<?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-4459756668886618180</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:18:35.837-07:00</updated><category term='WikiDag'/><category term='Complaints'/><category term='Randomity'/><category term='Thoughts and Effects'/><category term='Amazing  Adventures'/><title type='text'>CowPie's blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-926752878870305910</id><published>2009-06-25T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:14:55.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>Head's up... I'm creating a new blog. It's about food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name of it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Stuff I eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SkUeGaKoiOI/AAAAAAAAAW4/i1ky9Xc4Bp8/s1600-h/88090533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SkUeGaKoiOI/AAAAAAAAAW4/i1ky9Xc4Bp8/s200/88090533.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351716827651672290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-926752878870305910?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/926752878870305910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=926752878870305910&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/926752878870305910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/926752878870305910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SkUeGaKoiOI/AAAAAAAAAW4/i1ky9Xc4Bp8/s72-c/88090533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-6169629974468390763</id><published>2009-05-22T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:06:05.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Bag</title><content type='html'>Let me start out by saying a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I am Straight. I like women (except when they break your heart, but even then I still find them ridiculously attractive).&lt;br /&gt;2) I like backpacks. I periodically change them out, and I have about... hmm... 6 in my condo right now and not to mention all the ones I have at home.&lt;br /&gt;3) I like fashion. We all know this. I'm not ashamed about it.&lt;br /&gt;4) I'm straight. Did I say that already? Just had to make sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok onto the juicy stuff....I may have accidentally created and been using a man bag for the last 2-3 months. Let me explain... And please don't laugh about it too much. Ha ha ok you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember my post about jeans and the obnoxious worker there that claimed boot cut was going "out." From grief of the comment, I quickly bought 3 identical pairs of the same jean to stock pile a potential cold winter in the pants world. This wasn't my only effort to protect them. Originally what sparked me to buy new jeans was due to the degradation of my old ones. Like most guys I kept my wallet in my back pocket. This unfortunately burned a hole through the jeans in the shape of the wallet. My brother Ammon scorned me and said how I should never put my wallet in my back pocket. If you know Ammon, you HAVE to listen to him. Well, ever since then I started putting my wallet in my jacket coat, which didn't really work out. Consequently, I moved it to my backpack, which I always have with me. It seemed like a perfect idea. It worked out great... except when I would go to the store and realize that I don't have my wallet with me. Of course, I would only ever realize this as I was checking out. There were at least 3 semiembarassing moments that I can pin point off hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well recently I changed bags from my faux Diesel backpack to an Aldo messenger bag. It's a backpack right... nope not anymore. The instance I put my wallet in that awesome bag, it became a MAN BAG!!! AHH!! I still haven't decided what to do. I have yet to take my backpack into stores except when I forget my reusable grocery bags (go green :D). Even then, I have only taken in my backpack not my messenger bag. Oh what to do what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was trying to find a picture of my new messenger bag. Instead I found a money clip on sale... for $8!!! needless to say I bought it. Dang it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to put some pictures up... but all the man bags look... well like man bags. Mine is a messenger bag!!! Just to specify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again... I am straight. By the way, should I blog about certain girls or not? I don't think they'll know who they are. Hm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-6169629974468390763?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/6169629974468390763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=6169629974468390763&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/6169629974468390763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/6169629974468390763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2009/05/man-bag.html' title='Man Bag'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-841137705001207145</id><published>2009-05-19T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:26:47.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 11:11</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a while. I am tired. I was trying to think of a cohesive theme for this blog... still thinking... yep nothing. Well I'm just going to spill everything in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls: There is this really cute, amazing girl that I'm trying to date. We went to  Ball together! It's true- I wore a tux. I would post pictures but she has them all, and I am still unsure if she like me or not. Oh Miss Half Japanese Girl (comes from El Scorcho by Weezer) if you do like me, show me a definitive sign. She actually has been showing me plenty of signs according to others; however, as semi cliche as this sounds, my last relationship really messed me up. I can't seem to get back on my game. Here is  small letter that I wrote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Heartbreak- I don't understand you. Please get off my property immediately or I will call the authorities. Your Acquaintance, Jarom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other bittersweet moments... marriages and missions. I miss everyone so much already, but I am so thrilled you are all moving along with your lives. PS please take me with you. Love always Jarom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School: extremely busy! It seems like I am more busy now than I was during the normal school year. What am I doing to myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food: Okay I have been baking a plethora of sweets. hmm perhaps I will add pictures. For those who know me well, of course I threw my own fling into the mix, but the pics are from the original recipe. One more thing... here are some great substitutes for buttermilk and heavy whipping cream. For buttermilk it's 1 c milk 1 tblsp vinegar or lemon juice. HWC it's 3/4 milk 1/3 butter. They are great! Ok here's the cakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Carrot Pineapple Spice cake.&lt;br /&gt;2) Gluten Free Strawberry Shortcake&lt;br /&gt;3) Orange Buttercream cakes with Chocolate ganache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/ShOUGGtRr2I/AAAAAAAAAWU/KjvV5gdB77Q/s1600-h/IG1001_Carrot_and_Pineapple_Cake_med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/ShOUGGtRr2I/AAAAAAAAAWU/KjvV5gdB77Q/s320/IG1001_Carrot_and_Pineapple_Cake_med.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337772815964811106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/ShOUF7gkWII/AAAAAAAAAWM/sByMCHpW0rc/s1600-h/IG0603_Orange-Chocolate-Chunk-Cake_med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/ShOUF7gkWII/AAAAAAAAAWM/sByMCHpW0rc/s320/IG0603_Orange-Chocolate-Chunk-Cake_med.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337772812958718082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a final picture of me and my good friend Lindsay Swapp who is currently in the MTC to serve in Fiji French speaking. We are at our friend, Elisa's, wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/ShOTvJlJNQI/AAAAAAAAAWE/A7nxWDVWdjA/s1600-h/4316_542364091141_29008795_32007355_1887191_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 86px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/ShOTvJlJNQI/AAAAAAAAAWE/A7nxWDVWdjA/s320/4316_542364091141_29008795_32007355_1887191_s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337772421599016194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-841137705001207145?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/841137705001207145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=841137705001207145&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/841137705001207145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/841137705001207145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-1111.html' title='It&apos;s 11:11'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/ShOUGGtRr2I/AAAAAAAAAWU/KjvV5gdB77Q/s72-c/IG1001_Carrot_and_Pineapple_Cake_med.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-4514439263002837507</id><published>2009-04-07T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T14:00:49.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time of year...</title><content type='html'>I am weird. Yes I know. Keep this in mind as I obsess over the next blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to create seasonal art. 1) Halloween- pumpkins &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/Sdu-gU_BNYI/AAAAAAAAAVU/hvs-T4E4D9c/s1600-h/n17827887_36360992_8572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/Sdu-gU_BNYI/AAAAAAAAAVU/hvs-T4E4D9c/s320/n17827887_36360992_8572.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322056847266493826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2) Winter- Snowflakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/Sdu-gkYpHgI/AAAAAAAAAVc/VmaC0YF2AHI/s1600-h/n17827887_31677105_9665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/Sdu-gkYpHgI/AAAAAAAAAVc/VmaC0YF2AHI/s320/n17827887_31677105_9665.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322056851400498690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the $100 questions... what season is it!??! It's Egg Laying Bunny Season!! (This season is different than easter- Easter is for the Savior not bunnies) muah ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My newest venture is Pysanka/Pysanky which is a Ukranian form of egg decorating using natural beeswax and home made dyes. I have a fond memory of pysanka as a youth. Reading Rainbow did a special on pysanka, and the art came to mind nearly 15 years later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/Sdu-g7p3p_I/AAAAAAAAAVs/oxFaBtaM5dI/s1600-h/060323ukrainianmuseum_pysanky450344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/Sdu-g7p3p_I/AAAAAAAAAVs/oxFaBtaM5dI/s320/060323ukrainianmuseum_pysanky450344.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322056857646770162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/Sdu-gsICLvI/AAAAAAAAAVk/IC-k3SUZhTg/s1600-h/front-egg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/Sdu-gsICLvI/AAAAAAAAAVk/IC-k3SUZhTg/s320/front-egg2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322056853478321906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to start working on getting good. In order to do that I need to buy a kit. I mean come on, I am not going to make my own kyska! Here's my plug for a Egg Laying Bunny Season present. I am OCD about making good art. I'm pretty positive that certain mothers would enjoy some beautiful pysanka. AND for a limited time only it's $26 plus shipping and handling ($8) *Only valid in the US and Canada. Or... we could get the delux version for $42!! or an electric kyska for $140!! Ok... I can sacrifice and deal with a $26 set. That means I would be saving some benevolent people $152!!! Isn't that a steal? Ok mom you think about it and let me know :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-4514439263002837507?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/4514439263002837507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=4514439263002837507&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/4514439263002837507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/4514439263002837507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-that-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s that time of year...'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/Sdu-gU_BNYI/AAAAAAAAAVU/hvs-T4E4D9c/s72-c/n17827887_36360992_8572.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-8276245190235782487</id><published>2009-03-25T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:10:41.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>386 a number that describes my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SdQCZy-sv4I/AAAAAAAAAVE/7XNmlCj-kcQ/s1600-h/ST001002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SdQCZy-sv4I/AAAAAAAAAVE/7XNmlCj-kcQ/s320/ST001002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319879702036135810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to start how to start... hmmm... We'll start with a story. (Note- this may seem scientific, but I'll try to limit my nerdyness BD-- by the way that is a smiley face with nerd glasses on... tilt you head to the left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I am in Dr. Laura Bridgewater's Molecular Biology class (MMBIO 240) which I love more than anything. Dr. Bridgewater was not always Dr. Bridgewater to me, but in fact she use to be Sister Bridgewater when I use to home teach her back when she lived in Draper. Well, she knows me well, and on the second or third day of class we were doing an exercise. It was an exercise to figure out the molecular weight of 4 Amino acids, which help make up proteins. The average amino acid weighs about 110 daltons. Amino acids are linked together by taking out a water molecule H2O. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. B "Ok class, let's bring it together... let's see who wants to give the answer... hmmm maybe someone I know."&lt;br /&gt;*my heart Drops*&lt;br /&gt;Dr. B "Jarom! what is the weight of this polypeptide"&lt;br /&gt;Me "Shoot... ok I got 386"&lt;br /&gt;Dr B - looking a little puzzled "How did you get that"&lt;br /&gt;Me "Well I saw there were 4 R groups which yields 3 peptide bonds. So 4 times 110 is 440...."&lt;br /&gt;Dr B - "alright" as she smiles&lt;br /&gt;Me "then since a peptide bond is made from taking out a water molecule. I took the molecular weight of water 18 times it by the number of peptide bonds 3 which gives 54. I subtracted this amount from 440"&lt;br /&gt;Dr B - "Woah Woah woah" she said while I was giving this explanation&lt;br /&gt;Me- "which yields 386"&lt;br /&gt;Dr B - smiles "that's far above the call of duty. Your answer of 440 was sufficient." she smiles... I am red or as red as I can get ha ha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I wrong in the answer... some would say no in fact my answer was more precise and correct... but overall I was wrong. Did I get the right answer- through my logic yes... and I did understand the material and had 440 as the original weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SdQCZ7wFoRI/AAAAAAAAAVM/XI5x8IK4MAs/s1600-h/83360329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SdQCZ7wFoRI/AAAAAAAAAVM/XI5x8IK4MAs/s320/83360329.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319879704390770962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;386 mimics my life. I over think instead taking the simplest answer. I always wonder if my dramatic nature causes me to overthink or am I dramatic because I overthink. Basically, I wish things were simple, but at the same time, I don't feel like I'm missing out on anything. I see things differently and find beauty in the mundane. And I discover the 386s when everyone else can only see the 410s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-8276245190235782487?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/8276245190235782487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=8276245190235782487&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/8276245190235782487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/8276245190235782487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2009/03/386-number-that-describes-my-life.html' title='386 a number that describes my life'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SdQCZy-sv4I/AAAAAAAAAVE/7XNmlCj-kcQ/s72-c/ST001002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-483414271298751904</id><published>2009-03-03T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T17:40:07.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>worst times of my life</title><content type='html'>It's a recurring one... haircuts... it just happened about 3 minutes ago... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR I TELL THEM TO TAKE AS LITTLE AS POSSIBLE!!!! I TELL THEM THAT MY HAIR GETS SHORTER BECAUSE IT CURLS FUNNY&gt;&gt;&gt; RIGHT NOW I HAVE THE SHORTEST HAIR EVER... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT POSTING PICTURES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-483414271298751904?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/483414271298751904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=483414271298751904&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/483414271298751904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/483414271298751904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2009/03/worst-times-of-my-life.html' title='worst times of my life'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-1212500336949628608</id><published>2009-03-02T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:34:47.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Miracle</title><content type='html'>As we all know, I have an extremely hard time with my weight... Let me clarify, not with being pleasantly plump, but rather with being unpleasantly skinny. It causes major problems ie passing/blacking out for random amounts of time, which is... rather unpleasant. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SawGVdD--TI/AAAAAAAAAU8/eVQcJww_mw0/s1600-h/dexph038_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SawGVdD--TI/AAAAAAAAAU8/eVQcJww_mw0/s320/dexph038_002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308625026411329842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my last black out in the anatomy lab (my face went into the abdominal cavity of a cadaver- don't ask), I've decided to make health my priority. Here is my list of ways to improve me health:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Eat like I am suppose to- eat a big balanced meal every four hours (7, 11, 3, 7, 11)- yeah that's five meals a day... now you see why it was hard for me to keep on track...&lt;br /&gt;2) Work out to gain weight- gym 3 times a week for at least an hour&lt;br /&gt;3) Don't burn excess calories- as directed by doctors, I have stopped running. I love but it burn way too many calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results... it's official I have gained 3 pounds in the last month and a half!!! It's a miracle. No seriously... miracle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally think that health should be everyone's priority. Just because you are skinny doesn't mean you don't need to eat right and exercise regularly. After shadowing so many doctors, I have a gained a stronger opinion of this. You don't have to be skinny to be healthy. Every body is different, but being healthy applies to all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I'm going to Disneyland on Thursday!!&lt;br /&gt;PPS I didn't really land in a cadaver... I was just hugging a urinal as i was puking and my body was all over the floor- luckily it had just been cleaned :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-1212500336949628608?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/1212500336949628608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=1212500336949628608&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/1212500336949628608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/1212500336949628608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-miracle.html' title='It&apos;s a Miracle'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SawGVdD--TI/AAAAAAAAAU8/eVQcJww_mw0/s72-c/dexph038_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-1029090368013304487</id><published>2009-02-16T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:49:03.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Times are Killing Me</title><content type='html'>That's line comes from a song by Modest Mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SZpBiTtao0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/nROSGxkNhpg/s1600-h/080703disneyland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 205px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SZpBiTtao0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/nROSGxkNhpg/s320/080703disneyland.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303623568844301122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from the Happiest Place on Earth aka DISNEYLAND!! It's a long story about not getting there but I made it! It was so fun I will post picture later. It was amazing, and not only that but I have an ANNUAL PASS to Mickey's Casa. SO if anyone of you want to road trip to the Disney at any time let me know. It wont cost me anything and not only that but if you go with me you get.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Free Parking!&lt;br /&gt;2) 10% off of all merchandise &lt;br /&gt;3) 15% off all restaurants (not churros... unfortunately)&lt;br /&gt;4) Hotels! granted Disney Hotels are still expensive but I do have the discount&lt;br /&gt;5) Extra Promotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me know when you want to go and I'll get work/school/everything off. PS Paul this means you. Unless certain plans conflict with the trip... and you know which plans I am talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-1029090368013304487?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/1029090368013304487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=1029090368013304487&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/1029090368013304487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/1029090368013304487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-times-are-killing-me.html' title='The Good Times are Killing Me'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SZpBiTtao0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/nROSGxkNhpg/s72-c/080703disneyland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-4720640810260362330</id><published>2009-01-28T18:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T18:42:03.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Style</title><content type='html'>I AM FREAKING OUT!! It's official- I am old and therefore am out of style. Sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to go buy jeans and a dress shirt (date on friday). I have a very large rump roast aka bum, and my wallet has made a huge whole in my back pocket, which incidentally looks like my wallet. Well, I went to go buy my jeans at PacSun which has a nice blend of fashionable jeans mixed with a wonderful price. I go in and find the jeans. I look at the headings 'Premium Jeans,' 'Hammond's Loose,' 'Rincon Straight,' 'Dillon's Skinny,' and 'Drakes Skinniest.' Hmm where are my boot cut jeans? I must have missed the sign or they definitely forgot to put up the sign. So I went and talked to the cashier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Excuse me miss. Do y'all have boot cut jeans?'&lt;br /&gt;'Boot Cut?...?'&lt;br /&gt;'Yeah'&lt;br /&gt;'Well, they're going out so I think we have a few left in clearance. You'll have to go check.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instantly, my heart dropped... death I thought... DEATH! I found my favorite pair, which I had been sporting that day and tried them on. Once in the secure confines of the dressing room I called home. 'Jacob, this is an emergency! Guess where I am..' 'Where?' 'The hospital!' 'What the crap?!' 'ha ha just kidding I'm at PacSun' 'oh' (obviously unamused) 'But seriously, PacSun is getting rid of Boot Cut Jeans!!' 'What are boot cut jeans.' WHAT!??!!?!??! 'Only the best kind ever! What kind of jeans do you wear?' 'The only cool kind- skinny jeans....' Thoughts began rushing into my mind... how does he not know what Boot Cut Jeans are?!?! Why has skinny jeans become the norm? I can't wear them- I have thunder thighs- and it's uncomfortable- EXTREMELY uncomfortable. I had a similar conversation with Ammon. I came to the conclusion I am out of style- I am old. So I ended up buying 3 pairs of the exact same jeans each for 10 bucks. Sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SYEXA3Uk9iI/AAAAAAAAAUs/IOVZlf1NE3U/s1600-h/LB_Oil_Slick.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SYEXA3Uk9iI/AAAAAAAAAUs/IOVZlf1NE3U/s320/LB_Oil_Slick.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296539940382111266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (PS THESE LOOK WEIRD)&lt;br /&gt;Oh I also bought t-shirts from Banana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-4720640810260362330?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/4720640810260362330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=4720640810260362330&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/4720640810260362330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/4720640810260362330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2009/01/out-of-style.html' title='Out of Style'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SYEXA3Uk9iI/AAAAAAAAAUs/IOVZlf1NE3U/s72-c/LB_Oil_Slick.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-9071058851994911867</id><published>2009-01-13T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T19:42:18.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Blessed</title><content type='html'>I firmly believe that we all want blessings in our lives. I wonder if there is truly anyone out there who doesn't want a gift from God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also believe that we are blessed greatly everyday of our lives. We are given so much help every moment, second, and instant. Yet, I believe that we overlook these blessings, but no blessing is ever too small to be of help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to pray to notice my blessings. I figure that if you can see your blessings, you will naturally be grateful for them, and a grateful person is a happy person. Ergo, praying to see your blessings will make you a happier person. Today has been a blessing overload. Sometimes, I can't believe how many blessings that Heavenly Father gives me from the sole reason that He loves me! I love to know that He is guiding me, watching me, and directing me. I am grateful for my blessings and his tender mercy to allow me to partake of them. Truly He is a loving father and friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-9071058851994911867?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/9071058851994911867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=9071058851994911867&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/9071058851994911867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/9071058851994911867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2009/01/too-blessed.html' title='Too Blessed'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-7437313048032330319</id><published>2008-12-28T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T13:03:16.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning</title><content type='html'>I love Sundays. It is a time to reflect on the Savior and have personal growth. After church, I put conference on via my laptop and made some food. I love brunch and usually dont have time to eat it. I got the idea for this meal from my new Food Network cook book- unfortunately I didn't have all the ingredients they asked for so I made up my own with what I had. I really only stole the egg idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked up some spicy sausage and added an onion and some bell pepper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took it off the heat and started to cook up the cubed potatoes. I then added a heaping helping of cilantro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SVfpSz7UI7I/AAAAAAAAAT0/V2xs_VjwLeM/s1600-h/Photo+48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SVfpSz7UI7I/AAAAAAAAAT0/V2xs_VjwLeM/s320/Photo+48.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284949197128475570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the potatoes became tender, I added the sausage mixture back in and made three indentations in the mixture. I added 3 eggs in the wells and put it in the oven for about 10 minutes at 400 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skillet was accompanied with sliced pears with a dash of lemon juice (to prevent browning and have an extra kick) and with orange madelines that were prepared last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SVfpZyWr2WI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Rpoaww3mPys/s1600-h/Photo+49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SVfpZyWr2WI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Rpoaww3mPys/s320/Photo+49.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284949316965488994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing! I love food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-7437313048032330319?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/7437313048032330319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=7437313048032330319&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/7437313048032330319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/7437313048032330319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/12/sunday-morning.html' title='Sunday Morning'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SVfpSz7UI7I/AAAAAAAAAT0/V2xs_VjwLeM/s72-c/Photo+48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-4754267837721504685</id><published>2008-12-27T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T18:20:20.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Addiction</title><content type='html'>I need to stop buying stuff... but I just bought some amazing stuff. I also made a new discovery- Williams and Sonoma! If you ever want to buy me something- get it from Williams-Sonoma Gourmet Cuisine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My additions for the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madeline Pan&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SVbeY5hFYHI/AAAAAAAAATc/6b3GkeZBq5Y/s1600-h/img25t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SVbeY5hFYHI/AAAAAAAAATc/6b3GkeZBq5Y/s320/img25t.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284655732103667826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Apron&lt;br /&gt;French Rolling Pin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SVbiIo49erI/AAAAAAAAATs/Pj8WVMIglY0/s1600-h/Photo+47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SVbiIo49erI/AAAAAAAAATs/Pj8WVMIglY0/s320/Photo+47.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284659850809014962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see I'm ready to flatten out some tough dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All will be used in about 5 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-4754267837721504685?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/4754267837721504685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=4754267837721504685&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/4754267837721504685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/4754267837721504685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/12/addiction.html' title='An Addiction'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SVbeY5hFYHI/AAAAAAAAATc/6b3GkeZBq5Y/s72-c/img25t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-2751830221503275146</id><published>2008-12-26T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T21:45:23.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Whole Week</title><content type='html'>Hands Down- this Christmas was amazing. I absolutely love getting together with all my siblings. The only complaint I have is that it seemed too short- we really need like a week retreat in some remote cabin (hmm someday perhaps). The cabin would have to be decked out with amazing food (smoked salmon was definitely the high light of the season), awesome games (N64 Bond, Guitar Hero World Tour- so freaking fun, apples to apples... and ping pong- not my favorite), and of course random memories and laughs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates on my AMAZING gifts this year- A food processor! it's all I wanted and the sibs were awesome to get it. Not only that but it was Hamilton Beach! ok for those who don't know... it's just amazing. Also a Food Network cook book- and my parents got me money for skiis! yes- excellent for sure. Clothes as usual. Oh and of course expensive, foreign, extremely dark chocolate- this year's winner is Lindt's Dark Chili Chocolate- it has an amazing aroma with an earthly taste. the chili gave it immense depth and there was a slight tingle as an after flavor. Christmas = Amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to come back to work today. But I got a CHRISTMAS BONUS!!! a really big one too! I definitely couldn't complain. Basically, it paid for all my Christmas presents- amazingly enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back to my condo after one week to find the place a complete mess! I counted the dishes- 21 plates, 16 bowls, an array of utensils and a million cups. The family room was a mess, and the only remotely clean place was my desk- which I cleaned right before I left. After work, I bought groceries for the semester... not an exaggeration. Tonight I have made two pizzas and a meatloaf is in the oven as we speak. I will soon by making mashed potatoes and starting to marinate chicken breast, salmon, and tilapia filets. I'm preparing meals for myself- i've decided i need to make my health a priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be alone for a week. So far I love it. I cleaned everything. I am making food. I've thoroughly enjoyed the TV and my music. Right now, I honestly want to get my own place. We will see in a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-2751830221503275146?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/2751830221503275146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=2751830221503275146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/2751830221503275146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/2751830221503275146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-whole-week.html' title='One Whole Week'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-6286423661967924918</id><published>2008-12-23T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:06:44.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I'm dumb</title><content type='html'>Ok I had to post this picture because it's house and the characters... well they speak for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SVFEwHms1JI/AAAAAAAAATM/HbEbnuL08kg/s1600-h/House_medium_right_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 77px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SVFEwHms1JI/AAAAAAAAATM/HbEbnuL08kg/s320/House_medium_right_thumb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283079431348081810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-6286423661967924918?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/6286423661967924918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=6286423661967924918&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/6286423661967924918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/6286423661967924918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-know-im-dumb.html' title='I know I&apos;m dumb'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SVFEwHms1JI/AAAAAAAAATM/HbEbnuL08kg/s72-c/House_medium_right_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-5365787091546375467</id><published>2008-12-17T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T07:46:01.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food... Tests... and Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SUkd5bRC3tI/AAAAAAAAASk/gsWGZYySEB0/s1600-h/83421291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SUkd5bRC3tI/AAAAAAAAASk/gsWGZYySEB0/s320/83421291.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280784910477614802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started literally like 4 blogs without finishing any of them. Sad- yes. But I am finishing this one (I hope). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is finals week- and as of yet, I haven't done as well as I would have liked. I'm basically just barely cutting the limit to getting an A in my classes, when I should have done a lot better. I'm just not a good final taker. You have so much studying to do, so many projects and papers at the last minute, and no time to do any of it (it's funny because I'm blogging instead of studying right now). And you might be thinking I should have studied a week previous... tried it, it was impossible. The week before finals, I had 4 finals and 2 tests! Can you say ridiculous? I can... and I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My finals habits have been 1) think about waking up at 6:30 and never making it 2) studying all day until I take a test 3) Go home because I finished my final earlier than I thought 4) Create food 5) Service (for some reason I like signed up for tons of service projects this week... crazy) 5) Come home and think about studying but realize I'm way too cold and tired- Eat food instead 6) fall asleep watching a movie (last night was Prince Caspian). Through this process, I've had some AMAZING dinners that took less than 30 minutes. I basically have random things in my fridge, and I don't want to buy food if I'm leaving in a few days. But the meals were amazing! I always cook more than needed and I ate like all of it.... so I have come to the conclusion that I subconsciously am hungry for good food. If people want to fatten me up- make good food. Simple as that :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas list:&lt;br /&gt;Food processor&lt;br /&gt;Skiis- I really want skiis but I'll probably end up buying them for myself&lt;br /&gt;Cooking Lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SUkedZpxXoI/AAAAAAAAAS8/8h_VSQJBCKY/s1600-h/sb10069413o-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SUkedZpxXoI/AAAAAAAAAS8/8h_VSQJBCKY/s320/sb10069413o-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280785528519745154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-New Year's Resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;Make Christmas candies&lt;br /&gt;Organize a New Year's Eve party- i'll be in provo and I don't know of any parties... so I'm throwing a really low key party- all are invited&lt;br /&gt;Finish Lawyer project- don't ask&lt;br /&gt;Apply for a gajillion Hispanic Scholarships&lt;br /&gt;Get a Presidential Service Scholarship award&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SUkeddQMpsI/AAAAAAAAATE/EgLZlguH3io/s1600-h/sb10069982g-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SUkeddQMpsI/AAAAAAAAATE/EgLZlguH3io/s320/sb10069982g-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280785529486223042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post New Year's Resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;Work out 3 times a week- this isn't a resolution, I have to do it... or I will DIE!!!! ps that was not an exaggeration &lt;br /&gt;Study for the MCAT at least twice a month- I don't take it until 2010 so not to worry&lt;br /&gt;FIND A GIRLFRIEND- last semester I dated a lot and broke some things off because I had no time for a relationship- not to worry I scheduled more time to work out and date. ps I am hard core flirting with someone right now... we'll see where it goes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS i just texted my dad, and I think he may have gotten me skiis!!! ha ha wouldn't that be a Christmas miracle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-5365787091546375467?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/5365787091546375467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=5365787091546375467&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/5365787091546375467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/5365787091546375467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/12/food-tests-and-christmas.html' title='Food... Tests... and Christmas!!'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SUkd5bRC3tI/AAAAAAAAASk/gsWGZYySEB0/s72-c/83421291.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-6817115029897851410</id><published>2008-11-26T22:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T23:02:57.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Highlights</title><content type='html'>Jacob and I skiing- I got my skiis waxed and edged. Ahh i love how smooth it feels against the snow. Luckily I did it because the snow was... well less than amazing. We only went a few hours, and it was glorious. We went on runs for the most part- there weren't any black diamonds that had enough snow (sadness). We also went to the park a bit, which was fun because there weren't many people at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mac is acting funny- it's sad. When I first got it, the keys would go in and out of working. I went to the Geek Bar, they downloaded some software, and it hasn't given problems yet. Well, this last week it would pause on some keys, and now the keyboard doesn't work. (Luckily, I was blessed to have it function all the way through classes). Well, I took it in. It's still under warranty, but it would take a week and half to repair with the holiday. Well, I have a lot to do in the net 3 weeks and desperately need my laptop. I bought an external keyboard and mouse. Spent a bunch... but actually I really like them. Apple seems to manufacture quality items. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SS5F-NpI03I/AAAAAAAAASc/LCQJDZacwLI/s1600-h/wired_1_20070813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SS5F-NpI03I/AAAAAAAAASc/LCQJDZacwLI/s320/wired_1_20070813.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273229148813841266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SS5F98ynNcI/AAAAAAAAASU/EHlJjbeLkjQ/s1600-h/indextop20070807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SS5F98ynNcI/AAAAAAAAASU/EHlJjbeLkjQ/s320/indextop20070807.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273229144290178498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a sushi party tonight. I ate too much. Ahh death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving by the way. I'm really trying to appreciate the hidden blessings this year. In particular I'm trying to be grateful for the trials in my life. I figure that if I can work on that then the other blessings should come easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-6817115029897851410?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/6817115029897851410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=6817115029897851410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/6817115029897851410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/6817115029897851410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/11/todays-highlights.html' title='Today&apos;s Highlights'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SS5F-NpI03I/AAAAAAAAASc/LCQJDZacwLI/s72-c/wired_1_20070813.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-1012131699657533891</id><published>2008-11-25T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:04:32.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Please don't get cheap with the wine'</title><content type='html'>It's funny how life works. When things are suppose to happen, they don't, and when they aren't suppose to happen, they do. For some reason, this is especially true in my life, which results in my plethora of little adventures and stories. As embarrassing as most of them are, they seem to entertain many who hear them. Recently, I've been pretty bummed for reason which I would rather not talk about (oh and they DO NOT involve a girl).  I really wanted to be cheered up, so I prayed that He would make my day delightful and I would be happier. Luckily, He always answers my prayers :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny experiences...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I was studying in a large room of the chemistry building. All of a sudden a girl with a plaid shirt walks into study and she happens to be cute. I catch her eye, she catches mine. I was going to go study with her but I had a quiz for a class in 5 minutes. So it would be overly awkward to get up, sit for 2 minutes, and leave. I decided to walk by her desk on my way out. We met eyes. Then I psychically told her to wait as I went to take my quiz. I came back and ran into someone I knew... talked for a while. I wet back, and she was gone! Oh girl with the plaid shirt! I will find you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) New CEO/President started monday. Alarm went off... the other guy wasn't there to disarm it when they called in. Police came by... awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) all my classes but chemistry were cancelled. I had no idea since I didn't check my email during the day. I was sitting in each class forever... funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I have a math test today then home... math test--&gt;not funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) SOMETHING SUPER HILARIOUS!! I was just appointed to the board of directors of Provo Postal Credit Union. Funny!! I'm only 20 and I'm already on a board of directors. ha ha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-1012131699657533891?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/1012131699657533891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=1012131699657533891&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/1012131699657533891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/1012131699657533891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/11/please-dont-get-cheap-with-wine.html' title='&apos;Please don&apos;t get cheap with the wine&apos;'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-269564750466173367</id><published>2008-11-21T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T12:06:31.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just hate people.</title><content type='html'>I use to have an anger problem. For those that have seen me upset know what the wrath of Jarom is like. It's a funny story about making a deal with the devil etc... yeah basically ha ha. But seriously, one day I decided it wasn't worth it and began praying to get rid of it. I'm actually one of the lucky few that can see their prayers answered pretty quickly... not always but I usually don't struggle with this aspect (luckily). Every since I've prayed for it, the anger has been going down. Every once in a while I will get annoyed and will calmly argue back with the person. It normally ends up being rude, cynical comments that make you feel like you are useless, unwanted, unloved, and unintelligent. I know very nice of me. When I notice myself doing that stuff, I try to avoid it entirely. I need to be left alone or else feelings will be severly hurt. Trust me, you don't want to see it. It is honestly one of the worst experiences you will ever have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last week I found myself making rude comments in small doses. It was sort of sparked by someone's immaturity which was just ridiculous. Realizing this, I needed to seclude myself. I know what some of you are thinking that I should just learn to be nice etc... trust me, for the time being it is the best option. It can only get worse if I talk to people (I then get more annoyed). I try not to talk to many people but instead I will make conversations short. It's really hard for people to understand that I need to be left alone. Let's be honest, I like talking to people and normally will iniate 'hangouts.' So the quick switch can be hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I can't avoid everyone. I just try to not get annoyed, but it is genuinely really hard. Recently, I was so annoyed but didn't show it that it made my nose bleed profusely. I couldn't stop the blood flow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to worry. It has all subsided. But I did enjoy my solidarity. I watched some old anime movies, listened to good music, and did some art. I apologize to all thoses who may have felt the cynical comments. I don't really hate you. I just hate people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-269564750466173367?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/269564750466173367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=269564750466173367&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/269564750466173367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/269564750466173367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-just-hate-people.html' title='I just hate people.'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-5109688703416689384</id><published>2008-11-18T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:55:26.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Culinary School</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm having another mid-college crisis. It seems like every 2-3 months or so I have one. You just question your life, what are you doing, your friendships etc. Basically, I review my life and change it for the better (hopefully). Life is good- no complaints. I really have no desire to date right now especially after being reminded by the same person that I really don't like immaturity. Work is being changed for the better. And I still have great desire to go to med school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a speed bump in the road- well not that big of one. I like to make food! It kind of has become a passion. I just threw my first dinner party for some friends, and it was so much fun (well the cooking part at least). It was mostly due to the fact that I had an amazing date that cooked with me for hours, even cleaned up, and was a good sport about the marathon date of 11 hours of hard work! Thanks Laura! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the menu and what I did with it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appetizers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endive Salad Spears- It was originally a salda made with homemade cheese by Emeril. Well skipped out on making my own cheese and instead I put the salad in endive spears. It was good but definitely needed cheese. Next time I will probably include goat cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruschetta with Sauteed Sweet Peppers and Creamy Gorgonzola- This was the only recipe I didn't change at all. It was delicious! It's from Ina Garten who is classy, sophisticated, lives in the Hamptons, and is married to a Yale professor. She's one cool cat. I thought the gorgonzola was going to be a little too strong but it was milder than Bleu cheese. It also added a little saltiness which was complimented well with the sweet bell peppers and crunch of the baguette. I highly recommend this! Oh and for some reason, my bruschetta looked better than the picture :D ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SSNVatlbgHI/AAAAAAAAASM/c7nyIrMnvFk/s1600-h/ig0807_bruschetta_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SSNVatlbgHI/AAAAAAAAASM/c7nyIrMnvFk/s320/ig0807_bruschetta_lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270149906355159154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to make a 3rd appetizer of White Bean dip with roasted garlic. I made an executive decision to scratch it off. But the picture looks nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SSNVaeWBmEI/AAAAAAAAASE/ra08JwHbKJI/s1600-h/EE1026_White_Bean_Dip_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SSNVaeWBmEI/AAAAAAAAASE/ra08JwHbKJI/s320/EE1026_White_Bean_Dip_lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270149902264014914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soup:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butternut Squash soup with a cilantro cream: Okay easy soup that was earthy, yet light, and a perfect balance on the palate. I cooked this first and the house smelled awesome! My parents then decided I would cook this for Sunday dinner (the dinner party was on Saturday). I added the cilantro cream, which totally helped. It gave the soup a fresh feel and made it look better as well. The second time I made it, it was a lot better I felt. I strained the soup and got rid of some of the grit. The soup was super healthy and felt like you weren't eating much, but it was hearty and even my brothers were full after one bowl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Course:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Parcels with Sauteed Mushrooms: This is my brain creation! The original recipe was by Rachel Ray, and it included a chicken breast wrapped in puff pastry and filled with fig preserve and fontina cheese. I changed it to be more budget friendly and easier to find the supplies. I changed out the fontina cheese with havarti (awesome!) and the fig preserve with apricot preserve. Portobello and the regular button mushrooms were sauteed and added. Baked and it was so good! Not really as good when they were leftovers but still amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SSNVZn5wB-I/AAAAAAAAAR8/EwNKCB2cqJw/s1600-h/chicken+and+puff+pastry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SSNVZn5wB-I/AAAAAAAAAR8/EwNKCB2cqJw/s320/chicken+and+puff+pastry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270149887649908706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sauteed Asapargus with garlic and butter: my dad's recipe. Easy and oh so good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert- was a disaster. But people liked it for some reason. I have to redeem myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I will document my food tales more often!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-5109688703416689384?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/5109688703416689384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=5109688703416689384&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/5109688703416689384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/5109688703416689384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/11/culinary-school.html' title='Culinary School'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SSNVatlbgHI/AAAAAAAAASM/c7nyIrMnvFk/s72-c/ig0807_bruschetta_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-6276749551841064090</id><published>2008-11-04T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T07:05:12.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics</title><content type='html'>A Letter to the upcoming Incumbent President, Mr. Barack Obama:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. Obama,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Throughout this election season, I have been fickle, wishy washy, and indecisive. I was a staunch Hillary supporter, and unfortunately you ran a better campaign. However, negative this sounds- all I really want to say is congratulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did believe in your movement to unite the country. From the beginning, I've told people that I did not support you, but that you would be able to unite the country after the Bush administration. It seems like you have done that... with the election results as well as they went, it seems like you have the approval of the country. You achieved more than 325 electoral college votes! That is amazing. No one has done that since Lindon Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am worried and question myself of what kind of president will you be. Do you intend to truly unite the country? Do you still have the correct motives for the good of the country or will your party hit us with controversial policies with your party control of the presidency, the senate, and the house? What will you do Mr. Obama, what will you do. I am worried about your policy of Change. However vague, it can be effective in certain ways. Mr. Obama I wish that the country will unite through change of its mentality, through the healing of the difficult finances, through the healing of the world in foreign policy and war plans, and a revolution in reuseable energy. But can you do it? Will you lean to the left like your old politics or will you return back tot eh middle like during the nomination? Will you unite the country in the middle or create a revolution moving toward the left? I hope you continue your position in the conservative/liberal scale that you adopted in the last 9 months will continue. Stay in the middle so that you can change the country for the better. Work on its problems and you will unite the people. You have been elected as a President of the people. Now do what is right for the people. Lead them toward a better tomorrow and you will leave a legacy of greatness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unite the country, bring change for the better, but do what is right for the people. Yes you can! So do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jarom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-6276749551841064090?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/6276749551841064090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=6276749551841064090&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/6276749551841064090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/6276749551841064090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/11/politics.html' title='Politics'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-8182334555606796234</id><published>2008-10-23T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T15:51:04.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Milk, my arch nemesis</title><content type='html'>Milk melts off my flesh. No joke... it's true. To make a quick story, I was carving Michelangelo's David out of ice cream and then I suffered the consequences for months as my skin healed itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always thought that I was lactose intolerant since milk and various dairy products give me aches and pain. Well, I have always wanted to know what happens to my body when the reaction occurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I am doing a research paper on the very topic. First update- I may not be lactose intolerant after all... interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- more updates to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jarom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-8182334555606796234?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/8182334555606796234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=8182334555606796234&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/8182334555606796234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/8182334555606796234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/10/milk-my-arch-nemesis.html' title='Milk, my arch nemesis'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-7984295304908045370</id><published>2008-10-13T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:11:20.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Thought</title><content type='html'>For the past two weeks, I've been trying to go to the temple. It just seemed that every time I wanted to go something would inevitably come up. I say to myself "Satan, you may have deterred me this time, but I will go!" Today happened to be Columbus Day, and I didn't have to work (school is another story). All of a sudden I had the brilliant idea that I could go to the temple. No complications, no tests, no work... just the temple (PS I've been stressed lately since I have 4 tests this week... ugh). I was walking swiftly to home when I paused in disbelief and realized it was Monday- temple is closed. Sad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SPOdRD3L_AI/AAAAAAAAAR0/AvROvoL9vHo/s1600-h/lds-temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SPOdRD3L_AI/AAAAAAAAAR0/AvROvoL9vHo/s320/lds-temple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256718106491616258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Temple, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I miss you. I'm coming I swear. But if you could do me one favor.. make your hours more flexible ;D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is that the temple is open pretty much all day every day and yet I can't seem to find time. Not to worry- I will accomplish my goal... I don't believe in failure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-7984295304908045370?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/7984295304908045370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=7984295304908045370&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/7984295304908045370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/7984295304908045370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/10/sad-thought.html' title='Sad Thought'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SPOdRD3L_AI/AAAAAAAAAR0/AvROvoL9vHo/s72-c/lds-temple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-4968061526078375635</id><published>2008-10-02T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T14:15:06.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who ate my pie!?!?</title><content type='html'>Seriously, don't play dumb. I know you ate my pie!! Just because I have offered A SLICE of pie to you in the past, it does not mean this time nor does it constitute the COMPLETE CONSUMPTION of my awesome peach pie! Don't tell me it's good- I know it's good! Heck, it's so good that I wanted some but your face face had to go and eat it. That's it... next pie with be laced with ex-lax. Take this as fare warning! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SOU5j2FzXZI/AAAAAAAAARs/aJ1mZh7lbRk/s1600-h/pie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SOU5j2FzXZI/AAAAAAAAARs/aJ1mZh7lbRk/s320/pie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252667828375608722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-4968061526078375635?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/4968061526078375635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=4968061526078375635&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/4968061526078375635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/4968061526078375635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/10/who-ate-my-pie.html' title='Who ate my pie!?!?'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SOU5j2FzXZI/AAAAAAAAARs/aJ1mZh7lbRk/s72-c/pie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-530477427605044327</id><published>2008-09-24T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T13:30:08.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The word Naked</title><content type='html'>Today I was walking to my class when this girl behind me said, "I'm by the naked Indian" while talking on her phone. Instantly, my blood began to boil, and a little part of me began to scream "HE'S NOT NAKED!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na'ked:&lt;br /&gt;adjective&lt;br /&gt;   (of a person or part of the body) without clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a peculiar statue on BYU campus of a Native American in a LOIN CLOTH. Key word here is LOIN CLOTH. I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty certain that if this bronze 9 foot Native American could speak, he would say he was wearing clothes. There is no indecent exposure of genitalia, and therefore he is not naked! &lt;br /&gt;Point number 2: If I am wearing nothing but a towel, I am not naked! Granted, I’m not clothed, but I’m not naked either. I’m simply wearing a towel. A lava lava is a towel like clothing wrapped around the lower half of the males in traditional Polynesian style. Once again no indecent exposure of genitalia. &lt;br /&gt;Point number 3: According to some females, they are naked if they are wearing short shorts and a tank top. I’m pretty sure those are clothes… at least last time I checked. You can say, “Don’t look I’m in my pajamas!” however do not say, “Don’t look I’m naked.” That would just be a lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perfect example of nakedness is seen in the Bible with our first parents Adam and Eve. Now they were naked. In fact they ran from God to “hide their nakedness.” Then the traditional ‘fig leaves’ were used to cloth themselves. Well, if anything is close to not being clothes, it would be fig leaves. Yet, it says that they hid their nakedness. Hmm I’m pretty sure a loin cloth covers more than fig leaves. *gospel tangent- nakedness also refers to shame. Adam and Eve ran from God to hide their shame from transgressing the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SNqjM95FrVI/AAAAAAAAANM/M-bwJoHcJXg/s1600-h/shower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SNqjM95FrVI/AAAAAAAAANM/M-bwJoHcJXg/s320/shower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249687758821502290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, DO NOT SAY YOU ARE NAKED UNLESS YOU MEET ONE OF THE FOLLOWING REQUIREMENTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Showering&lt;br /&gt;2)Changing underwear&lt;br /&gt;3)Streaking&lt;br /&gt;4)Skinny Dipping&lt;br /&gt;5)Occasional going to the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;6)Swimming suit falls off in the pool&lt;br /&gt;7)Fornication&lt;br /&gt;8)People removing your clothes as a prank. Getting pantsed and someone ripping off the shirt simultaneously- technically you aren’t naked if you are only pantsed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-530477427605044327?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/530477427605044327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=530477427605044327&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/530477427605044327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/530477427605044327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/09/word-naked.html' title='The word Naked'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SNqjM95FrVI/AAAAAAAAANM/M-bwJoHcJXg/s72-c/shower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-1486260583688910389</id><published>2008-09-15T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T12:44:11.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who wants to hear something funny?</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, I went on a date (and no that's not the funny part). She's a really cool girl- and regarding girls, I like dating someone that is really put together but still has fun and also someone that is very smart which adds a little ecentricity by nature. My date Jane is all of the aforementioned characteristics- she's pretty cool if I say so myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The date consisted of dinner, which ended up lasting 2 hours with neither she nor I realizing how much time went by. Then we went to this concert at the Sandy Amphitheater. Our original plan was to go to the Utah Museum of Fine Arts to see an exhibit which ended up changing. The type of music was alright; however, it was neither Jane's nor my favorite type. As such, we spent the night gazing at the stars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SM66-CpubLI/AAAAAAAAANE/RFv6-nkMh1w/s1600-h/stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SM66-CpubLI/AAAAAAAAANE/RFv6-nkMh1w/s320/stars.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246336190959742130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While gazing, I remark "Wow- space is so weird." She responds, "Why?" I answer saying, "If you go up there, you like die." After I said that, all my conscious effort to dress sophisticated and to not be entirely immature went out the window. I am a blonde inside a Chinese body. It was fine. I immediately resopnded with something that had happened that night. It was funny... I feel Stupid. :D Yeah, my goals for improving my speech are not really helping quite yet- ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-1486260583688910389?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/1486260583688910389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=1486260583688910389&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/1486260583688910389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/1486260583688910389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-wants-to-hear-something-funny.html' title='Who wants to hear something funny?'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SM66-CpubLI/AAAAAAAAANE/RFv6-nkMh1w/s72-c/stars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-426131155990049528</id><published>2008-09-10T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T12:56:37.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning up My Language</title><content type='html'>I have a new goal... clean up my language. It's not that it's bad, but it's not good either. Just Remember Elder Oaks' talk about "Good, Better, Best" (which has to be one of the most quoted talks in the last year). As such, here is my list of clean up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Stop saying racist things. This includes but is not limited to Jokes about White People. Yeah I know it is quite comical but can be offensive. Better safe than sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Explitives... I don't know what I'm going to do about that. I have been slowly transitioning to using 'Monkeys' for everything, so I may or may not complete the transition or just change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SMgmC9AOYcI/AAAAAAAAAM8/QOhGo5B0cK0/s1600-h/duct+tape+mouth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SMgmC9AOYcI/AAAAAAAAAM8/QOhGo5B0cK0/s320/duct+tape+mouth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244483598250041794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3) Speaking properly... I speak like I have little to no education. That must change- if I want to be taken seriously, I need to talk like I am serious (ha ha I am laughing inside). This goes back to goal #2, and perhaps I will eliminate all explitives in general. They aren't that refined. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Say the positive... I am unsure of whether or not I have blogged about this before. My sister spoke once on how she tries to say things in the positive as much as possible. It makes for a better everything. I will give an example: instead of saying, "I don't want to speak in the negative." I will say "I want to speak in the positive." Of course there are times which 'no' is unavoidable (*notice I say 'unavoidable' instead of my usual 'which you CAN'T use it.') but small improvements bring about great change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to the public--- Please help me with my speech!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jarom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS in 1 hr and 10 min I get to TA!! YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSS Who is the one saying 'Ahem' as a comment??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-426131155990049528?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/426131155990049528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=426131155990049528&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/426131155990049528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/426131155990049528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/09/cleaning-up-my-language.html' title='Cleaning up My Language'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SMgmC9AOYcI/AAAAAAAAAM8/QOhGo5B0cK0/s72-c/duct+tape+mouth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-6615620765487459132</id><published>2008-09-07T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T14:37:27.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning- Philosophies</title><content type='html'>Hey all- I've had some thoughts... Now to spill about life "philosophies." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note *don't take these as like super wisdom- it's just observations that I have found to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships: I've come to characterize connections between people in 5 different types:&lt;br /&gt;1) Physical&lt;br /&gt;2) Spiritual&lt;br /&gt;3) Intellectual&lt;br /&gt;4) Emotional&lt;br /&gt;5) Social&lt;br /&gt;The more connections you have with another person makes a stronger relationship. Ultimately, one would hope that their spouse has all 5 types of connections. &lt;br /&gt;Although these seem semi-specific, the connections do not necessarily mean that each of the two parties share the exact thing in common. Rather, it could mean that they compliment each other. For instance, I have these friends who are dating. When i asked one of the about the 5 types of connection, she responded to intellectual by saying how she is going into nursing and he is going into architecture. I replied saying that they don't have to be exact but they share ideals of higher education as well as they can appreciate each other's passion ion their specific field. Later, she wasn't sure about the social connection- i jumped in saying that they are really good socially together. They mesh well and aren't awkward but are on the same social connection. They have many of the connections, so we'll see where it goes :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mature vs. Immaturity: &lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about this a lot lately. One characteristic (notice i say 1) of immaturity is the fact that they will say that they are mature. Just think when you were 12 and said "I'm mature and can make my own decisions" as compared to now, you realize how naive you were. A person that is mature will in fact recognize their immaturity as a way of improvement. An immature person is quick to emotion and slow to change. A mature person will think about both sides and will make a decision based on other things besides emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep- that's what's been on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Peace out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-6615620765487459132?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/6615620765487459132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=6615620765487459132&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/6615620765487459132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/6615620765487459132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/09/warning-philosophies.html' title='Warning- Philosophies'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-3669038873552392127</id><published>2008-09-03T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T16:53:29.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Girls Allowed</title><content type='html'>It is the morning of the second day of school. Yesterday's schedule: 9-10 Chem 10-11 Tissue Bio 11-12 Devotional 12-3 Tissue Bio lab 4-6 Work 6-7 PreMed Help class 7-9 Medical Interpreter class... death! Today's schedule 9-10 Chem 10-11 Break! :D 11-12 Multi Var 12-1 D&amp;C 1-2:45 Work and normally I would then TA from 3-5 but none this week! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SL8jYxOdCsI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ruRyLOJInbE/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SL8jYxOdCsI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ruRyLOJInbE/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241947399720340162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people have commented on the break up, and I'm doing fine... ish. But as you can see from the overwhelming schedule, I have decided a "No Girls Allowed" rule. Granted for anyone who knows me, you're probably thinking of how long this will last. Hmm we'll see- i'm pretty insistent at this time. People keep telling me to date OLDER women- since they see 'maturity' in me. (I'll blog about maturity in my next blog.) But dating older would mean dating older! Dude y'all i'm 20. Not ready for anything soon :D. ha ha&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SL8jZJl9JGI/AAAAAAAAAM0/KjzFPFN_6I8/s1600-h/Berenstain_Bears_No_Girls_Allowed-resized200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SL8jZJl9JGI/AAAAAAAAAM0/KjzFPFN_6I8/s320/Berenstain_Bears_No_Girls_Allowed-resized200.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241947406261363810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-3669038873552392127?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/3669038873552392127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=3669038873552392127&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/3669038873552392127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/3669038873552392127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-girls-allowed.html' title='No Girls Allowed'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SL8jYxOdCsI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ruRyLOJInbE/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-7500148496306180950</id><published>2008-09-01T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T13:10:53.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah ha! Success!</title><content type='html'>Good afternoon y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just returned from a successful day of shopping. I just broke up on... hmm Saturday was it? Yeah Saturday- so I decided to go shopping. I went to Banana hoping for a cheap sweater, of course in the back of my mind I knew I wouldn't find one. Then I found a V-neck tee that wasn't down to my xiphoid process (ha ha anatomy term for a segment at the bottom of your sternum). In fact, they were cheap! 12.95! So i bought some and it is grand. here's pics of two of them. I also got a white crew neck because they didn't have a V-neck but then i realized I need to return it. With the G's it looks weird to have the swoop that can be seen when wearing white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SLxKZSQlHpI/AAAAAAAAAMM/K_C-bar9Ls0/s1600-h/br361689-00viv01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SLxKZSQlHpI/AAAAAAAAAMM/K_C-bar9Ls0/s200/br361689-00viv01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241145864610979474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SLxKZu5suLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/LCcygcQyw5U/s1600-h/br361689-14viv01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SLxKZu5suLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/LCcygcQyw5U/s200/br361689-14viv01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241145872299636914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh another note- this is a shout out to Paul Nielsen to comment on this blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another note- I won't put details of the break up on the blog but if you would really like details, just call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-7500148496306180950?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/7500148496306180950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=7500148496306180950&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/7500148496306180950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/7500148496306180950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/09/ah-ha-success.html' title='Ah ha! Success!'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SLxKZSQlHpI/AAAAAAAAAMM/K_C-bar9Ls0/s72-c/br361689-00viv01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-5645002251429704107</id><published>2008-08-28T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T09:45:45.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes I am vain and girl like at moments</title><content type='html'>I am extremely excited for fall. I think officially it may be my favorite season with a close second being Winter. Winter is great from the family activities to skiing to the simply beauty of the snow. But fall rocks my world. You've got your pumpkins (heck yes), pumpkin pie (double heck yes), awesome colors that are earthy, semi depressing, but still beautiful. However, one of the my favorite reasons for liking fall is LAYERING! Yep it's ridiculous but true. Confession: I have two fashion fetishes- backpacks/messenger bags and jackets. They are the two things I spend a lot of money into and that I'm very selective about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today's excitement is about sweaters! I am officially a fan of V-neck sweaters. I don't like V-neck T-shirts because they ride too low and then you see the G's. But V-neck sweaters tend to be more of a shallow neck line. They are sophisticated and stylish. I like to wear them under a blazer or just simply with jeans. It is grand-hmm perhaps I will wear one today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the prelim wish list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target: super cheap Merino sweaters. Buy your husbands a merino sweater you will be glad you did. There aren't any online yet... but soon there will be an awesome selection for about $20 not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SLbRstyRKeI/AAAAAAAAALc/ih99gD6e6Rw/s1600-h/514fJO9-JnL._SL160_SY124_SX124_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SLbRstyRKeI/AAAAAAAAALc/ih99gD6e6Rw/s200/514fJO9-JnL._SL160_SY124_SX124_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239605782627035618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAP- Always has awesome Merino sweaters. I tried on this royal purple one- I kind of like it. But i was by myself and I usually don't buy something unless I get a second opinion. But it compliments my skin tone nicely (gosh I sound like a girl). They run from $40-$50 depending on the style and pattern (Argyle print will cost 10 extra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SLbSWehqUoI/AAAAAAAAALs/HwPEvrKGl_g/s1600-h/gp461201-05p01v01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SLbSWehqUoI/AAAAAAAAALs/HwPEvrKGl_g/s200/gp461201-05p01v01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239606500085355138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JCrew- I love Cashmere!! I have never owned any cashmere myself but I love it!!! AHHH!! JCrew is more expensive but they have good stuff that can be used for a long time. It's often a good investment clothing item. Their Merinos will run any where from $60 and up. Their cashmere $80 (ha if you're lucky) $100 ... more like $150-$200... Holy crap! Will someone freaking buy me cashmere?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SLbRr4X-tdI/AAAAAAAAALE/f6QH4ZaXSmU/s1600-h/erez-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SLbRr4X-tdI/AAAAAAAAALE/f6QH4ZaXSmU/s200/erez-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239605768289695186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SLbRr495Y8I/AAAAAAAAALM/IsgKtBLEqs8/s1600-h/erez-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SLbRr495Y8I/AAAAAAAAALM/IsgKtBLEqs8/s200/erez-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239605768448730050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SLbRsZ73PDI/AAAAAAAAALU/kPtjpYarp98/s1600-h/erez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SLbRsZ73PDI/AAAAAAAAALU/kPtjpYarp98/s200/erez.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239605777298570290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banana Republic- is made for white people. I have tried numerous things on and they don't seem to fit me. Ok I guess it's because I am short and skinny but still! yeah but I like their shirts/sweaters. Not too bad priced around $60. And look purple again! But this is more of a white person purple... not too much because if a white person wears a dark purple they will look super white. So here's more of a white ish purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SLbUhuSw7jI/AAAAAAAAAL0/j9IvI8nlOFU/s1600-h/br583201-02viv01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SLbUhuSw7jI/AAAAAAAAAL0/j9IvI8nlOFU/s200/br583201-02viv01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239608892319657522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SLbUhveKeJI/AAAAAAAAAL8/OFbGuvTw10Q/s1600-h/br583212-01viv01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SLbUhveKeJI/AAAAAAAAAL8/OFbGuvTw10Q/s200/br583212-01viv01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239608892635904146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SLbUh4ymr8I/AAAAAAAAAME/a9yGYwP0Kpk/s1600-h/br583212-06viv01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SLbUh4ymr8I/AAAAAAAAAME/a9yGYwP0Kpk/s200/br583212-06viv01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239608895137558466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K now to reclaim my masculinity... Rachel comes home tomorrow!! Can anyone say torture? I'm really excited to see here. Then school starts where I have a more than busy schedule. I am taking 15 credits, working 20 hours a week, volunteering 4-5 hours a week, and TA-ing 9 hours a week. I told her that if she wanted to break up with me, I would understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Rachel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you like crazy- I'll see you tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to readers of the blog- buy your husbands some sweaters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-5645002251429704107?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/5645002251429704107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=5645002251429704107&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/5645002251429704107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/5645002251429704107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/08/yes-i-am-vain-and-girl-like-at-moments.html' title='Yes I am vain and girl like at moments'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SLbRstyRKeI/AAAAAAAAALc/ih99gD6e6Rw/s72-c/514fJO9-JnL._SL160_SY124_SX124_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-4703599545922745603</id><published>2008-08-19T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T14:43:35.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkins on the horizon</title><content type='html'>Hello all. I am semi back. Sorry for being MIA- I got distracted. Truth be told, I am still distracted. I've been dating a very amazing person named Rachel Teh. She's really awesome, and I find myself spending more time with her, which has resulted in the MIA blog style. So new updates in my life: Rachel. I dominated my last classes for summer semester (Linear Algebra and Anatomy). I am an ANATOMY TA! Not only that but I get to teach my own section. It's going to be awesome. I now live and work in Provo. My work is slow and so I do homework or cruise on the internet, which I am currently doing. I live on condo row, which is just south of campus. I am currently scrubbing and disinfecting the place since Nan has moved out due to marriage. Currently, Rachel is visiting her sister in Georgia; hence, I now have time to blog. Ha ha. Ok on to my blog topic- Pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love of pumpkin carving came when I was a Senior in High School. I wanted the AP art students to do a pumpkin carving contest. Well, no one wanted to do it, so I just did it anyways. All of a sudden it became the PASSION OF THE CENTURY! There is still about a month and a half until Pumpkin Season (notice how I don’t say fall or Halloween); however, I am now searching for my next portrait or subject. Any suggestions? Here are some of my pumpkins from the past…&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SKs-DQFyoCI/AAAAAAAAAKk/X6jUf01lS8w/s1600-h/Pumpkin+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SKs-DQFyoCI/AAAAAAAAAKk/X6jUf01lS8w/s200/Pumpkin+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236347217328119842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SKs-DisMUuI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Qgyq0h1DOds/s1600-h/Pumpkin1+real.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SKs-DisMUuI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Qgyq0h1DOds/s200/Pumpkin1+real.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236347222321025762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I carved a pumpkin for my mom's b-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SKs-DnS6M5I/AAAAAAAAAK0/uMLbFQUdfGo/s1600-h/Pumpkin+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SKs-DnS6M5I/AAAAAAAAAK0/uMLbFQUdfGo/s200/Pumpkin+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236347223557157778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SKs-D3mjJDI/AAAAAAAAAK8/9W3yV5FE0Fs/s1600-h/Pumpkin+2+real.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SKs-D3mjJDI/AAAAAAAAAK8/9W3yV5FE0Fs/s200/Pumpkin+2+real.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236347227934499890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my mission I carved Joseph Smith- it was okay but I only had very limited time because I only did it on 1 p-day. I've also done a lion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions? Just let me know... I am always up for a new idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-4703599545922745603?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/4703599545922745603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=4703599545922745603&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/4703599545922745603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/4703599545922745603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/08/pumpkins-on-horizon.html' title='Pumpkins on the horizon'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SKs-DQFyoCI/AAAAAAAAAKk/X6jUf01lS8w/s72-c/Pumpkin+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-4373014620198321059</id><published>2008-06-18T07:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:07:11.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Kindness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SFk5erU4aZI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ldkLqAgnCpk/s1600-h/kindness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SFk5erU4aZI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ldkLqAgnCpk/s200/kindness.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213261242847226258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday was really interesting.  It completely too me off guard.  It started with a frantic day of me wanting to kill my professor because he's a pompous fool!! Okay enough of that.  I arrived at school around 11:45 and planned on studying nonstop until 6 when i would take my final.  I thought i could sell back my books and had them stuffed in my hands as well as my Vitamin Water.  I was walking about 2 yeards behind two Girls in Church dresses.  My phone rang so i frantically crossed my left hand over to my pocket and picked up the phone; I officially had no hands whatsoever.  My left arm was crossed over my huge Bio book with the phone to my ear, and my right hand was supporting the book as well and holding the Vitamin Water.  My phone rang right before the door.  The girls went through the door, and it closed with me not being about to do anything.  Since it was a double door, they looked back to see me struggling to open the door.  We made eye contact, for some reason they chuckled and still didn't help me even though i was barely grasping the door handle and was walking in a crouched fashion to try and attempt and squeeze my body through.  Rude- those girls are rude! One would think these respectable LDS women would know how to lend a hand! I am so mad.  Further, I ran into a woman I use to hometeach that teaches at BYU.  We made eye contact.  She looked away and started to walk towards the other side of the aisle.  I stared her down, gave a big smile, and said "hey how's it going."  Rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side, I saw a very preppy rich girl.  She had her Coach purse, her giant Gucci sunglasses and perfectly glossed lips.  She was obviously in a hurry.  In her path, there was a newspaper on the ground.  She didn't even hesitate but instead picked up the paper.  She didn't just throw it away but searched for a recylcing bin.  Awesome!  Then I took a pieces of scratch paper into my final.  The check-in guy was clearly frantically working.  As i checked in, he kindly said "oh i'm sorry you can only use one piece."  I put the rest in my backpack and went back.  He said "sorry for the inconvenience, but you can turn in one paper to get another scratch paper if you would like."  he was super kind although he was super stressed.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SFk5kfqP6WI/AAAAAAAAAKc/haxwv0iwgRg/s1600-h/tao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SFk5kfqP6WI/AAAAAAAAAKc/haxwv0iwgRg/s200/tao.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213261342794836322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What did i learn... don't judge a person by the exterior.  People who should have been nice were complete jerks, and people do unexpected kindness.  It is kind of Daoist Idea.  Just keep in mind your actions are noticed, so let them be seen for good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-4373014620198321059?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/4373014620198321059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=4373014620198321059&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/4373014620198321059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/4373014620198321059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/06/unexpected-kindness.html' title='Unexpected Kindness'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SFk5erU4aZI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ldkLqAgnCpk/s72-c/kindness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-3478165622711561304</id><published>2008-06-10T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:07:12.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hippie, the Guru of Our Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SFFaL-7hRbI/AAAAAAAAAJs/482Und-cgU4/s1600-h/hippietree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SFFaL-7hRbI/AAAAAAAAAJs/482Und-cgU4/s200/hippietree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211045405762078130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Energy Crisis!! What kind of crisis? Energy Crisis!  I’m pretty sure we can all admit that gas is expensive.  I drive a very economic Honda Civic EX with a 4 cylinder engine and usually get around 32-38 mpg.  Pretty good right? Still, I am feeling the energy crunch.  Last week, I paid 40 dollars for a tank of gas minus the 5 cents/gal I saved at Harmons :D (oh wait that’s only 50 cents…).  So what’s the solution you ask. Who knows you ask?  Well, the hippies do.  I will tell you why we are in an energy crisis based on hippie principles.  So pull up your hemp chair, stop bathing, get your homemade granola, and start singing Kum Bai Ya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First Law of Thermodynamics states that energy can neither be created nor destroyed.  In other words, energy can only be transferred.  We can only get energy from other things.  The most stark example of this is gasoline, which seems to affect us the most.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SFFar34WzXI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bC6HesxO8tA/s1600-h/oil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SFFar34WzXI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bC6HesxO8tA/s200/oil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211045953625574770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The hydrocarbons make up oil and are highly reduced macromolecules that produce a good amount of kcal/mol.  They were made from a long process of taking organic material probably from the Cretaceous Period (I believe- don’t quote me on that).  These were organisms like animals and plants, which is believed to be the major component of oil.  They all die… blah blah blah… bam! Oil in 2008.  It is a transfer of solar energy to living organic compounds into hydrocarbons into gas into energy, which makes the world go round.  Further, I’m pretty sure we can all agree that everything ties to gas from food to transportation gas affects it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question… What would have happened if the plants had all died back in the day?  We would not be here or have the “advances” we have today.  No plants→ no animals, no gas no cars, no trucks no foreign imports of mangos!  And quite frankly, I love my mangos.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plants are pretty important.  A few years ago scientists proposed ethanol as a fuel source.  Like gasoline, it is also a reduced hydrocarbon.  All fruit bearing plants produce ethanol; it is the substance that ripens fruits (this is why you should put unripe fruit inside a paper bag to up the concentration of ethanol).  Seemed like a good idea?  Just remember how I was against it in the first place!!! I said how farms would start growing ridiculous amount of corn (or sugar cane in Brazil) which would drive the prices of every other grain up.  Also everyone jumped onto the idea during its prototype stage even though it was not cost efficient yet- but everyone was hyped up on ethanol (ha ha it’s also a form of alcohol) and everyone jumped on the bandwagon made of corn.  So instead of savings from gas, there was a transfer of cost to other things, which came around to bite us in the butt once again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, growing one type of plant will exhaust the nutrients of the fields.  Since plants are completely autonomous, they have to produce everything by themselves.  Amino Acids, components of proteins; Nucleotides, monomers of RNA and DNA; Lipids, very crucial in all cells; and Carbohydrates, sugar etc, all have to be produced by one organism.  Amino Acids require nitrogen and despite its atmospheric abundance, nitrogen needs to be fixed in the soil.  Nucleotides require phosphorous.  Lipids and Carbs require water and CO2 for the most part.  As such, fertilizer is used to subsidize the soil.  If you have ever looked at the components of fertilizer, there are usually numbers for the amounts of nitrogen and phosphorous.  Remember this as I move onto another point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SFFa1mYdc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/He11Hy_o0uk/s1600-h/oil2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SFFa1mYdc6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/He11Hy_o0uk/s200/oil2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211046120727081890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let’s look at the “savage” landscape which functions completely without human assistance (ha ha it’s like an oxymoron).  Rainforests are abundant with life; in fact, it is said that there are virtually thousands of organisms are still unknown to man.  It is a self-sustaining ecosystem that does not need man to fertilize the land or on the verge of an energy crisis!  The rainforests today parallel the ancient forests that became oil.  So how are they self-sustaining?  Bacteria fix aerosol nitrogen into the soil (legumes do the same but use symbiotic bacteria in nodules to accomplish the same goal).  They also tear apart dead organisms and recycle the nitrogen.  Similarly phosphorous is recycled from DNA of dead organisms.  Why can’t modern society do the same…  It is because we are doing the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could do the same but don’t.  Nutrient rich matter is thrown away as garbage and taken to a landfill where inorganic material supposedly “degrade” but in reality don’t for 20, 30, 50, or in the case of Styrofoam, it doesn’t.  The organic material is lost.  Bacteria still do their job in decomposing material.  In fact, a Windex plant runs completely off of the landfill fumes produced by bacteria.  I commend them for that.  Furthermore, some organic materials can’t be used anymore.  Reason is that they are full of hormones, pesticides, and harmful chemicals.  I don’t know if I like that to be recycled.  Further, remember how we are so reliant on plants for energy?  Despite conservationist tree planting parties, there is the modern trend of cutting down trees.  It is not just in the Amazon but even in our own backyards.  We cut down trees for house and replace them with grass.  We may even buy different trees which are not acclimated completely and are not mature.  Basically, we need “savage” nature.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a solution in sight? No.  Sorry to be blunt, but it’s true.  A solution isn’t just doing one thing.  It is a life style change.  I guarantee there isn’t going to be an invention that will restore viable energy, get rid of green house gases, restore forests, or return nutrients to the soil.  We can all agree there are issues and wish for change.  Stop wishing! Do something about it.  Here are a few, reasonable ideas: grow organic, compost pile, farmers market, alternate forms of transportation, turn off the lights, stop buying Styrofoam (I hate that stuff), recycle, take public transportation.  I want to discuss compost- it’s a good way to restore nutrients into the soil and helps get rid of garbage.  Public transportation seems like an inconvenience.  In other parts of the world/country (NY, Hong Kong), public transportation is really convenient.  The more people use UT’s the better it will get.  If there is the demand, it will happen.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SFFa1tMQ7II/AAAAAAAAAKM/qI1zTgdGLCI/s1600-h/hippie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SFFa1tMQ7II/AAAAAAAAAKM/qI1zTgdGLCI/s200/hippie2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211046122554977410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stop complaining about gas, stop wishing someone would do something…. Do something now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Hippie to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-3478165622711561304?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/3478165622711561304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=3478165622711561304&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/3478165622711561304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/3478165622711561304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/06/hippie-guru-of-our-times.html' title='Hippie, the Guru of Our Times'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SFFaL-7hRbI/AAAAAAAAAJs/482Und-cgU4/s72-c/hippietree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-8504127260125101834</id><published>2008-06-02T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:07:12.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to get out Hillary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SEQR7YrB-OI/AAAAAAAAAJc/fqSdUr7WEZo/s1600-h/saygoodbyue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SEQR7YrB-OI/AAAAAAAAAJc/fqSdUr7WEZo/s200/saygoodbyue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207306781080025314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don’t get me wrong- I still believe that Hillary would be the better candidate.  After listening to tidbits of the DNC discussion over MI/FL pledged delegates, I’ve decided that this has to end.  The bickering, the complaining, and the alleged “prejudice” needs to stop.  The Democrat Party needs to come together and get rid of this fighting.  Throughout the announcement of the delegate allocation, jeers and complaints interrupted the flow of the decision.  When I heard this, I thought it was completely ridiculous.  It sounded like SNL.  It needs to stop or else further polarization of the party will continue.  People were saying McCain’s name- that is uncalled for.  No one wants to hear his dirty name… seriously.  It needs to end, and it needs to end now.  The more it is drawn out, the more ridiculous it becomes.  I still believe that Hillary is the better candidate but I also believe that Obama is the better movement.  Hillary would have made a better president, but I will support Obama.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SEQSASzc3pI/AAAAAAAAAJk/5NZhGUaVgRU/s1600-h/OBAMA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SEQSASzc3pI/AAAAAAAAAJk/5NZhGUaVgRU/s200/OBAMA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207306865404075666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Additionally, I believe that Hillary would have still had a chance, but the media coverage skewed the opinions of Americans.  Ever since Indiana, Hillary has had significantly less coverage.  Let’s face it- we’re Americans, we like our TV.  If the media would had covered Hillary more, the race could have still gone on for her.  Granted it would still be an uphill battle, but it would have given her a boost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I still believe Hillary would be more electable, but Obama needs to lead the party to the Presidency.  Hillary needs to get out graciously and campaign heavily in OH, WV, KY, FL, PN, and NH for Obama.  Hillary, you’re the man- so suck it up and get out with dignity.  As such, I officially switch my super delegate vote to Obama.  Good Luck Man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I forgot- I’m not a super delegate… never mind. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-8504127260125101834?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/8504127260125101834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=8504127260125101834&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/8504127260125101834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/8504127260125101834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-to-get-out-hillary.html' title='Time to get out Hillary'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SEQR7YrB-OI/AAAAAAAAAJc/fqSdUr7WEZo/s72-c/saygoodbyue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-1501921937052826726</id><published>2008-05-27T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:07:12.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombies in my Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SDyLpm8hoVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/_OUmGBfD8g4/s1600-h/zombie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SDyLpm8hoVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/_OUmGBfD8g4/s200/zombie1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205188816278757714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For a week now, I have not had a single good night’s sleep.  The reason being is that I have been having Zombie Dreams.  I know this sounds absolutely ridiculous and quite childish, but I hate Zombies with a passion.  I fall asleep my normal way, and my dreams become the usual array of random images which eventually turns into a story.  I always meet a group of new people in my dreams, and there is always one of them that I mistrust.  Then an outbreak of Zombies comes to our attention, and we are forced to run for our lives.  For some reason, I always find secret passages and hiding places, but despite my efforts disaster strikes.  It turns out the fishy person is really a Zombie in disguise that not only opens the passages to other Zombies but also starts chewing on members of the group I’ve been saving.  (Lame! What a jerk!) With the outbreak of Zombies, the world goes to shambles.  The bright sunny scene is now covered in darkness.  Cities turn to ruins and are filled with garbage.  Fields of grass turn into nuclear waste sites.  Happy Homes turn into buffet lines for the flesh eating.  It’s disturbing to say the least.  Worst of it is that my mind does not seem to have a filter.  Bloody and decrepit corpses line the streets.  Smashed toys add to the garbage infested landscape, and dogs chew the fresh bodies because they are starving to death and any meat will suffice.  One time with much struggle, I finally started the engine of an empty car only to be cornered in a school yard where Zombie children envelop the vehicle.  The chilling sound of their nails scratching the car still creeps me out.  I cried as I accelerated over their bodies, but at least the cries of those in the car are quieted.  Another time right before the outbreak, I was driving when all of a sudden a child on a bike rides in front of my car and I can hear him say, “This will make you stop.”  I felt the car jump as it went over his body, and I heard the crunch of bones under the weight.  I rush out of the car in a panic just be overtaken by the Zombie child and his brother.  I wasn’t bitten and luckily escaped.  Through the whole series of dreams, we never find a place of refuge.  Armies lead by the mistrusted ones always find us, but we are always one step ahead.  While running, you can see those who still don’t believe in Zombies and mock those run.  They are later overtaken and join the troops of the dead.  There are those who cage themselves and never leave.  I told them that if they stay in the city, the Zombies will eventually get them.  Then there are those who are sick of running and either just get eaten or cage themselves as well.  Lastly, there are those of us who keep running, always getting further away but closer to who knows what.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SDyLfW8hoUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/vtJYA4QdZNs/s1600-h/zombie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SDyLfW8hoUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/vtJYA4QdZNs/s320/zombie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205188640185098562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah pretty messed up I know.  I love scary movies, but I haven’t seen one in over 3, 4 months.  If you think this is “I Am Legend,” the only similarity is that there are zombies, but I’m pretty sure Will Smith didn’t have to run over children or see the Zombies eat his friends and family.  I’m really blogging to get these nightmares out of my head.  I bet their symbolic; if they repeat, they usually are.  The four groups of people seem like the four groups of the parable of the sower but who knows. &lt;br /&gt;Please comment! If you know anything to help or see any symbolism, please let me know! I’d really appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-1501921937052826726?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/1501921937052826726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=1501921937052826726&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/1501921937052826726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/1501921937052826726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/05/zombies-in-my-dreams.html' title='Zombies in my Dreams'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SDyLpm8hoVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/_OUmGBfD8g4/s72-c/zombie1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-1249029481251066427</id><published>2008-05-16T07:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:07:13.120-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts and Effects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complaints'/><title type='text'>McCain on Foreign Policy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SC2dvaHI2HI/AAAAAAAAAJA/fxxw58vlKNY/s1600-h/mccain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SC2dvaHI2HI/AAAAAAAAAJA/fxxw58vlKNY/s200/mccain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200986582471465074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In a speech on foreign policy in Los Angeles, McCain proposed one of the most radical ideas in history.  He proposed to remove Russia from the Group of Industrial Nations and draw a line between China as well.  He then wants to add India and Brazil.  This will create a "cold war" like embargo but in an economic stance.  This will add tension on the world market.  Yet, does McCain realize that the difference between now and the original cold war is that Russia is now one of the largest producers of oil and China is growing 3 times faster than the United States? The stress this move would cause is insurmountable.  The tension would leave the United States even more unstable economically.  Perhaps WWIII won't be fought with guns and tanks but rather it would be fought with embargos, taxes, and forcing countries into economic depressions while stable ally countries will refuse to help for fear that they too will be drawn into a depression.  Traditional economic policy is a death sentence.  How can the United States possibly survive with an ever growing global economy? The government needs to include Russia and China to help stabilize the world's economy or more importantly ours.  Or perhaps, everyone would rather see food stamps instead of dollar bills and third world streets instead of golden roads.  What can we do? Vote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and read the next post about my general political ideas :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-1249029481251066427?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/1249029481251066427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=1249029481251066427&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/1249029481251066427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/1249029481251066427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/05/mccain-on-foreign-policy.html' title='McCain on Foreign Policy'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SC2dvaHI2HI/AAAAAAAAAJA/fxxw58vlKNY/s72-c/mccain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-4770572338056437173</id><published>2008-05-15T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:07:13.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts and Effects'/><title type='text'>Jarom Chung- On Politics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SCyO96HI2GI/AAAAAAAAAI4/fdcLMA6cjlc/s1600-h/republican+cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SCyO96HI2GI/AAAAAAAAAI4/fdcLMA6cjlc/s320/republican+cartoon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200688863928440930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning!!! This is highly politically charged!! Don’t let my small sense of politics influence your thoughts.  Also, we are friends regardless if you agree :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some time now, I’ve known which candidate I support, but due to the “anti” sentiment in Utah I’ve never openly endorsed a candidate neither have I commented upon which party lines I fall.  Well, I’ve decided to stir things up and endorse Hillary Clinton as the best candidate for president.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SCyOjKHI2FI/AAAAAAAAAIw/4O-GXYU-2L8/s1600-h/hillary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SCyOjKHI2FI/AAAAAAAAAIw/4O-GXYU-2L8/s400/hillary.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200688404366940242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why I’m a Democrat: My views on most controversial topics is the same; it is that each person should research the pros and cons of each side and decide independently on which side they fall.  Everyone should have a definitive opinion that has been research and sought after.  Without research, an undecided opinion is better than faking one or even going with what everyone else thinks- that is the worse you can do! I am a Democrat based on principles especially regarding economics (this ultimately made me decide that I was a Democrat).  I researched the two parties a few years ago and decided that there were more pros to the Democratic Party than the Republican in my opinion.  In particular, I believe that the government involvement in economics is crucial to the US economy especially in an ever-growing world market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I’m a Moderate Democrat in practice but am liberal minded:  I’m not a liberal Democrat nor am I a conservative Democrat.  I am liberal minded in that I try not to immediately judge a certain group.  I believe in a non-agitated, free exchange of ideas and that everyone has a voice/perspective that should be expressed.  I enjoy talking to people of a different religious tradition, different racial or cultural background, or controversial life styles.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SCyN1KHI2BI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xDQRrsM5CN4/s1600-h/debates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SCyN1KHI2BI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xDQRrsM5CN4/s200/debates.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200687614092957714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My thoughts on McCain:  I like how he is nonpartisan in his politics.  He is more of a moderate Republican that doesn’t care about party lines but believes in the best for the country.  However, I do not side with McCain on his lack of knowledge/plan for the country’s economy.  To me, he seems like a continuation of Bush policy which really has created more problems.  The government really needs to do more regarding prices of gas and food, searching for an alternative fuel that is not ethanol, world economy with the dollar lowering in price, outsourcing jobs, and the recession in general.  “If it’s not broke, don’t fix it.”  Well, it’s broke let’s fix it by changing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts on Obama: First off, he is a great candidate and if the nomination (which he probably will be) I will support him full-heartedly.  But I need to express my thoughts on something…  One thing that bugs me is that all “young” people support Obama without really knowing much about him.  All they really know is the phrase “Change” which sounds hopeful but really is quite ambiguous.  They just know that he is young and black- isn’t that cool?  He’s a “breath of fresh air that really represents the younger population.”  Unless they are true liberals, I don’t know why they support him.  Do they know that he strongly supports abortion even in the third trimester when the baby is practically born?  Don’t the people who say “if you’re in America, you should speak English” know that he strongly opposes English as the official national language?  Don’t they know he has an alternative plan to universal health care?  All the “young” voters see is that he young, hip and can connect with them on a more “down to earth basis.”  All I see is a lack of experience.  They hear “change” and know that it sounds good so it must be good.  This “ambiguous” change simply represents their ambiguous, conscious stream of reality.  They must be too drunk to actually research about the issues.  Oh wait, even LDS people throw themselves over Obama… what does it say about them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts on Hillary: I really like her platform all around.  There are some points with which I disagree with.  But overall, I like her as a candidate.  She basically has the same platform as Obama aside from universal health care.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would be the best candidate:  Well, I want a Democrat in White House primarily for economic policy.  I don’t think Obama can do it.  If he is the Democratic nomination, I will support him full heartedly.  I believe he will do well in uniting the country and in healing the country after the Bush administration.  I don’t believe he will do much as far as policy, but he will be a good president to follow.  The president after him will also do much for the country.  However, his inexperienced scares me a little.  He can do it, but Hillary has more of a foot in the door.  She has a lot of “baggage” from Bill, but she also has many ties that Obama does not even compare.  Her policy would be more in effect than Obama’s would (granted they are basically about the same platform more or less).  I believe that Hillary would do better matched up with McCain than Obama would.  She is more experienced as I said.  Also she is more electable.  Bush won the nomination based on two big swing areas in the last two elections: the mid-west (OH, KY, WV, PN) and Florida.  Especially in the first area, no president has ever been elected without that area.  Hillary won in all those states.  She appeals to the Red Democrats/the Reagan Democrats/ the blue collar whites.  That is why she has done well in those states.  Obama comes across as elitist and well… is black.  In a poll, 22% of West Virginians said that they wouldn’t vote for Obama based on race.  That is 22% that admit it!! That means it’s more like 44% of the population! That is a lot.  He cannot appeal to that class which is needed to win.  When Bill won his election, he also won OH, KY, WV, PN.  I just don’t see how Obama could win those votes.  Also there is a poll that shows Hillary as more electable over McCain; when asked who would they vote for between Obama and McCain it was a tougher battle.  Lastly Florida should be seated- it is a swing state and between the two states that were not counted- there was a record amount of voters (2.3 Million!).  They need to be heard- disenfranchisement is denial of human rights.  You can change rules; you can’t change the constitution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solutions?: who knows… I believe that Hillary would be the most electable.  An Obama Clinton ticket doesn’t make sense and goes against everything that Obama stands for.  However, a Clinton Obama ticket does make sense.  Hillary’s platform is better, and she has more ties.  Then after Clinton’s terms, Obama could run with his experience and his good standing with the public.  This makes the most sense.  However, it won’t happen.  Someone told me about a governor in KS that’s a woman and how she has the same strengths as Clinton but she is not Clinton.  It could work… I just hope Obama can get Clinton’s supporters…. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SCyN1aHI2CI/AAAAAAAAAIY/tDuJgQmT3A0/s1600-h/idea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SCyN1aHI2CI/AAAAAAAAAIY/tDuJgQmT3A0/s200/idea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200687618387925026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So Leave your thoughts… I’m totally nonaggressive when talking politics (I like to talk/discuss about them but never argue).  So if you have any new thoughts let me know… and if you’re not registered, I can help you with that :D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-4770572338056437173?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/4770572338056437173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=4770572338056437173&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/4770572338056437173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/4770572338056437173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/05/jarom-chung-on-politics.html' title='Jarom Chung- On Politics'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SCyO96HI2GI/AAAAAAAAAI4/fdcLMA6cjlc/s72-c/republican+cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-1093814106654158106</id><published>2008-05-09T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:07:13.984-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts and Effects'/><title type='text'>The Lottery Curse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SCSInhamOvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/h5B9MIR_MgY/s1600-h/idea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SCSInhamOvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/h5B9MIR_MgY/s200/idea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198430082458598130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Money doesn’t bring happiness.   For every gospel principle/commandment there is a temporal blessing as well as a spiritual blessing.  Recently, I’ve been thinking about the principle of not gambling/to save your money.   Gambling can be fun and often lucrative.  So what’s the blessing from not gambling? Well, one obvious result is that you are not addicted to gambling.  However, not everyone becomes addicted to gambling, yet we are still counseled against it.  This morning on CNN I was listening about the “Lottery Curse.”  A woman, who recently won the Georgia lottery for a sum of $11 million, was shot and killed this morning by her ex-boyfriend.  Another winner of $17 million in 2003 was convicted of drunk-driving and drug usage.  She was in an accident and killed the passenger.  She is now serving a sentence in jail.  Also a man, who won $315 million, was robbed numerous times for 100 of thousands of dollars and later his granddaughter OD with severe consequences.  Perhaps, the temporal blessing is that money changes people- if it does not change us, it will change the ones around us.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SCSI6hamOwI/AAAAAAAAAIA/JNpfcg6UicM/s1600-h/money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SCSI6hamOwI/AAAAAAAAAIA/JNpfcg6UicM/s200/money.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198430408876112642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-1093814106654158106?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/1093814106654158106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=1093814106654158106&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/1093814106654158106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/1093814106654158106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/05/interesting-observation-on-money.html' title='The Lottery Curse'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SCSInhamOvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/h5B9MIR_MgY/s72-c/idea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-6469493944138330561</id><published>2008-05-06T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:07:19.962-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts and Effects'/><title type='text'>How to become a social recluse... (It's isn't as hard as it seems :D)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SCCsTyvGHwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/yLTo6CT4fn4/s1600-h/idea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SCCsTyvGHwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/yLTo6CT4fn4/s200/idea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197343426022350594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are many moments in my life when I wonder how people become whom they are at any given moment.  A classic example of this is my relentless need to find out how a hobo becomes a hobo.   Interesting question right? Recently, I have wondered the same thing about the infamous... "SOCIAL RECULSE!"  There are many titles of a social recluse including but not limited to “work-aholic,” “social outcast,” “nutty professor,” “the OCD,” "religious fanatic," “person lacking social skills and/or social decorum,” and the oh so famous “loser.”  *Disclaimer—(The “social recluse” can choose their own seclusion or it can be environmentally induced.)  Here are a few suggestions that I have found to be quite effective to achieve this mighty goal which seems unattainable but through my profound guidance, you too can become join the brotherhood of a social recluse! *Disclaimer—(the brotherhood does exist in theory but not practice.  All members are too secluded to actually come to the weekly meetings.)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SCCsYSvGHxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/UAsOndDLx54/s1600-h/loser.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SCCsYSvGHxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/UAsOndDLx54/s320/loser.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197343503331761938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Create a lofty goal- and become obsessed with it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the work-aholic, it is succeeding in work, making money, or even providing for a family.  For the loser, it’s computer games or Nintendo.  For the case of my good friend, it is getting into medical school.  Then create a network of sub-goals to achieve your goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Become obsessed about the obsession of your over obsessed goal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very important step.  The obsession will take so much time that all other things seem meaningless.  A good way of gauging the obsession level is if one of your sub-goals takes precedence over all necessary bodily functions: sleeping, eating, or even going to the bathroom.  If you find yourself saying “I have 20 minutes before my next class, I could get something to eat or get ahead in my homework. I’ll get ahead in my homework,” then you are well on your way to becoming the Ultimate Social Recluse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)One obsession leads to another:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the recent case of my good friend, his desire of Medical School has driven him to a greater love of learning.  His new obsessions include but are not limited to watching CNN in his spare time and listening to the NPR commentary on the radio.  These new obsessions have replaced his previous love of the Food Network Channel and Indie Music.  Getting rid of all interesting qualities of your personality is a good way to isolate yourself from reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Obsession is exhibited in all facets of life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one has a “worthy” obsession, he/she cannot stop talking about it.  CNN and NPR create incessant chatter of current events and have improved vocabulary tremendously.  These obsessions have also created a barrier to relate to other human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)With so many obsessions, who has time for anything else:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any spare time you may have, replace it with one of your sub-obsessions or things like work or church. Consequently, it will create a lack of time.  Since you are already goal driven, you will always get everything done.  You will now sacrifice all time to your goals.  This includes your Friday nights and Saturday evenings being transformed to studying text books and writing papers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)No matter how much you want to turn back just say to yourself “It’s worth it”:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be times when you want to go back to the world of the living.  Just know that you have already rationalized your goal numerous times and that it is always “worth it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my friends, I hope this will help you on your way to utter seclusion.  Follow these 6 steps and you have the Jarom Chung guarantee that you too will become a “SOCIAL RECLUSE.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-6469493944138330561?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/6469493944138330561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=6469493944138330561&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/6469493944138330561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/6469493944138330561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-to-become-social-recluse-its-isnt.html' title='How to become a social recluse... (It&apos;s isn&apos;t as hard as it seems :D)'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SCCsTyvGHwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/yLTo6CT4fn4/s72-c/idea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-4447456163687011714</id><published>2008-04-26T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:07:20.241-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WikiDag'/><title type='text'>Fruits V Vegetables</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SBNAeCvGHtI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Iz49OOmCODE/s1600-h/wikipedia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SBNAeCvGHtI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Iz49OOmCODE/s320/wikipedia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193565680162971346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All my life I have always wondered about the difference between Fruits and Vegetables.  Really this started after learning that a tomato was a fruit.  Later I then believed a tomato was a berry and then i believed that a strawberry wasn't a berry at all.  Then i was thinking that a fruit just had seeds and could be grown off of the ground.  I mean strawberries grow kind of on the ground but can be grown in a hanging basket.  So then I was thinking that all squashes (cucumber, zucchini, pumpkins, acorn squash, butternut squash, etc) were fruits as well.  I mean they have seeds and they can grow off the ground (trust me i've had a pumpkin that grew in the air).  Plus aren't squashes and melons the same plant?!? I mean they have very similar botanical structures.  K enough babbling.  Now for the Wiki-Dag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bontanically, Fruits are "the matured ovary of a flower, containing the seed." K that's a lot of stuff.  Vegetable usually refer to "edible roots, tubers, stems, leaves, fruits, bulbs, flower clusters, and other softer plant parts." Basically vegetables are anything edible that isn't the fruit of the plant. However, according to culinary terms, vegetables are used in salads or are cooked.  Thus tomatoes were considered vegetables instead of the berry classification.  Also California passed a law saying that tomatoes were vegetables to impose tariffs on Mexican importation of tomatoes.  Squashes are cooked- fruits usually aren't cooked.  So they are often considered vegetables among the ignorant :D.  Furthermore, if anyone has eaten stuffed zucchini flowers- those are considered vegetables.  Here's a list of fruits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SBdb2CvGHuI/AAAAAAAAAHY/52wX3ml_B6c/s1600-h/fruits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SBdb2CvGHuI/AAAAAAAAAHY/52wX3ml_B6c/s320/fruits.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194721679200624354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;True Berry: Blackcurrant, Redcurrant, Gooseberry, Tomato, Eggplant, Guava, Lucuma, Chili pepper, Pomegranate, Avocado, Kiwifruit, Grape,&lt;br /&gt;Pepo: Pumpkin, Gourd, Cucumber, Melon&lt;br /&gt;Hesperidium: Orange, Lemon, Lime, Grapefruit&lt;br /&gt;False berry (Epigynous): Banana, Cranberry, Blueberry&lt;br /&gt;Aggregate fruit: Blackberry, Raspberry, Boysenberry, Hedge apple&lt;br /&gt;Multiple fruit: Pineapple, Fig, Mulberry&lt;br /&gt;Other accessory fruit: Apple, Peach, Cherry, Green bean, Sunflower seed, Strawberry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Interesting note- all the fruits that have "berry" in their name are not true berries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list of vegetables---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaves (lettuce)&lt;br /&gt;stalks (celery)&lt;br /&gt;roots (carrot)&lt;br /&gt;tubers (potato)&lt;br /&gt;bulbs (onion)&lt;br /&gt;and flowers (broccoli)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-4447456163687011714?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/4447456163687011714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=4447456163687011714&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/4447456163687011714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/4447456163687011714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/04/fruits-v-vegetables.html' title='Fruits V Vegetables'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SBNAeCvGHtI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Iz49OOmCODE/s72-c/wikipedia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-1061764155159114306</id><published>2008-04-16T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:07:21.021-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazing  Adventures'/><title type='text'>A Weekend with Yacob</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SAYzrIYYNkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/4H_w4cx6kSQ/s1600-h/shinytoyguns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189892436668200514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SAYzrIYYNkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/4H_w4cx6kSQ/s200/shinytoyguns.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thoroughly enjoyed this past weekend, which I spent nearly the whole time with my brother Jacob. He’s 14, taller than me, and is becoming progressively cooler in my eyes. This weekend, I took Jake and 3 of his friend to their first concert. It started at 5:30 at the U, and we got tickets for free via our cousins. The bands included Augustana, HelloGoodBye, and Shiny Toy Guns- it was way fun. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SAY5nIYYNnI/AAAAAAAAAHI/M0c1OIPCyjc/s1600-h/hellogoodbye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189898965018490482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SAY5nIYYNnI/AAAAAAAAAHI/M0c1OIPCyjc/s320/hellogoodbye.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Highlights- During HelloGoodBye, I looked at friend to help me hoist Jake up to crowd surf. As we did, he was like “no, no!” He was super panicky. He was holding some free cds he got, and as he traveled towards the stage people tried and failed to grab his cds. Ha ha he had an awesome time. Here's a pic c/o my cousin's facebook- in the right there is someone crowd surfing. Later when he came back to the crowd, a circle started forming around him, which resulted in a GIANT MOSH! It took him a few seconds to get what was going on- then bolted out of there. I let Jake and his friends mosh for a bit- but then it started getting pretty bad, and I grounded them from going in the main crowd. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SAY0IoYYNlI/AAAAAAAAAG4/qtkYSZ-_svw/s1600-h/CIMG1967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189892943474341458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SAY0IoYYNlI/AAAAAAAAAG4/qtkYSZ-_svw/s320/CIMG1967.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SAY0dYYYNmI/AAAAAAAAAHA/p9BZ3t29aq0/s1600-h/CIMG1969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189893299956627042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/SAY0dYYYNmI/AAAAAAAAAHA/p9BZ3t29aq0/s200/CIMG1969.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Saturday, we had the awesome time at the MS walk! He and I raised a total of $700 together; it was awesome. We decided to run the whole 5k and ended up getting 5th and 6th! Funny thing is that on the last ¼ mile I told Jake to just run and get first. He then was stopped at a stop light and I caught up. Then he went ahead again- well he didn’t know where to go and tried to go through an entrance by Dick’s in the Gateway. Well the cop told him where to go. I on the other hand was already told by cop where to go. As I turned at the correct entrance, I heard Jacob scream “Jarom!!!!” he was running as fast as he could to catch me. I laughed and sprinted to the end- but Jake still managed to keep up. Here's video of us running. In it Jacob is imitating the night before ha! 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Often times i have so many ideas to blog that i end up not blogging at all.  Sadly enough, there was a hiatus of blogness.  However,  I have come to conclusion that i need to blog! Stealing from my lovely sister, I have come to conclusion that structured blogging may be best.  She has themes/labels for specific days.  I may end up doing that in the future, but for now I will start with a label called "Wiki-Dag" which comes from Wikipedia and "dag" which in Danish means day.  I use to never use Wikipedia but have found it a good way for quick look ups.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R_wGZwdukOI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/yEBKFeW50yA/s1600-h/Beardsleyflight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R_wGZwdukOI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/yEBKFeW50yA/s200/Beardsleyflight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187027910400053474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R_wGwQdukPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/U1dh2GdhxNw/s1600-h/beardsley5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R_wGwQdukPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/U1dh2GdhxNw/s200/beardsley5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187028296947110130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My recent Wikidag was on Aubrey Beardsley, who was an artist.  I have only seen two of his works, which are in pen and ink.  He uses a two tone technique, which I love.  Here are the two works I have been exposed to.  On the left is a women with crazy flares coming out of her body.  On the right is his rendition of Salome.  He was friends with Oscar Wilde, who had written a play of Salome; she is the mother of the girl who danced for Herod.  Salome requested John the Baptist's head!  Crazy story eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I searched for Aubrey Beardsley (who is a guy... who has a girl's name), I found some interesting facts or are they? So Oscar Wilde was wildly gay.  He and Beardsley were friends (sure they're "friends").  Beardsley drew the art for the Yellow Journal, which was read by Dorian Grey.  Well, i kept reading and found something interesting.  "..the details of his sexuality remain in question. He was generally regarded as asexual—which is hardly surprising, considering his chronic illness and his devotion to his work. " (interesting, I didn't know anyone could be considered asexual) "Speculation about his sexuality include rumors of an incestuous relationship with his elder sister, Mabel, who may have become pregnant by her brother and miscarried." Oh my gosh! can you believe that... ahhh gross incest! with a baby!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep reading for new facts from WikiDag!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-6112241222260838471?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/6112241222260838471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=6112241222260838471&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/6112241222260838471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/6112241222260838471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/04/wikidag-aubrey-beardsley.html' title='WikiDag: Aubrey Beardsley'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R_wFtgdukNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-aEEJMT3DLc/s72-c/wikipedia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-5239756117327357052</id><published>2008-04-05T14:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T14:43:55.602-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complaints'/><title type='text'>The Unwritten Rules of Blogging until now</title><content type='html'>Dear Reader,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many know, I am trying to beef up my entourage of readers and commenters.  This blog is designated to you, who has not much blogging experience.  This by no means makes me an expert, but there are some unwritten rules which perpetuate the world of blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 1: IF YOU READ, YOU COMMENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I agree on this rule.  It is nice to have comments regardless from whom it is given.  We write to be read, and commenting allows us to know we are heard.  Now you ask what do i comment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 2: A SMALL COMMENT IS WORTH MORE THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A comment takes less than 3 minutes to do.  We are not asking for a novel, but a small thought about the latest blog or possibly a comment about something related.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 3: CONSISTENCY PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A consistent commenter allows the blogger to create a better relationship with the commenter, and the commenter also learns a different side of the blogger.  I must admit that I think my sister and I have gotten closer through blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 4: IT DOESNT MATTER IF YOU DONT HAVE A BLOG- JUST LEAVE A COMMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging is semigeeky- so i don't blame anyone who doesn't want to dive into the world of blogs.  However, it is fun to express your ideas and thoughts.  Just leave a comment and say who you are :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just a couple unwritten rules-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Comments!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&gt; I will be blogging more consistently and will probably steal an idea from my sister and have consistently themed blog posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-5239756117327357052?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/5239756117327357052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=5239756117327357052&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/5239756117327357052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/5239756117327357052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/04/unwritten-rules-of-blogging-until-now.html' title='The Unwritten Rules of Blogging until now'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-3532376840706551570</id><published>2008-03-03T09:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:07:21.944-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomity'/><title type='text'>Funny Names...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R8w9uwgTk7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/x8--OlH8B7o/s1600-h/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R8w9uwgTk7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/x8--OlH8B7o/s320/smile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173577945445536690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been saving a list of hillarious names I've found while at work... Some of them I'm only going to put one part of the names just for privacy's sake. - Keep in mind I did not fabricate any of these names :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were their parents thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROBIN ROBINSON &lt;br /&gt;RICHARD RICHARDSON &lt;br /&gt;JOHN JOHNSON &lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL MICHAELSON&lt;br /&gt;SAM SAMUELSON&lt;br /&gt;DAVID DAVIDSON&lt;br /&gt;STEVEN STEPHENSON&lt;br /&gt;ERNEST HEMINGWAY- jk i just threw that in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The only that has an excuse is Robin Robinson who probably married into the name (stinks to be her :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUNNY SOUNDING NAMES THAT I LIKED:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERNESTINE RICHARDSON - Ernestine?? Ha&lt;br /&gt;MUSTAFARD MICHEL - Mustaford?? His nicknames are yellowy goodness and ketchup's wife&lt;br /&gt;SHERRY MATSUYAMA-HOOHULI  - k so her last name is just really long&lt;br /&gt;BARRY ZARZYCZNY - ha i don't even wanna try pronoucing this one&lt;br /&gt;CHUCKWUEMEKA OFFOKANSI - oh foreigners :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K Funny Names cuz they're real words or sound like words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IVONA FIELD - with this first name you have so many possibilities &lt;br /&gt;LONNIE DEAR - Lonnie dear can you get me some milk?&lt;br /&gt;PATRICIA BEASTY - she actually is very skinny and well shaved&lt;br /&gt;SWAN CHENG &lt;br /&gt;Seife Bisrat - Biz Rat! &lt;br /&gt;TIM BEEMAN - sounds like a cool superpower&lt;br /&gt;FRANK HORNYAK - ha ha Horn yak- Horny Yak... so many choices&lt;br /&gt;ROGER SMELLIE - i would legally change my name... Smellie!&lt;br /&gt;William Pee - no comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K my Favorites- read them out loud to understand them fully...WARNING OF SLIGHT VULGARITY--&gt; but it's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STELLA STOCKER - she was awarded employee of the month 17 times at Albertson's&lt;br /&gt;anita berger - I also need one&lt;br /&gt;TRUE BREWSTER - a proud member and spokesperson of the AAA&lt;br /&gt;BOBBI-JO ASSMANN - hee hee hee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a splendid day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R8w75wgTk4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/hKyUfLn-5Rw/s1600-h/monkey.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R8w75wgTk4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/hKyUfLn-5Rw/s320/monkey.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173575935400842114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-3532376840706551570?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/3532376840706551570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=3532376840706551570&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/3532376840706551570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/3532376840706551570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/03/funny-names.html' title='Funny Names...'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R8w9uwgTk7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/x8--OlH8B7o/s72-c/smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-5480800514101307205</id><published>2008-02-22T06:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:07:23.603-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazing  Adventures'/><title type='text'>If you give a mouse a cookie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R77iSEz6EXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/aP5drep-rdg/s1600-h/MouseCookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R77iSEz6EXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/aP5drep-rdg/s320/MouseCookie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169818222424887666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know that "if you give a mouse a cookie" he'll undoubtedly ask for a glass of milk. I mean every mouse that I have given a cookie to has always asked for a glass of milk. Every time! then a napkin then he has to go to the bathroom. Just don't give a mouse a cookie... unless you are ready to get into the whole experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R77lQkz6EYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/meClv3PPvjg/s1600-h/bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R77lQkz6EYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/meClv3PPvjg/s320/bag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169821495189967234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a new mouse/cookie experience has occurred. Heads up- just don't give a CowPie a MacBook Pro. Cuz if you give a CowPie a MacBook, he'll ask for a laptop case. If he asks for a case, undoubtedly he'll ask for a new messenger bag- if you accept he'll ask for one that includes a case. If his laptop doesn't fit in the in-bag case, he'll return the bag. If he does, he just has to get a case- if the case doesn't fit, he'll return it and then start thinking... and you don't want to get a CowPie thinking. Well, this is what resulted from the thinking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R77lr0z6EZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/44_SWX2zQQg/s1600-h/Fullshot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R77lr0z6EZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/44_SWX2zQQg/s200/Fullshot.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169821963341402514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep- I made my own case... well my mom did :D it was made for less than 5 dollars. And in fact, 2 others will come- so that i can change the case up depending on my mood. As you can see we have BATMAN!! A chubby turtle print may be coming... and a case based on my blog background :D Don't give a CowPie a MacBook- unless you what the whole experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-5480800514101307205?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/5480800514101307205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=5480800514101307205&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/5480800514101307205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/5480800514101307205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/02/if-you-give-mouse-cookie.html' title='If you give a mouse a cookie...'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R77iSEz6EXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/aP5drep-rdg/s72-c/MouseCookie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-3418986658998934037</id><published>2008-02-14T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:07:23.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloverfield-- the puke fest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R7rzn0z6EWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DC7HkG3_-gc/s1600-h/cloverfield.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R7rzn0z6EWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DC7HkG3_-gc/s320/cloverfield.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168711387877871970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Cloverfield last Wednesday- and it was really good I thought. The acting drove the movie to success. The thrilling story line made it impossible for the needless "stop and chatting," which I hate in action. I really believed like I was in the movie- in fact, it wasn't like some lame spin off of Godzilla, but a superb movie entirely- BUT.... I can never see it again. The movie is in the point of view of main group of friends on their journey through Manhattan. They have video camera- and i got sick- twice... I spent the whole movie in the alcove walking and not watching and then watching and puking... I now understand why people tell you to lean your head back while you puke-- my head was down and stomach acid poured into my sinuses... yay... so go see it!! it's way good- but don't if you get motion sick from home videos :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-3418986658998934037?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/3418986658998934037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=3418986658998934037&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/3418986658998934037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/3418986658998934037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/02/cloverfield-puke-fest.html' title='Cloverfield-- the puke fest!'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R7rzn0z6EWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/DC7HkG3_-gc/s72-c/cloverfield.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-106887397245550473</id><published>2008-02-13T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:07:24.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evolution of Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R7NxCEz6EUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/QZcdFGkB120/s1600-h/KIDSSNOW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R7NxCEz6EUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/QZcdFGkB120/s200/KIDSSNOW.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166597477989224770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love snow- and when i was saying how i was excited for snow today, my coworkers all grunted and groaned. Perplexed I enquired "W...w...w... why?" They just glared- i have come to conclusion why adults don't like snow aside from its beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the little ones snow means:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow men&lt;br /&gt;Snow Angels&lt;br /&gt;Snow Ball Fights&lt;br /&gt;Sledding&lt;br /&gt;Christmas and presents&lt;br /&gt;Snow Days!&lt;br /&gt;Skiing/Snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;Snow forts&lt;br /&gt;Hot Coco with Marshmellows&lt;br /&gt;Catching Snowflakes on Tongues&lt;br /&gt;No School for holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the joy of Snow turns into a bleak three months. :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R7NxCUz6EVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/aRKL9nQyE2c/s1600-h/SHOVEL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R7NxCUz6EVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/aRKL9nQyE2c/s200/SHOVEL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166597482284192082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the old ones snow means:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slipping on Ice&lt;br /&gt;Extra Hour for commuting&lt;br /&gt;Accidents&lt;br /&gt;Warming the Car in the Morning&lt;br /&gt;Shoveling the driveway&lt;br /&gt;Even less light&lt;br /&gt;Red Air Alert (what the heck?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;Holiday Bills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a little one and love the snow!! Yay snow!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-106887397245550473?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/106887397245550473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=106887397245550473&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/106887397245550473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/106887397245550473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/02/evolution-of-snow.html' title='Evolution of Snow'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R7NxCEz6EUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/QZcdFGkB120/s72-c/KIDSSNOW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-8685243318155339969</id><published>2008-02-12T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:07:24.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Mac Me!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R7G5R0z6EOI/AAAAAAAAADg/o26HJCBm3OM/s1600-h/macbookpro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R7G5R0z6EOI/AAAAAAAAADg/o26HJCBm3OM/s400/macbookpro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166113963455942882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha guess who's a proud owner of a MacBook Pro! Yep you got it- my little brother Ammon just got a mac and he loves it. He just sits there typing nothing at all because he loves it so. He doesn't do anything at all- just sits and browses and sings while he does it-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay it's me!!! ha ha ha yay!!! yaay!! It's amazing! Just even the charger is cool- it's magnetic so you don't have to worry about tripping over it and pulling your laptop with you- the plug just comes out- no hassle. I still haven't figured out everything, but the more I figure out the more I love it. I love it so much that my beautiful MacBook Pro has filled my empty single life just a little more- sorry potential girls, you have to be pretty amazing to take me away from my new Mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R7G5SEz6EPI/AAAAAAAAADo/uXipYHWlhLQ/s1600-h/macvpc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R7G5SEz6EPI/AAAAAAAAADo/uXipYHWlhLQ/s400/macvpc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166113967750910194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-8685243318155339969?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/8685243318155339969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=8685243318155339969&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/8685243318155339969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/8685243318155339969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/02/someone-mac-me.html' title='Someone Mac Me!!!'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R7G5R0z6EOI/AAAAAAAAADg/o26HJCBm3OM/s72-c/macbookpro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-4666668285027270626</id><published>2008-02-12T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:07:25.071-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts and Effects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complaints'/><title type='text'>A Zit in the Ear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R7G0W0z6EKI/AAAAAAAAADA/m_ERT4-ScKs/s1600-h/ear.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R7G0W0z6EKI/AAAAAAAAADA/m_ERT4-ScKs/s200/ear.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166108551797149858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a zit in my ear. It hurts... and when i put my earphones in, the zit hurts. What a turn of fate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-4666668285027270626?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/4666668285027270626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=4666668285027270626&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/4666668285027270626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/4666668285027270626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/02/zit-in-ear.html' title='A Zit in the Ear'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R7G0W0z6EKI/AAAAAAAAADA/m_ERT4-ScKs/s72-c/ear.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-5244848873558546617</id><published>2008-02-05T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:07:25.571-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomity'/><title type='text'>I'm bringing Sexy back-- i mean Suspenders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R6h8-ED_m9I/AAAAAAAAACo/6UeV16HTWPE/s1600-h/CIMG1915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R6h8-ED_m9I/AAAAAAAAACo/6UeV16HTWPE/s200/CIMG1915.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163514378464500690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While reading this blog, you should imagine the song "I'm bringing Sexy back" but instead of 'sexy' put in 'suspenders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You heard it!! it's true- my latest stylin' that i want to bring to the masses. Does anyone remember like a few years ago when i wanted to spread the casual khaki. You know you wear khakis as versatile as jeans... well... suspenders!!! yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K so for the last like year and a half i've always wanted to reintroduce suspenders. I mean you always see old guys at the temple wearing them- and i'm like heck i like suspenders- i haven't warn them since i was like five so i figured that a resurrgence of suspendersville would be great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R6h8-0D_m-I/AAAAAAAAACw/4DncFn_ymKQ/s1600-h/CIMG1917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R6h8-0D_m-I/AAAAAAAAACw/4DncFn_ymKQ/s200/CIMG1917.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163514391349402594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's some low quality photos of the suspenders!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what set me off the edge was the movie, PS I love You- the Irish dude wears them- and i was like ha now's the perfect time to strike. Every girl will see this movie and will plant a seed of suspenders in their brains... then they see me with suspenders- wonder a bit- but realize that i just look very good with suspenders- bam!! It'll be great... now the key to my suspenders is the belt (as commented by Ms. Baxter). Cuz i know you're suppose to wear suspenders or blet not both- but it look weird... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah and suspenders can snap!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R6h8_kD_m_I/AAAAAAAAAC4/FSV2Bl8kUCA/s1600-h/CIMG1921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R6h8_kD_m_I/AAAAAAAAAC4/FSV2Bl8kUCA/s200/CIMG1921.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163514404234304498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-5244848873558546617?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/5244848873558546617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=5244848873558546617&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/5244848873558546617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/5244848873558546617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-bringing-sexy-back-i-mean-suspenders.html' title='I&apos;m bringing Sexy back-- i mean Suspenders'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R6h8-ED_m9I/AAAAAAAAACo/6UeV16HTWPE/s72-c/CIMG1915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-8198071812537044201</id><published>2008-01-31T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:07:26.491-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazing  Adventures'/><title type='text'>A Sin of the Palate</title><content type='html'>Anyone who knows me know that i hate (beyond belief), depise, loath, even have an irrational fear of... CEREAL!!! yeah, definitely hate it. I seriously haven't eaten cereal in... how many years... well since i was five--&gt; so like 15 years. Well, my friends have tried to get me to eat a piece- i usually freak out and wanna puke... but they win me over with money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was watching the Food Network, and Unwrapped was doing a special on Kashi (a whole grain cereal). Later I remembered my friend Aimee eats Kashi with honey. I love whole grains cuz they just taste better to me. For once in my life i was tempted with cereal. The food of the Crazies... the devil's playmate... the scum between my toes... it had invaded my perfect dislike of "cereal" and turned it into a possibility...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know right- those who know me must be shocked and appalled!! and probably wish they had been there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R6HxxUD_m5I/AAAAAAAAACM/HHdR7clJk7A/s1600-h/cerealbefore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R6HxxUD_m5I/AAAAAAAAACM/HHdR7clJk7A/s200/cerealbefore.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161672477444643730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R6HxyED_m6I/AAAAAAAAACU/BcZSJAw9ZmI/s1600-h/cerealafter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R6HxyED_m6I/AAAAAAAAACU/BcZSJAw9ZmI/s200/cerealafter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161672490329545634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's True... I ate it with honey (thanks Meems) and i like it. I am a fan of whole grain cereals with honey... ahh 15 years of perfection has been compromised by a sin of the Palate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-8198071812537044201?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/8198071812537044201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=8198071812537044201&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/8198071812537044201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/8198071812537044201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/01/sin-of-palate.html' title='A Sin of the Palate'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R6HxxUD_m5I/AAAAAAAAACM/HHdR7clJk7A/s72-c/cerealbefore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-1061726851696984717</id><published>2008-01-31T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:07:27.074-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomity'/><title type='text'>My 10 Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R6Hl0UD_m0I/AAAAAAAAABk/JKhFzQ_shFc/s1600-h/foggy+mountains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R6Hl0UD_m0I/AAAAAAAAABk/JKhFzQ_shFc/s200/foggy+mountains.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161659334844717890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R6Hl00D_m2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/z5eLKHyCdUA/s1600-h/sharpie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R6Hl00D_m2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/z5eLKHyCdUA/s200/sharpie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161659343434652514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 THINGS THAT MAKE ME HAPPY :D    &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;Sharpies                                       &lt;br /&gt;Black and White                                &lt;br /&gt;Large Blankets that can cover you              &lt;br /&gt;Stickey Notes &lt;br /&gt;Girls with their own style&lt;br /&gt;Sleak and Chic&lt;br /&gt;Seamless Conversations&lt;br /&gt;Gourmet Food &lt;br /&gt;Foggy Mountains&lt;br /&gt;Moments of Serendipity &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R6Hl1UD_m3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/5erARh4WCIM/s1600-h/pencil+shavings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R6Hl1UD_m3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/5erARh4WCIM/s200/pencil+shavings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161659352024587122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 I CANNOT STAND:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pencil Shavings&lt;br /&gt;Cereal&lt;br /&gt;Girls who can't walk in High Heels but think they can&lt;br /&gt;Soggy Bread&lt;br /&gt;Boots&lt;br /&gt;Cold Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R6Hl1kD_m4I/AAAAAAAAACE/hF36DaFfZd0/s1600-h/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R6Hl1kD_m4I/AAAAAAAAACE/hF36DaFfZd0/s200/rain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161659356319554434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zits in prominent places&lt;br /&gt;Gold&lt;br /&gt;Shoelaces&lt;br /&gt;People who act like they are smarter than they are&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-1061726851696984717?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/1061726851696984717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=1061726851696984717&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/1061726851696984717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/1061726851696984717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-10-things.html' title='My 10 Things'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R6Hl0UD_m0I/AAAAAAAAABk/JKhFzQ_shFc/s72-c/foggy+mountains.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-9056804767930294128</id><published>2008-01-29T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:07:27.329-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts and Effects'/><title type='text'>Post Mission Stress.... Ugh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R59gCkD_mpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Zh--gXqQTmE/s1600-h/exit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R59gCkD_mpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Zh--gXqQTmE/s320/exit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160949295146310290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R59gC0D_mqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UaAcBfeFH60/s1600-h/youngpro.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R59gC0D_mqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UaAcBfeFH60/s320/youngpro.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160949299441277602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, a resurgence of normal activites are coming back but only change being post mission. From this change of "Missionary" to "Young Professional," I decided to have a thought puke of recent events... please forgive me for the mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work: it's weird now i have to think about money and my future. The mission was just worrying about the people and the work. Now i have to work to provide for school, food, housing, dates, car, mac... which brings up more stress. What car!?!?! gosh i've budgeted 5,000-10,000 also thinking about do i go through a credit union so i can start generating good credit. credit.. do i get a credit card... i mean i can pay for my car in cash if i buy it in september. back to expenses... mac or no mac? isn't that really the question- granted work pays me well, and i can buy it now... but mac or no mac? aren't we all faced with this question. &lt;br /&gt;went to my first dance on saturday with my friend Elisa... met up with some other friends... for the first 15 minutes i froze... i totally didn't think this would ever happen but it did. And it was horrible. I felt awkward, naked... I believe that if you feel awkward, it's because of yourself not anyone else. i then started expressing how i felt in a totally serious way while being myself as people laughed, sympathized, and smiled. Laughing at myself totally loosened me up- and i danced the night away- it was a blast! until i saw Nan- that's just awkward always&lt;br /&gt;School... it took me 5 hours to write a thesis. It wasn't even hard... i remember how to do- it's just the action was just unfamiliar to me. Ahh oh and now i'm planning out what classes to take... Believe me being a Studio Arts Major while preparing for Med School and the MCAT is no easy feat... Oh well, it looks like tough semesters are ahead. &lt;br /&gt;Making new friends... so i'm at home... all my friends are in Provo or on Missions, which leaves me here... alone. I went to Singles ward last week- i didn't know anyone... plus everyone is older (granted there's no one in UT that is 20). I had no desire to talk to anyone/get to know anyone... really just to get out of my comfort zone. I mean last year i had memorized everyone's name in the ward by the end of a week... what was different?!?! Luckily last week, a girl named Brittany Baxter came up to me and started talking. Then invited me to sit by her, and then said she would go to FHE with me. I felt awkward which i hate... so once again i laid myself on the line and started joking around about my situation- everyone thought it was funny... and i found myself being me, which is ultimately what i like... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny and horrible getting back into the swing of things. I keep thinking about how the expression "Learn from the past, and Look to the future," but I like just enjoying the present... so my friends... Learn from the Past, Look to the Future, but Enjoy the Present&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-9056804767930294128?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/9056804767930294128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=9056804767930294128&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/9056804767930294128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/9056804767930294128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/01/post-mission-stress-ugh.html' title='Post Mission Stress.... Ugh...'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A3sI0YHyofw/R59gCkD_mpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Zh--gXqQTmE/s72-c/exit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-4955584912422777141</id><published>2008-01-24T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T09:24:04.581-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazing  Adventures'/><title type='text'>Blogging Saved my Life!!!</title><content type='html'>For the past couple of days, my laptop has been kind of slow especially with the internet. With nowasdays being a high speed everything, I couldn't handle the extra 10 second delay before loading my facebook page or the all so famous BLOG! I decided to do some clean up to try and speed things up by deleteing cookies, history, unused downloads.... you know the works... as well as trying to increase the security a bit on my computer. Well did that all... come back a few hours to check my e-mail... then disaster struck!! The page in which you sign in would load and instantly load again then again then again!!! I was 'wigging out back here!' to say the least.  Well i could figure it could... tried restoring cookies... it took a couple of hours with no luck... Then i went to facebook and saw a comment by Katie Brewer saying she liked my blog. I went to her blog and tried to leave a message but being unable to log in I freaked again!!! then google took me to a page explaining why i couldn't log in... i had somehow blocked all cookies... changed it and everything worked. Thanks Blogger You're my hero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps... next post will have pictures i swear :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-4955584912422777141?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/4955584912422777141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=4955584912422777141&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/4955584912422777141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/4955584912422777141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/01/blogging-saved-my-life.html' title='Blogging Saved my Life!!!'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-3243823693221383372</id><published>2008-01-21T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T09:24:04.581-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazing  Adventures'/><title type='text'>A Forgotten Key</title><content type='html'>I have always had the little idea/philosophy that our lives (mine especially) is full of adventures. They could be small ones on a more minute scale but nevertheless have meaning and make our lives what they are... as such i renamed my blog "Cowpie's Adventure" or i might change it to adventures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me get started with just today. It's Martin Luther King Jr. Day, but i have to work. Well i open the Garage to see a full like huge chunk of snow. More than enough snow to make it a snow day... but the brutal life of accounting waits for no one... not even someone who wants a snow day!!! well the little white escort would in way make it through, so i asked my dad to take me to work. Well, we took the volvo and made it there in time. Then i was like Crap I forgot my office key. Yeah it's an office I share with a lady from Texas. So i didn't think she would be in for a bit and i needed my key. We turn around make it home. I go and get my key and come out to find the volvo trying to back up and then slide and stop.... it was stuck... in our drive way... undug the snow... I mean the snow was thick!! like above my midcalf and a little less than my knee. Also it had fallen as way small ball snow instead of flakes- making it way slick and the consistency of sand... anyways we got it moving but just to have it go a little further and having one of the tires fall off teh driveway into the Reese's side of the yard. Failure...&lt;br /&gt;Took the expedition... menuvered around the frozen in time volvo watching us... mocking us... Dang Volvo I'll get you!! anywhoo now i'm at work with my pants cuffed because they are wet, with my shoes off cuz they are wet, and listening to the White Stripes sing "I just don't know what to do with myself"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-3243823693221383372?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/3243823693221383372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=3243823693221383372&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/3243823693221383372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/3243823693221383372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/01/forgotten-key.html' title='A Forgotten Key'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459756668886618180.post-6710268917136051242</id><published>2008-01-19T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T09:24:04.582-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazing  Adventures'/><title type='text'>Working Saturday</title><content type='html'>I am currently working for the second Saturday in a row.... yep it bites,  but if i was at home i would just be watching the Food Network Channel anyways... this way i actually get money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home last night, i had an epitome. The best people to work long hours are single guys that live alone or with their parents... I mean let's look at the evidence-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject 1 me- no girlfriend, no friends near by, live at my parents--&gt; so i don't mind working overtime or on Saturdays cuz i really wouldn't be doing anything anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject 2 Uncle Pete- he's separated from Aunt Melanie, has no real expenses, lives by himself&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; what do we see... overtime working and on weekends. He gets home later than i do and leaves earlier. Point taken (Sorry uncle pete :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm realizing that making money isn't all cracked up to what I thought it would be. I mean heck- i get paid a bunch and have way cushey benefits, but i have nothing to spend it on... I guess when i get married (in like 4 years) I'll be happy to share it with someone and buy things together. But until then- I'm content working a Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4459756668886618180-6710268917136051242?l=jaromchung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/feeds/6710268917136051242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4459756668886618180&amp;postID=6710268917136051242&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/6710268917136051242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4459756668886618180/posts/default/6710268917136051242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaromchung.blogspot.com/2008/01/working-saturday.html' title='Working Saturday'/><author><name>Jarom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16453440142718434327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
