<?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-7322704031439246818</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:33:21.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 China Research Residency  2009                                浩津中学实地研习团</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the official blog for the Hosford Middle School 8th grade Chinese immersion Research Residency in Suzhou, China. YAY!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322704031439246818/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15878687220968597735</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>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322704031439246818.post-1199950112856553476</id><published>2009-05-01T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T22:38:15.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End Credits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;n&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;d &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;C&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;r&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;e&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;d&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;i&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;t&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Firstly, I would like to thank Kojo, obviously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/SfvM0ZNQzUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/iBgAZqma1lk/s1600-h/apr+608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/SfvM0ZNQzUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/iBgAZqma1lk/s320/apr+608.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331079784414891330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please excuse the random lady to the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The hilarious organizer of this trip and teacher of our class (and still managing to survive), Kojo keeps his upbeat self with his duck voice and *sometimes* bad jokes. Throughout the trip he planned everything well and even let us enjoy our trip, despite all the work we had to finish. (He planned that too. -.-) This trip would definitely only be a dream if he hadn't made everything work out so well. =) The future kids that leave for China are lucky to have him arranging all this, to the delicious group dinners to the exciting surprises. And to think that he brought everyone back in one piece (or rather, twenty-five pieces). Whoo-hoo Kojo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then there's the lovely Posing Group chaperone, Amy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/SfvPIAdZpoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/yJdqikBZ3us/s1600-h/apr+626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/SfvPIAdZpoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/yJdqikBZ3us/s320/apr+626.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331082320392332930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Amy is easily the best group chaperone ever. Even though she's a grownup she doesn't let any fun escape our grasp. She makes even the scariest situations (example: running for the train) seem like little races or parties that we should enjoy rather than rush through, and she encourages us to take our time and breathe in China. Nothing is hopeless when she's around! I was allowed to use her laptop to write the blog entries when we were staying at Scholar's. Also, Amy takes many pictures--at least 100 each day! (Every picture i've used for my blog entries before this one are all taken by her.) And of course, like any mom, she loves to embarrass her kid. Heh heh. We couldn't wish for a better chaperone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Self-explanitory? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/SfvUI9BQOPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/fZ_gv0n4v3Q/s1600-h/ChinesePocky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/SfvUI9BQOPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/fZ_gv0n4v3Q/s320/ChinesePocky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331087834206976242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The one on the far left is mine. ALL MINE MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;LiDa Middle School Students and Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/SfvWpx_dG9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/aWvj0nUuEPE/s1600-h/LiDa+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/SfvWpx_dG9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/aWvj0nUuEPE/s320/LiDa+kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331090597205580754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;LiDa, even in a crucial testing time for all of their students, managed to house every single one of us and take good care of us. Everyone had a story to tell! They let us use and explore their beautiful and very spacious facility, and we made friends and learned more about Chinese culture than we thought we ever would have. I believe we all felt welcome and enjoyed our time in SuZhou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And readers and commenters...THAT'S YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/SfvYdJ3aNyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/a0w2YhZGUWU/s1600-h/apr+604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/SfvYdJ3aNyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/a0w2YhZGUWU/s320/apr+604.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331092579299243810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hehe! Last and anything but least, family and friends and anyone who cared. Especially you commenters, you made me encouraged to keep posting almost everyday, despite how often I complained about how tired I was and sometimes felt obligated. But knowing you guys all read and enjoy what I write, droopy eyelids and sleeping later don't matter at all. Some of you check daily and that makes me feel like everything is worth it. Who knows--with the words of support and excitement that you guys give me, maybe someday I could be a famous blogger or something, haha! Anyways you don't know how special each one of you makes me feel. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I now conclude my side of the CRR 2009 trip. Of course I will still check every so often for comments and stuff, but I don't think I'll need to post any more. (This makes me sad!) Maybe I'll look back on this years and years from now, and maybe you will too.&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, I really hope that next year, for the CRR 2010 trip, that someone else will blog for the people in America, like I did, so I can see what happened to them when I was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to reading a blog that is better than mine next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For now...&lt;br /&gt;~~~Reporter Poh...&lt;br /&gt;...because there's always room for more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322704031439246818-1199950112856553476?l=2009crr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/feeds/1199950112856553476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-credits.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322704031439246818/posts/default/1199950112856553476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322704031439246818/posts/default/1199950112856553476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/2009/05/end-credits.html' title='End Credits'/><author><name>Popo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07424780008080011166</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/_ZBoSao5LnbI/SfvM0ZNQzUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/iBgAZqma1lk/s72-c/apr+608.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322704031439246818.post-2284349518156360385</id><published>2009-05-01T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T21:28:00.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last two days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/SfuomlBOXpI/AAAAAAAAADE/1sUjm4Td0Ws/s1600-h/Class+picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 193px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/SfuomlBOXpI/AAAAAAAAADE/1sUjm4Td0Ws/s320/Class+picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331039964648857234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Class~! Well, at least the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Day --. The last two days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now as I sit at the computer I think back about all of the wonderful memories I share with my friends, who are even closer now because of these two weeks. &lt;/span&gt;Everyone's home safe and sound, and if you didn't hear about the last two days (or possibly just came back to hear my point, or see Amy's awesome pictures), you're at the right place.&lt;br /&gt;We all left LiDa in the morning, after saying goodbye to our lovely homestays and taking a class photo (shown above). Then we saluted their flag with the entire school, and walked a bit before loading ourselves (and our luggage) into a tour bus.&lt;br /&gt;The ride was longer than we thought it would be. We were stuck in rush hour and didn't have much to do except snack on some weird tasting chips (cool cucumber) and Oreos (Oreo knockoffs, at least, which tasted horrible), toss around stuffed animals and poke each other with a big wooden sword (Allen's). Kathleen then found two young friendly truck drivers to wave at, and throughout the time we were in the freeway she and I exchanged ecstatic waves with them. We named the two Spenser and Timothy, and they were really one in a million that would wave back so enthusiastically at crazy little American kids. They didn't even get bored--in fact they looked like they were enjoying themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually we sped up and left them behind, and despite our constant begging to slow down we lost Spenser and Timothy. Sigh~!&lt;br /&gt;Just when we had run out of things to do WE ARRIVED AT THE METROPOLE!&lt;br /&gt;=D YAY!&lt;br /&gt;It was a relief to escape from the bus and into Shanghai's...umm...not very fresh air. But anyway it took awhile to get organized, like each pair of students getting room keys, dropping off our stuff, and girls changed their clothes of course. It was definitely in a much nicer condition than Scholar's Inn. Some rooms were bigger than others, like Emily and Angela's room was teeny and Jet and Maya IH had their own little corridor. Me and Kathleen had a room on the larger side, which was nice.&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after we settled in we left for Floor 0, and met up with Kojo (and other chaperones, of course), who got us excited with a SURPRISE at night he said! (But then again, the last SURPRISE at night he said was a boat ride which most of us fell asleep on because we were so tired. Who knew what Kojo would do?) We went to a nearby chinese restaurant for lunch, and pretty much everyone was eager to eat. The kids got their own banquet room with two tables and a perfect amount of seats, and the food was great. Conversation made the waiting time pass and the tea cool. The only downside was the fact that we couldn't get any clean water without paying and some students left to run across the street for soda and water.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we then walked walked walked to a nearby shopping mall street and got two hours to do whatever we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*after doing whatever we wanted*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all met up at the front of a big building, having gone our separate ways. Kathleen, Clare and I had shaved ice, french fries, gelato, cheesecake, and ice cream all the time that we had, and Kathleen bought a bag of candy worth 100RMB (Antonio did as well, but it didn't seem like he got as much.) Other than that no one really spent much. The clothes were much too expensive and we missed crazy bargaining again.&lt;br /&gt;Back at the Metropole some girls changed again, dropped off a few things and then got back down to meet up with Kojo.&lt;br /&gt;A few students got stuck in the elevator for awhile, and it took some more time before they were rescued. From then on no one really dared use the middle elevator...&lt;br /&gt;...anyway, we all climbed into three taxi vans, with one grownup at least in each car. Pam, the vice principal of Cleveland who recently joined us, was monitoring our taxi van. Let's just say that we talked a lot and a bit too loud, and we kept urging the driver to hurry up a little so we could be ahead of the others. Then we shared memories of elementary school and sang loudly.&lt;br /&gt;(I have a feeling that it was a bit too much for Pam and the driver.)&lt;br /&gt;Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;BUT KOJO'S SURPRISE WAS AN ACROBAT SHOW!&lt;br /&gt;It was absolutely AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;Compliments of our dear Amy, who captured some shots that I can share with you~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIGHLIGHTS OF THE AMAZING SHOW~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/SfuoqaUuKjI/AAAAAAAAADM/T8OIrwS64YA/s1600-h/Climbing+Poles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/SfuoqaUuKjI/AAAAAAAAADM/T8OIrwS64YA/s320/Climbing+Poles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331040030497319474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Those aren't ropes. They're poles, which hurt terribly if you A) jump from each one, B) climb on one without proper equipment, C) aren't holding on with both hands, and D) slide down upside-down.&lt;br /&gt;All of these boy troupe acrobats did the four DO NOTS just listed, and even made it look easy as pie in their performance~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/Sfu8nsserOI/AAAAAAAAADk/hell-ewg-6M/s1600-h/Disturbing....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/Sfu8nsserOI/AAAAAAAAADk/hell-ewg-6M/s320/Disturbing....jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331061974121753826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay. You see those weird things above her head? Since the lighting is strange, you probably didn't know that THOSE ARE HER FEET!!! It's like she dismantled herself, or is one of those rubber people you see in movies. And she looks only around eight too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/Sfu_URTfdCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/z9uK-cGTMRc/s1600-h/Hoops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/Sfu_URTfdCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/z9uK-cGTMRc/s320/Hoops.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331064938886558754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's the boy troupe again, but this time they're tumbling--through hoops! It's difficult, so difficult that the youngest one knocked the hoop over when trying to get through, but we gave him some slack because the rest of the time he was awesome! This is the highest the hoops got stacked. Note the acrobats' cool pose on the sidelines. We have GOT to learn that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/SfvAxWaD3oI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8rFYe-EfOGk/s1600-h/Titanic+Couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/SfvAxWaD3oI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8rFYe-EfOGk/s320/Titanic+Couple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331066537984122498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This was performed when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the Titanic&lt;/span&gt;'s theme song was playing, along with a few clips from the movie. This couple, meanwhile, was dangerously swinging and twirling around on two silk ropes that hung from the ceiling. It was very touching and made everyone gasp at certain points, like when the woman had a rope around her neck that the man was swinging her by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/SfvBn067ddI/AAAAAAAAAEE/DV4skg6W1A8/s1600-h/Bicycle+stunt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/SfvBn067ddI/AAAAAAAAAEE/DV4skg6W1A8/s320/Bicycle+stunt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331067473887983058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This particular biker is underneath a swarm of girls, who just so happen to be experienced trick bikers as well. He can't see anything buried underneath everyone, and each girl is standing on the bike, or on him. It's shocking how they can all stay on so well, even when moving at a decent speed and leaning constantly to the left!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/SfvCPLaTSEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zlgWPqmYe-w/s1600-h/Hat+Pyramid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/SfvCPLaTSEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zlgWPqmYe-w/s320/Hat+Pyramid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331068149940045890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's the boy troupe's last performance and here they are, juggling hats like little rubber balls. They also ran around tossing them like frisbees, and no one even stumbled while they did so. Every single one of them stayed in sync with the rhythm of the music, and each other. If only we could be so organized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/SfvDH46GNEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/O4l2ef-IU_0/s1600-h/BALL+OF+DEATH%21%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/SfvDH46GNEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/O4l2ef-IU_0/s320/BALL+OF+DEATH%21%21%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331069124225676354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Finally, the famed and catchy BALL OF DEATH, a metal sphere cage where a motorcyclist is led in one by one, driving around in circles, side to side, upside down. It's like a nightmare rollercoaster where you'd be lucky if you didn't throw up at the end! Look at the picture and you'll count, 1, 2, 3, 4, FIVE cyclists, and one of them being a girl that wouldn't let the men take the show. She unfurled a cape, a China flag, in the end when she was circling about. It was sooooooooooooooooooo coooooooooooooooooool~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a few of the performances were left out: spinning plates, standing on stacks of spinning chairs, standing on pipes and diabol tossing. I think that was it, aside from the first performance...i forgot that one. But that was the general summary of the entire show, right on your computer screen! Of course to see the TRUE AMAZINGNESS of the group you'd need to go watch them yourself. I believe they are called "Charming Shanghai"!&lt;br /&gt;We all left in vans again, singing all the way back to Metropole hotel. Fortunately we got to sing and all without being yelled at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Next Day...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We headed out for breakfast in the morning, which was continental and very yummy. The fried rice was popular among all of us, and afterwards we got a few hours of free time, because supposedly we were already packed before we ate. During that time it was my last chance to get MANGO MOUSSE POCKY because there isn't any in America!! &gt;&lt; Goodbye, MMP! So we all got on a van and once everyone was in and set to go, we left Metropole and headed for the airport. Except, halfway through the trip the gas line leaked and this weird water stuff started dripping on Clare's head and we had to get out and find a safer bus. And then we got on our first flight, the long one that was going to take eleven hours. We started off a bit late, but by the time we got to the connecting flight we had delayed it by an hour, since we were about half of the plane. Luckily no one was very mad at us, even though we all had to wait for Mitchell who was a victim of the 'random physical check'. Poor guy. &lt;br /&gt;Then we got back and our parents were waiting for us with happy grins and open arms and of course, flashing cameras. =)&lt;br /&gt;And nowww...we're safe and sound~! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sorry if that was a bit sudden. But I still have one more post to get done with and my eyes are already drooping, even though it's only 9:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;It's nice to be home, even though i'm really sleepy right now...must stay awake...to finish up the blog and ohhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;*snore*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~~~Reporter Poh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322704031439246818-2284349518156360385?l=2009crr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/feeds/2284349518156360385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-two-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322704031439246818/posts/default/2284349518156360385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322704031439246818/posts/default/2284349518156360385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-two-days.html' title='The last two days'/><author><name>Popo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07424780008080011166</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/_ZBoSao5LnbI/SfuomlBOXpI/AAAAAAAAADE/1sUjm4Td0Ws/s72-c/Class+picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322704031439246818.post-8070727973567137800</id><published>2009-04-28T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T06:59:52.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gehhhhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;SUPERSHORT tired edition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Day Thirteen. gehhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nothing too special about today. Well there was, but there wasn't too much to say about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But anyway! Yesterday after I posted my entry, Mr and Mrs Shi took me outside into this place where it was really open and it was like a circular stage, and they brought this really big box with fireworks in it. and then Mr Shi ran out into the middle and put it down and lit the firework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thought it was going to be one of those little sprinkly ones, the not-so-exciting ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;IT WAS HUGE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it was like Fourth of July, only I was allowed to be a lot closer this time, and all around us (since we were in a parking lot too), car alarms went off and it was really noisy. And then a police officer came and watched us (to my surprise, he did not tell us to STOP), and even got us a big flashlight so that Mr and Mrs Shi could get the fireworks lit better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A few people stopped and just stared at the big BOOMS in the sky and it made me happy because it was all for *me*! =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And eventually one of the fireworks caught the grass on fire and they had to put the fire out before it caused any damage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yup...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...but NOW for TODAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, gotta make this fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SO first we went to LiDa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today we were supposed to interview people for our science surveys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me Kathleen and Angela were all in the same group and we interviewed 50 students all together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and then we just hung out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like, for the whole day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We got to go shopping and hang out outside and eat countless popsicles and sing songs until we got sick (of the popsicles). And of course the students stared at us a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it was really fun, but if we got to go into the classes and see what the LiDa students were doing i would like that a lot more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then after that we all had a big group picture with everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then we left for the banquet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Only Mrs Shi, who was driving me and Katie took a wrong turn into a one way lane, and we went straight before finding that out and we had to reverse drive a really long way. And then we got stuck and then after that a lot of people got mad and finally we got back on track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The banquet was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We took countless pictures and talked with lots of people and made new friends and ate really good food! But for some reason Mrs Shi was really tired and we had to leave at 7:15, even though the banquet ended at 8:30. i REALLY wanted to stay and got really upset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(I won't blame anybody here.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;**BLAME GOES HERE**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;aaaaaaanyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And that's that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Short and disappointing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well actually it's because i'm talking to Mr and Mrs Shi about my family background and yeah. it's late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Niggght!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~~Reporter Poh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322704031439246818-8070727973567137800?l=2009crr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/feeds/8070727973567137800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/2009/04/gehhhhhhhhhh.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322704031439246818/posts/default/8070727973567137800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322704031439246818/posts/default/8070727973567137800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/2009/04/gehhhhhhhhhh.html' title='gehhhhhhhhhh'/><author><name>Popo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07424780008080011166</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322704031439246818.post-6509171410603900169</id><published>2009-04-27T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T05:25:59.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the funnest day EVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Day 12. the funnest day EVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;First of all I must say today was a blast compared to yesterday, perhaps because I was having a homesick breakdown. &lt;/em&gt;Reading all the comments from people that cared made me cry again, but *ahem* I'm back to myself! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This morning was slow and easy. I had to get up early again, but last night I didn't get good sleep AT ALL. I kept waking up from all the bad dreams I had and forgot about, and Ms. Shi (the mom) and Mr. Shi (the dad. I'll have to get used to this but Dad suggested it would be more polite) were really worried about me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ANYway, at school I got to listen about how my classmates had SOO much fun. Like Kathleen had stingray and snail, Clare ate turtle and had fun at an amusement park, Sean got all these cool gifts from his new homestay...Sigh. Well, just because my weekend wasn't very exciting (well, at least not compared to theirs) doesn't mean that i can't make the rest of the trip better. I just had to look at it from a better point of view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;See, if i did eat stingray and snail I could barf and be sick and that would ruin my trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And if i did go to an amusement park I could get lost forever, and that would ruin my trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;AND if i did get all those cool gifts from my homestay, I wouldn't have room in my suitcase and that would definitely ruin my trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's sorta looking at the bright side, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I did get to go shopping and have tons of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sooooooo, I suppose I am not jealous at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My host family is pretty cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Enough of that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then I had to listen to...oh, never mind. We waited a long while before all the plans were set, and then we all headed out to go to Suzhou Middle School! (which is actually a high school as well.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It wasn't far, and then we all ran up several flights of stairs to get to the top floor. (Kojo cheated and took the elevator, which was just MEAN because we were all panting and tired.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Once we got into room 804 (?), we noticed one side of the room was filled with chinese high school students, who were supposed to be our partners for the day. We all filed into the other side of the room, with nice sofas and stuff and plopped down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Instructions came quickly. Each of us was paired up with a chinese student who was supposed to take us to play for the day. The chinese kids all got to pick who they wanted based on our english and chinese names, gender, and birthday. I got paired with a tall, thin guy named Steven. The first thing he said to me was 'You have to be kidding.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well you see, he got my email and decided that I should have some input on where to go play today, but in the end it was just an introduction email. He told me that he had picked me because he liked the sound of my chinese name, which meant 'quietness and elegance' (please, hold the laughter.)..and since I didn't want him to expect too much of me...I told him I was 300 pounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I guess he believed me until he saw me. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, after a run-around of a small part of the school, we all got in groups and decided what to do first. (Groups weren't assigned, thankfully.) My group was (at least for now) Meghan, Kathleen, Steven (the one with pink hair), and Sean and our chinese partners. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So we set off for basketball (most of our partners were boys, obviously and majority rules) and I stayed out of it, along with two of the chinese partner girls because we weren't wearing the right shoes to play. Sean didn't play either, because he claimed he couldn't. After awhile it was getting boring and predictable, because both Stevens were seemingly the best players on the court. Not only that but Kathleen got knocked over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So the girls (that includes me too) and Sean left to go shopping for little snacks and stuff. Sean and I left our chinese partners to play basketball, and we set off for the streets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well we were looking around for food and stuff, and after being filled with potstickers and bubble tea and popsicles, all the boys caught up with us, and Mitchell and Clayton came too. Steven and Sean left for some reason but Clayton and Mitchell joined us for lunch at a noodle restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*ahem* now here is something personal. I needed to use the bathroom, and so did Kathleen and Meghan and Mitchell. I went first but the women's bathroom had something clogging it (you weren't supposed to throw toilet paper into the toilet. there was a trash can nearby.) so I waited until Mitchell was finished and...umm...used the men's restroom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Heh, heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, and when I was explaining it to Rena (Kathleen's partner) and this other girl (Meghan's partner), my partner Steven was standing right next to us and listening. i didn't know that. So he laughed at me and probably thought I was some sort of a weirdo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...talk about his impression of quiet and elegant right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So once we were all done, we left and hopped into a taxi (or rather, a few taxis) for BIKE RIDING, something i had anticipated for a long time! Yaaaaay!! Me and Mitchell and Kathleen and Steven were all in one taxi, and we were taken to Jin Ji Hu. (Literally, Golden Chicken Lake.) We got there first and then after that we waited for a bit, and then decided to start riding bikes without waiting for them. They were probably nearby anyway, and we could meet up with them later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We rented two double seater bikes, me with Steven and Kathleen with Mitchell. Steven sat up in front, which made me feel comfortable and safe considering he looked like he knew what he was doing and had long legs. Meanwhile Mitchell sat in front of the other bike with Kathleen, and they had LOTS of trouble. Kathleen screamed like it was the end of the world and Mitchell was having a hard time driving straight. He bumped into poles and stuff...Kathleen was having a tantrum while me and Steven were laughing at them. Steven dubbed her as "Kathleen, the girl that screams".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that I got on Steven's phone to try and explain where we were to Meghan so she could meet up with us. When I hung up, Kathleen stole my spot behind Steven, so I got on behind Mitchell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I finally understood why she screamed so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was a frightening, life-threatening experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mitchell was a scary driver. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was yelling so much for my life that nearby people stared and it was SO SCARY! GEH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rena and Meghan eventually found us and i switched bikes right away, getting behind Steven for my dear life's sake and then Meghan got to face death by sitting behind Mitchell. (Meghan's partner went home to change her shoes.) Meghan seemed to be coping better than we had, but she was still making some noise back there. And it was a race between Kathleen and me and our partners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, Clayton and his partner and Mitchell's partner were sitting in this cart-like thing that had two bicycles, and then crashed into our bike. The front tire got messed up and then the dimwits took off with our bike, and Steven and i were stuck with their annoying slow cart-thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then I got left behind when they switched bikes and dropped off the cart-thing, along with Rena. We walked to catch up with all the others and met them, all of them sitting on a rock, eating ice cream that Steven treated them to. He taunted me for a while and then Mitchell got me some ice cream, since he was buying a second one anyway. I am forever grateful, Mitchell~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then we got bored, and Steven, me, Meghan and Kathleen put on life jackets and climbed onto an electric boat, excited to see how fast we could go! Steven drove first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WE WENT SO SLOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was boring. we could WALK faster! Steven got out and let Kathleen steer, and we drove backwards for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't remember how it started but in the end Steven was killing all of us with water and we were yelling in protest and splashing him back. We we got back after ten minutes, it looked like we had fallen into the lake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We were wet and yucky, but it was really fun and we were all laughing despite how uncomfortable we were in wet clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then we had a long time deciding where to go next, and we took a few taxis again to go to Times Square, where i had went already, and went to the arcade. First me and Kathleen went to a little kid playground and sat on a swing where Steven pushed us REALLY high, and then a police officer told us to get off otherwise we might break it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then we ran into the arcade to catch up with everyone else. Most of the time there, we spent our time on a machine that was Deal or No Deal on an arcade machine. It was interesting. We spent our tickets on stickers and an eraser, because it was like Chuck'E Cheese's. It was all we could really buy anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally we all took taxis back. This is the funny part!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay so we were sitting there, and Kathleen told me she had used my hand sanitizer. So i used some, and gave Mitchell some too. I figured Steven would need some too, and then gave him some. He gave me a look that told me he didn't know what it was, so all of us explained that it was something like soap you used to wash your hands. It cleaned it. he rubbed his hands together quizzically and looked unsure, staring at them and then sniffing them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that I saw Kathleen put on some lip gloss, and I had an idea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We gave Steven some lip gloss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He also didn't know what that was. He put it on, again confused, and did as we instructed him to. It had peppermint oil so it was good for your lips. and THEN we told him that maybe he should wipe it off, because it made his lips shiny and it was something only girls really used. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...he told us it felt like he had eaten meat and didn't wash his mouth out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Interesting way to describe lip gloss...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Once we got back to Suzhou Middle School (actually we went across the street and wondered why it looked different, and then Steven told us we were in the wrong building so we had to run back), we went back to room 408 and sat on the sofas again, and talked to everyone about where they had gone and what they had done. (It seemed like we had had the most fun!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then I gave out goodbye hugs (Don't worry Mom, Steven is 18 so nothing will happen) and then we all left with big smilesss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...and Mr Shi just told me that we were going to play with fireworks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yay...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But anyway, today was the BEST day of the TRIP! IT WAS THE BESTEST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~~Reporter Pohhhhhhhhh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322704031439246818-6509171410603900169?l=2009crr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/feeds/6509171410603900169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/2009/04/funnest-day-ever.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322704031439246818/posts/default/6509171410603900169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322704031439246818/posts/default/6509171410603900169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/2009/04/funnest-day-ever.html' title='the funnest day EVER'/><author><name>Popo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07424780008080011166</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-7322704031439246818.post-4952194222628651337</id><published>2009-04-26T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T02:40:51.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of home?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Weekend Edition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Day Eleven. Thinking of home?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today wasn't as eventful as yesterday. &lt;/em&gt;It was somewhat more of a laid-back Sunday, which i needed...now i'll give you the regular three chances to escape this wad of boringness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, so you can't blame me. ^^ Trust me, this will make you fall asleep a lot faster than yesterday's post would.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...so today i got to 'sleep-in' again, until nine. I had breakfast and then got ready to go to TaiHu, a famous lake in Suzhou that was its source for a lot of things and lifestyles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Once the dad was ready, me, Katie, and him left for TaiHu. (the mom had work to do.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it was about an hour's drive to a smaller, isolated village that seemed much more primative than where i had been staying. We stopped and came out of the car, in front of a fancy but empty hotel, right in front of the lake where we had a great view of everything, that is, until the sun made us squint. At least me. i forgot my sunglasses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after a few pictures, the dad offered me some jerky, which i took happily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The jerky reminded me of Josh (my little brother) because whenever we went on walks or bike rides, he'd take some snacks, most often he'd take some jerky. And of course, because he's so nice he'd share some with everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then after that, we went back into the dad's car and took us to a small restaurant, where it was quiet, almost empty, and somewhat dirty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This reminded me of my dad, because he always knew the best places to go and never let the battered condition of places bother him. Dad never judged much by looks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Inside, the dad kept speaking English to me, which made me kind of annoyed because he said it so loudly. It was like he wanted everyone around me to know I was a foreigner! It wasn't like i couldn't understand any chinese. But eventually the owner of the restaurant asked, "Is she a foreigner?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Yes," the dad said. "from america."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And there was some murmuring, and the man exclaimed, "but she's chinese! She's from AMERICA?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not like i wasn't used to hearing that a lot. it made me remember what happened yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Happened Yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Actors: Alex, Clare, (homestay) mom, Employee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scene: In a busy mall, Alex is trying on a white jacket in front of the mirror. Clare is standing by and looking around, mom is watching Alex, Employee is standing by.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red is for chinese. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Blue is for English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex: *&lt;/strong&gt;turns around in front of the mirror* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Clare, how does this look?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clare: &lt;/strong&gt;*nods* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's cute. I like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Employee: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hmm? Why are you speaking so much English?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mom: &lt;/strong&gt;*laughs* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They're both from America.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Employee: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Huh?! Well why is she Chinese?? She can't be. i was wondering why she was speaking such fluent English! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;leans in and stares awhile at Alex*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex: &lt;/strong&gt;*squirms uncomfortably, isn't sure what to do*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mom: &lt;/strong&gt;(to &lt;em&gt;Employee&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*laughs again* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stop staring! it's rude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And that is what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, I sat down and we waited for a little bit while i played Tetris on Katie's cell phone, and after that the food came. it was REALLY good! Except the strange fish, i liked the other two dishes: eggs with silver fish (little ones, like anchovies but much tastier) and this vegetable that I had never had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Predictably, this reminded me of my mom. I missed her good cooking and laughter and all the fun jokes we have. And even the food, which I knew she could make better if she knew the recipe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Halfway through the meal, the dad left to do some grocery shopping, and here all the vegetables were farm-fresh and sold by the farmers themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This makes me think of Grandma, who, despite her old age and physical hardships, sometimes went shopping for food that she knew we all liked and would happily snarf down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After I moved on to my second bowl of rice, a German Shepherd, skinny and desperate-looking, passed by, but not before staring at us longingly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This made me think of Julia, and her love of dogs, specifically German Shepherds. If she were there she would have made a comment on how bad she felt for the dog, and how she wished she could feed it (and possibly she'd walk over and feed it something). Caring much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Once I had finished, i leaned back in my chair and waited for the dad to finish up the fish. meanwhile there was a grandpa, holding a baby girl, who was crying. The grandpa yelled at the girl and spanked her several times to get her to stop crying. (how's that for getting a baby to stop screaming?) Naturally she stopped. Just kidding, she cried louder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rachel, definitely. Rachel would know how to make the baby girl stop crying instantly, just by holding her the perfect way that she knew how. the baby needed Rachel!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*sigggh* just writing all this makes me tear up. Oh gosh, now everything is blurry. I'm serious. UGH! Um, hang on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, i'm back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...anyway. I was and still am thinking of home. Not that i want to go back and face tests and homework, but really it's just the people i miss, that could be sharing all this fun i'm having and make it even more fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, other than that, we just drove around and rode our bikes for less than a few minutes. and now i'm back at home, writing an early post just because there's nothing else to do and no one free enough to talk to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*sigh* I'll get over the homesickness tomorrow, don't worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and really, i DO appreciate everyone's comments and emails to me. It makes me feel better and closer to home. I wish I could give you all hugs right now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, don't say i didn't warn you. I told you this wasn't going to be good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;with that said, shoot me an email sometime. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I LOVE YOU ALL!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~~Reporter...*sniff*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just Alex. Alex, okay? At least until tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322704031439246818-4952194222628651337?l=2009crr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/feeds/4952194222628651337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/2009/04/thinking-of-home.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322704031439246818/posts/default/4952194222628651337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322704031439246818/posts/default/4952194222628651337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/2009/04/thinking-of-home.html' title='Thinking of home?!'/><author><name>Popo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07424780008080011166</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322704031439246818.post-3461995446998763971</id><published>2009-04-25T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T07:26:24.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shortstuff!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Weekend Edition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Day Ten. Shortstuff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's the weekend, and so, this and tomorrow's post will be about specifically what I am doing. I wish I could get ahold of what everyone else was doing, but it would be stalker-like and straaange...and since it's late and i have a toothbrush in my mouth, I can't talk for long. I will make this brief and painless, with barely any descriptions for time's sake, and your sanity. Please don't give this blog entry high expectations, because it's about, well, me. And if y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ou're not interested in me, you can stop reading...NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, i gave you three chances. This means you are willing to put up with me, no matter how boring my day may sound. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This morning, I got to 'sleep-in' until eight. Then I had to get out of bed (my homestay mom had already patiently called me several times, and I didn't want to get her upset) and get ready, because we were going to have breakfast! Only, we weren't going to have it at 'home' like we normally did. We were going to go to have it at a restaurant!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(I barely eat breakfast out, so it was surprising.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, me and Katie and the mom all walked to the nearby mall, and it was quiet and barely awake, just like me. We ordered noodles, ate them, all that. They were actually REALLY good. Credits to the mom for her good choice of restaurant!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now that I was all filled up, we went back and I got to use the computer, do some stuff, and then me and the mom were headed out again, and walked to the nearby mall (another nearby mall), that had just opened today! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Once we got there, I had some free bread samples and waited for Clare to come (we had made arrangements) and pretty soon it was just me, Clare, and Clare's very stylish 'mom' in the mall. We looked around for awhile (and i mean AWHILE) and it took some time before we could actually get used to the big numbers on the price tags on the clothes we saw. This was the first time we had actually looked at the price tags before we tried the clothes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It took some time before we found some clothes that would be worth it, and plus there was this really cool sale: "Buy 100, get 100!" It's not as bad as it sounds, really. it's just that if you spend 100yuan, they'll give you 100yuan on a card to spend! So it's like an instant rewards card. =D So sophisticated! Clare's 'mom' followed us everywhere (she was very very nice) and wrote down everything that we wanted to buy, because the shopping/paying method was very complicated here. But we didn't know that yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, around noon we took a break from trying on clothes and Clare's 'mom' drove us to a restaurant called MeiMei. (sounds familiar, right Julia?) We went in and had lunch with pink-haired Steven, who seemed surprised to see us. The meal was very fancy, just like the restaurant's amazing interior design. We actually ate lunch with the interior designer. Talk about good connections!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We all chatted away, then Steven left, then we finished our meal with mango pudding, and then we were headed back to the mall again! Whee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Once we got back, Clare's 'mom' started explaining the method that this mall used to pay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So first, you'd write down everything you want on separate papers for each store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then you'd go to a cashier and pay for everything BEFORE you got it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They'd give you a receipt and a rewards card with the money you spent rounded down by hundreds. (Say if you spent 375yuan, this sale lets you get 300yuan back on your rewards card so you can spend that too!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then you'd stop by each store and show them the receipt, and they'll get your clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Simple as that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Actually it's a lot more complicated than America, but after all the paying is done, you just need to pick up your clothes, and that's all just lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But we had a hard time spending our rewards card's money (which we split evenly in half), because a lot of the things we wanted weren't participating in the event. Still, Clare's 'mom' was patiently helping us and suggesting things and showing us some clothes we might like, which i think was very nice of her! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But when we managed, our legs and feet were aching from all the rounds we had taken on the exact same floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*sigh* the pain of shopping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After all that, we went down and had some DQ sundaes, and then my homestay mom came to pick me up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THIS IS THE FUN PART!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She was going to take me home, but we weren't going to walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nope! She had a MOTORCYCLE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In China, the motorcycles are quieter and smoother, and of course there's a passenger seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well I GOT TO SIT IN THE BACK AND IT WAS SO FUNNN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Except the painful bumps at the end, it was definitely something i'd want to try again soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then, i sat on my bed and finished a large mound of homework, and we had dinner, and THEN we were back outside, and everyone, all four of us went into the car, and the dad drove us to Times Square.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Over here we looked around a bit (I didn't want to shop. I saw all the exact same stores in the department store and i started to feel sick =P) and it was really pretty, with all the lights on bridges and buildings and EVERYWHERE. The dad pointed out a big long ceiling overhead, and i finally noticed how many people there were, at 8:30 at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What was going on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then a huge flash came from the ceiling above us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;IT WAS A GINORMOUS SCREEN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everyone gasped and craned their necks up to look, and after a few advertisements there were a series of lovely clips picturing Suzhou, and then after that it went black. Well, ten minutes of enjoyment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And just as everyone started to head back, the screen lit up again and revealed UFOs...?! and then aliens playing pool with the planets. man, it was nuts. Then the screen went black again, and lit up, showing ads once more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally we left, and so did the huge crowd that formed to watch. We then went back into the car, and I closed my eyes for a lovely nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(wasn't that totally short? looking at how short it is makes me feel bad...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~~Reporter Poh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322704031439246818-3461995446998763971?l=2009crr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/feeds/3461995446998763971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/2009/04/shortstuff.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322704031439246818/posts/default/3461995446998763971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322704031439246818/posts/default/3461995446998763971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/2009/04/shortstuff.html' title='Shortstuff!'/><author><name>Popo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07424780008080011166</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-7322704031439246818.post-7617066681965617812</id><published>2009-04-24T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T18:48:53.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all my fault</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Liu Family Explorations 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Day Nine. It's all my fault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sigh. Well, this is the very last episode of LFE, because the group will no longer have any field studies after this one. the best one, or the one that sounds most exciting. SHANGHAI. the LAST one. And today, it just so happens to be all my fault! &gt;&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This morning we all got up bright and early (the majority of us at 5:30am) and then set off for the train station, meeting up at--where else?--the nearest KFC. We all had umbrellas because it was raining nuts out there, just like Portland. Even though it was raining pretty badly, we were still right on schedule! Anyway, we all set out for the station with our tickets in hand, and breezed through everything. the train ride was smooth and easy, so we figured that Shanghai wouldn't be more than a piece of pie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;DUNDUNDUNNN~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well anyway after that we got off a long bus ride, we were dropped off near a bargaining shopping center. LOVE! Instantly we all went in, but mostly it was because half of us needed to use the bathroom. And for some reason, there was a man that looked like a police officer, just sitting there and holding a baby, telling us with his extremely soft voice that we were supposed to pay to use the bathroom. Not that the fee was much, but considering that I needed to pay someone else money to do my own business is obvious proof that the economy isn't improving much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ANYWAAAAAY. Once we met up with everyone else, we all got carried away by the wonderful stuff they were selling, and Maya and Clare apparently tried to bargain for these rings, from 15yuan to 7yuan. the man was stubborn so i came along and fell in love with the sparkly rings too. (Not that i really wear rings, but who says i can't change for something so glorious?!) So we dragged along the two boys and begged them to bargain for us, but the man was too stuffy to budge. What a meanie! He was in a bargain center and absolutely REFUSED to bargain. (the irony kills me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, we did get a few things and then after that we were on our way through another little bargain center, but we met up with Amy's friend Tom and his little brother! What an extra help. Apparently they knew their way around and heard that Amy was in town. Why not come visit? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With all of us opening up our umbrellas and cowering from the pouring rain, we made it to Kojo's first destination, a bridge. So we stood around, took pictures, and found out a few things about this bridge that made it something more than a zigzaggy bunch of stone all put together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then Kojo's paper told us to go find some food to eat, and the first one he already wanted us to get. Xiao long bao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(ummm...Little something dumplings. Let's call it LSD for short.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tom and his little brother took us to the nearby LSD place for famous LSDs, and there was a long line even in the pouring rain. We all just stood there and got drenched and poked each other with our umbrellas while Amy and Tom and his little brother stood there in line for us. Eventually we found out why the LSDs were so famous. THEY WERE SOOOOOOOOO YUMMY! We all went to sit down on the bench under a roof so we wouldn't get wet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now since these LSDs were so dang good, you wouldn't be surprised to see old homeless lady dumpling beggars coming our way to get ahold of some LSDs. And whaddya know--just as we sat down old homeless lady dumpling beggars came our way to get ahold of some LSDs! After all, we were kids and we might not be able to finish all twelve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well Amy, being Amy, with her motherly instincts and *very* kind heart, just so happened to give one of the old homeless lady dumpling beggars some LSDs, but they still weren't content. So one of them watched us eat intently, and i gotta say i understand now why some people get freaked out when I watch them eat. So we were just eating and Sean found a hair in his food, so he tried pulling it out and then he dropped the remaining four of his LSDs. OH NO! Instantly the old homeless lady dumpling beggar stopped him from picking them up from the floor and said "NO THEY'RE BAD IF THEY FALL ON THE FLOOR" and hurriedly snatched them up and stuffed them into her bag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...Sean went back to buy more, needless to say. We managed to eat LSDs with the old homeless lady dumpling beggar still watching until she left because we each only had two left and obviously we weren't going to give them to her. So she went to bother some other poor fellow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, we went back onto our feet and went to a food court, where we got lunch which was treated to us by Tom and his little brother. it wasn't the best, at least not the ice cream smoothies. But most of us were full (except the grownups and Maya, because Maya couldn't eat LSDs because they had pork inside) so we just sat there until Clayton introduced us to strawberries with sweet stuff wrapped with rice paper on a stick, and we all went outside to get some. (of course i ordered mine without rice paper. Who wants to eat paper when you can eat the good stuff underneath it?) And there's never really a day without at least one accident. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, Sean's Coca-Cola spilled all over his stuff, because apparently it wasn't closed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe it wasn't his fault, but we all needed to help him and today he needs to wash his backpack. *sigh* Actually it was my fault, because I'm the Blamed today. -3- so it was all my fault and I had to say sorry. Groups work in such strange ways...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then Tom and his little brother left us, because we had other things we needed to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Byebye, and thanks, Tom and his little brother! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally we went through this temple and interviewed a few people to finish our Kojowork! And this time there was yet another accident, when I dropped Sean's paper on the floor. Naturally that wouldn't be such a big deal, except the fact that it was raining like Portland and the floor was drenched. Oops. Well that was actually my fault, and I DID apologize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So after that, we roamed the streets of Old Shanghai and looked around for things that might be worth bargaining for. Clothes, little tiny things, stamps, and of course an Asian hat for Clayton, complete with the long queue in the back. (Clayton has been trying to sport the Asian look lately, but we all know he's a poser. =P) I didn't find much personally, but there was this store that i passed that sold 'MAMMOTH TUSKS'. Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, we boarded the bus in the end, and this time I wasn't lucky enough to get a seat so i leaned against Amy. Once we got to the train station (we already had tickets), we looked around because i DEMANDED TO HAVE MY POCKY. In all the little stores there wasn't one bit of Pocky, and I was miserable. Miserable, that is, until Maya bought pizza by the slice and gave me a bite. She missed American food so much, that, she bought another piece. Except that because she bought that other piece, we were late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That was all my fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So we all raaaaaaaaaaaan through the train station and through our stop and ran to the train, and finally went inside. But there was only one problem...we needed to be in car 16 and we entered car 4. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With the train about to leave any moment, we all started running in the opposite direction, hoping to get to car 16 in time. We certainly didn't expect a wall blocking us from going to car 9. So, panting for breath, we all ran out of the train and as fast as we could, and went back in through...car 12, I think. Now we were completely at the mercy of the train. We kept running between the aisles, ignoring awkward stares, until we got to car 15. YES! WE WERE ALMOST THERE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Um, there was a wall blocking us to car 16. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Great. Well, there was only two minutes left until the train left, but none of us (besides Sean) wanted to risk getting locked out of the train just to get to the right car. We all leaned against the wall at the end of car 15, which had just enough room to fit 5 kids, and there was a door marked 'Train Crew' next to us. Sitting down and pulling out our binders to finish up Kojowork, Amy explained to many confused-looking men why we were just sitting on the floor and looking terribly tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then the Train Crew door beside me opened up, and the man inside was sitting in a chair, also giving us strange looks until I said 'Ni hao', and waved. He smiled. The man was friendly enough, i supposed. Amy explained to him as well why we were just sitting on the floor and doing work, and he said, "Oh! You need to get to car 16?" and he pulled out a key.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, this man was DEFINITELY friendly enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He unlocked the door and let us in to car 16, with us all repeatedly thanking him, with 'XIEXIEXIEXIEXIEXIE' and then plopping down into the seats in the very back, eternally grateful. They even gave us WATER. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And in the end, the whole 'getting us late and running for our lives and through the train' was completely all my fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that concludes the last epic episode of LFE. Please leave comments and feedback, because i can never have enough! It would be lovely. Absolutely lovely!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~~Reporter Poh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322704031439246818-7617066681965617812?l=2009crr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/feeds/7617066681965617812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-all-my-fault.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322704031439246818/posts/default/7617066681965617812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322704031439246818/posts/default/7617066681965617812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-all-my-fault.html' title='It&apos;s all my fault'/><author><name>Popo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07424780008080011166</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322704031439246818.post-6959284362576832243</id><published>2009-04-23T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T05:55:10.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>traditions&amp;signatures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Liu Family Explorations 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Day 8. traditions&amp;amp;signatures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hello and welcome to the third episode of Liu Family Explorations. Thank you to all who are commenting and following faithfully with this sometimes-dull blog, even though i don't have lovely pictures as I would like! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, now enough with the formalities. ON WITH IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So today, my family went to TongLi. Before that though, we all decided on a list of traditions, because our group is the best and totally the coolest like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAMILY TRADITIONS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To always get a popsicle at the beginning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To always cough like Maya does when we pass a nearby smoker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Maya is our secondhand smoke alarm. =P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To always say 'SAN GE~!' when we feel like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(inside joke.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To always save lunch for near last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To always pose in pictures =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, the list will add on and grow over time, i'm pretty sure. Interesting huh? Okay. So like i said, we went to TongLi today, and since we did that we needed to ride a bus to this other bigger bus boarding building place, where we got ahold of a tourist bus that would take us farther away than a normal bus would. This particular bus brought us to somewhere near TongLi, and it was somewhat creepy because there was this STAREY (yes, starey) guy sitting a few rows and he couldn't stop staring. Not that a lot of people don't, but THIS guy was like, O________O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yup. We were so relieved when he got off before we did, and then after that we munched on our signature stuff. Basically, the things that we always brought and pretty much always ate/drank. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Signature' Stuff!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clare&lt;/em&gt;: Juice of some sort, mostly OJ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maya&lt;/em&gt;: Sprite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sean&lt;/em&gt;: Coca Cola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clayton: &lt;/em&gt;Hi-Chew (fruit chews)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alex: &lt;/em&gt;Mango Mousse Pocky!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That should be enough lists to last us awhile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So after THAT we jumped off the bus at the next stop, which was near a normal bus stop that would take us to TongLi. We just sat down while Clare and Amy went to go look at the big board with all the buses on it. Then we heard this really loud karaoke coming from somewhere, and all of us looked around, wondering where it came from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;IT WAS COMING FROM DOWN THE ROAD. A little boy pulling a man on a simple wagon-like thing with a boombox, and the man was &lt;em&gt;singing &lt;/em&gt;with a microphone. Instantly i got up and pretended like I was going to help Clare and Amy look for the right bus, and i heard the karaoke music gradually crawling closer, and Maya, Sean, and Clayton followed me, and most of us hid behind the big board.&lt;br /&gt;Right now the music was REALLY loud, and we hoped that maybe we could disappear behind the board, so that man didn't need to bother us. But we were spotted, and the music got so loud i could feel it breathing down my back. The little boy then appeared behind us, and started tugging on Amy, I think, holding out his little metal bowl and whimpering something that wrenched my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ugh! I hate how little kids can do that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OW I CLAMPED MY FINGER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OWWWWWWWWW!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*screams inwardly*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But anyway, what really made me sad was his sunburnt head. The little kid that was probably six or so probably had nothing to look forward in life and had to tug his dad (presumably) who pretended to be lame (it was like mistaking a horse as a mouse) everyday. We gave him a few little coins and Clayton gave him a fruit chew, and the little boy was on his way again, pulling his dad down the empty road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It sounds like a sad story except the fact that it's actually real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But putting all that sad stuff aside...*throws lists of sad stories into a fire*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We walked down the pretty-much empty streets of TongLi towards the old town, seeing lots of convenience stores and elderly people. (Maya coughed a lot. =P) Finally we got tickets, entered the Old Town, and looked around a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well it was like yesterday, a place with stores scattered everywhere selling the same thing over and over again. (Sean complained afterward about why we girls had to stop at every single shop, even though they all just had the same things.) We bargained some again, and this time we found some skinny white angel hair powdery things, like chinese cotton candy. There were peanuts in the middle, so i didn't take any. (Contrary to popular belief, i am not allergic to peanuts any more. I just don't understand how people can like them. Yuck!) it was fun to watch the lady make. She had this taffy stuff, and she stretched it and stretched it and stretched it, from this fat taffy size to spaghetti noodles to thinner than hair! IT WAS AMAZING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We were also supposed to eat pig thighs/muscles? (Kinda tasted like rock-hard pork.) and this little cake thing, biscuit thing...(meh.) and SMELLY TOFU! (ehhh. was okay...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I'll get to that later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We bargained some more, found an AH-DORABLE KITTEN that Sean had a fun time playing with, and then we went into this little museum place where it was basically empty and quiet and looked like all the other old chinese buildings we were in. We interviewed people too, but they were hard to keep on-task. We left as fast as we could. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally we had lunch in a tall tea house, where we ordered food that wasNOTvery good at all. My curry was too salty and the tofu wasn't as smelly as it was supposed to be. I didn't like the tofu much but i figured if i went to a better place and had it there, I would probably love it. Who doesn't like deep-fried tofu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the end we got more popsicles and hopped on our tour bus, and then a normal bus, and ran into two other groups (Pam's and Woody's) and had a lovely walk back with all of them. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The end!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~~Reporter Poh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322704031439246818-6959284362576832243?l=2009crr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/feeds/6959284362576832243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/2009/04/traditions.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322704031439246818/posts/default/6959284362576832243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322704031439246818/posts/default/6959284362576832243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/2009/04/traditions.html' title='traditions&amp;signatures'/><author><name>Popo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07424780008080011166</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-7322704031439246818.post-168684753864462239</id><published>2009-04-22T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T05:07:27.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the MONK CHASE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Liu Family Explorations 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Day Seven. the MONK CHASE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today in our second episode of LFE (Liu Family Explorations, which i forgot to introduce yesterday. Basically it's just our family's field studies), we went to HanShanSi, a buddhist temple. Let me explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So today, bright and ready as we were, our family was scheduled to leave last (at 9:30am). we took an early start and headed to the bank where we exchanged some more money (which we would need). (Of course we didn't forget our regular morning popsicle.) We then asked directions to the nearest bus stop and headed there, and then we searched on the big board for the stop that would take us to another stop which would take us to HanShanSi. (we followed these directions diligently.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We walked awhile, as usual, until our feet started to hurt again, and then we made it to a gate that showed we were on the right track. A sign confirmed this and our spirits were relit. To our surprise, scattered all around the temple was a bunch of little stores with loud shopkeepers and people yelling back at them. What were they doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bargaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Instantly we got into our shopping mood and explored a bit, with Clayton already spending some on a string of beads (commonly seen on monks) and Clare and Maya being interested in little peeing monk figurines. All you had to do was pour water on their heads, and as their name suggest, they'd pee. (Very amusing.) Before we started buying more, however, our consciences took over and we dragged ourselves towards the temple entrance, where we purchased tickets and then asked a woman to help us with some of our questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just like yesterday's police officer guide, this lady did help, but of course she costed a lot of time because she kept laughing at just how stupid we were. (I thanked her through gritted teeth and wanted to cackle maniacally at something she wasn't very good at, but i never got a chance.) A few monks passed us by and we all pointed. "Look MONKS!" Then we all went into HanShanSi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First we read off Kojo's checklist of stuff to get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kojo's Checklist of Stuff To Get&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;__ a HanShanSi ticket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;__ a HanShanSi map&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;__ some incense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;__ postcards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;__ a picture with a monk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We asked a nice lady where to find some incense, but she looked over our checklist and then warned us that we should find a monk before anything, because monks slept early because they woke up early. (In other words, we didn't have long before all the monks disappeared to bed.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Suddenly something in us snapped awake, and desperately we all ran around searching for any bald-headed guy with a robe. "HERE MONKEY MONKEY!" we called. Everyone tripped over random things and threaded through various crowds that had their hands pressed together and were furiously bobbing their heads up and down. We barely even slowed down when we passed the interesting little incense burning stands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now WHERE were they exactly? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I mean, we found some earlier!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Where are they now?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;COULD THEY BE SLEEPING??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(As we ran around i mentioned that i needed to use the bathroom, but Amy said the monk chase was first priority. I'd need to hold it in for the time being, and I was afraid I'd never get a chance to use the bathroom at this rate.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eventually we ran into a little room, poking our heads in for a brief second before all standing in the doorway and gasping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A MONK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He was a friendly and nice one, which we didn't expect. Monks were mostly quiet and stern we thought. This man answered us willingly and smiled quite a bit, considering he was young and could be out there doing something else with his life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Relieved that most of our work here was done, we left to check out a gift shop and I went to use the bathroom. =) When I came back we had yet another task to do--whack a bell! We paid an entrance fee to this tiny tower, and at the top there was a ball and a long stick you had to hit against it, specifically three times. Each of us did and then left HanShanSi. We had other things to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Outside we hunted for the two things left on Kojo's Checklist of Things To Get: incense and postcards. We asked around and eventually ran into tiny shops that sold them, and got them quickly before looking around some more at the little shops and heading for the next destination, FengQiao, an old bridge. Of course there was also another pestery woman who wanted to be our guide until we finally let her, only when she told us that there would be no extra cost and she needed it for a living. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By now we were starved, and it was about 12. The lady assured us there would be food inside, and when we did go through she talked nonstop about things like the corridor was built using sticky rice between rocks. Of course this was distracting us from our real goal of finding food, and we dismissed her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Looking around there was actually only one place we could eat at, and at the end of its name it said "XiaoChi", meaning 'Little Eat'. WE DIDN'T WANT LITTLE EAT. WE WANTED BIG EAT!! I felt like yelling at the lady guide. She left us there and the only real thing to eat was little patty things that were about the size of my palm! We each bought one and sat down to finish up some Kojowork, discussed some things, and after that we went to the big pot in the center, which was like a wishing well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the middle of the wishing pot was a frog with its mouth wide open, and apparently if you managed to make your coin go in there, you'd have good luck. All of us stood around it and tried our luck with little worthless coins. The only person that managed to make it in the frog's mouth was ME! We all screamed and cheered for joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Soon we were exploring again, and we spotted an archery booth. the boys jumped for the bows and each played twice, with them both winning at least one prize each. Clayton was surprisingly good at it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally we were finished with Kojowork, and we all wanted to escape from the roasting sun. Getting out we asked for directions to the nearest bus stop, walked an amazingly long route, and then took the bus, walked some more, and then took another stop. From there we asked how to get to LiDa, and a man showed us, and then we asked a woman, and she told us we were going the wrong way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*sigh!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We were already late. Kojo wanted us to meet up with him at 3:30. But what were we supposed to do if we couldn't walk fast enough?! after all we didn't even have lunch yet, and we were running as fast as we could. Then we got to a familiar street and Amy led us to delicious potstickers and pork buns and chinese pancakes, which we snarfed down hungrily on the way. Then there was this silver car that drove by us and started honking like crazy. i snapped back, "WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?!" but then the driver rolled down the window and revealed herself as AMY'S HOMESTAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She let us all pile into her little car, with Amy in front and five little kids in the back. We squeezed in and out, and she dropped us off in front of LiDa, where we gasped for air (and relief). We were late, but better late than never!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~~Reporter Poh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322704031439246818-168684753864462239?l=2009crr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/feeds/168684753864462239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/2009/04/monk-chase.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322704031439246818/posts/default/168684753864462239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322704031439246818/posts/default/168684753864462239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/2009/04/monk-chase.html' title='the MONK CHASE'/><author><name>Popo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07424780008080011166</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-7322704031439246818.post-1139481724718351671</id><published>2009-04-21T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T04:06:34.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Americanized, like BAM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liu Family Explorations 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Day 6. Americanized, like BAM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING: Viewer discretion is advised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This was just to WARN you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;...that starting this day and to the 29th (I think), I may not have as much interaction with your child. (Or whoever you're here to read about.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You see, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;field studies are all in different order for each family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am only a part of the Liu family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;which consists of me, Clare Simmons, Maya Itkin-Hein, Sean Garland, and Clayton Fujino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Therefore for the next few days, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the families will be separated from each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Understand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So you may not get to read about how your child is doing. (Or whoever you're here to read about), unless he/she is in my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sorry about that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hopefully you still want to read about *ME*! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;On with it, already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Excuse the random title. You'll get it later. &lt;/em&gt;This morning was like school, getting up extra early to have breakfast and brushing teeth and washing face. Breakfast was porridge, which I am glad to say Maya had for the first time today, and enjoyed it very much. I got my backpack ready and all the lovely stuff, and waited for the dad to get ready. Except the fact that it wasn't me going to school: It was my homestay, Katie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Katie is your typical Chinese kid; loaded with homework, is somewhat quiet. More talkative at home than anywhere else. Her parents are pretty normal too--the mom's a housewife and engineer, while her dad is an english university teacher. (Lucky me!) We communicate well, and today I was told during dinner that they think I am a good influence on Katie...supposedly I am polite. ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aaaaaanyway, we went to LiDa and got there just in time, and I entered the classroom, thankfully living to tell the story of my homestay. Everyone else did too. Apparently some people live in mansions, some with eight floors...I felt jealous but then again, at least I talk to my homestay. Most students talk to them as little as they can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My family planned out the way we'd take to get to the Suzhou Garden carefully on a map, and then we were off! But then our respect stopped us just as we got out of the classroom. the national song was playing, and the entire school saluted the flag. Might as well...we saluted, watched the school run around in their morning laps, and then started for our great journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our Journey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We walked far (not before getting a popsicle for each of us) and started for the bus stop, after asking for some directions. We walked, feeling the cold morning air, and then after another bus ride, we made it to somewhere familiar, like somewhere we had been to on the Great Race. (Forgot what it was called though.) Then we got a good deal on a rickshaw (5 yuan each) to take us to the Suzhou Garden, so we boarded into three. I was so excited!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then...they realized. "Oh. the road is longer than we thought. Get off." And we did, me being very upset and wanting to kick the tires off of their sorry little bikes. We walked, walked walked...until we got to a place that we remembered again, bought more popsicles, and then found the Suzhou Garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The entrance fee was expensive, and there was a pestery man that wanted to be our guide but we refused. Once we got in we looked around (it was really pretty. LanSu Yuan, or Portland Classical Garden, would turn away in shame. And shrivel to nothingness), looked around some more, and then sat down to do Kojo's worksheet. it's funny how Chinese people are, really. I sat down to start my work on a step, and then a young man stopped to peer over my shoulder, and once he did his friends did too. They helped me with my work and it made me happy. Amy told us to ask people too, but people here are so curious about tourists i think it's cute. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then with all our work behind us, our family ran amok in garden, climbing rocks and running around to random unexplored places. the rocks were the best, and there were so many little pagodas and archways and tall green trees. it was really beautiful, if a little too peaceful for my taste. When we finally managed to get out of the Garden (yes, we got lost in all its splendor), we looked around at their stores, then sat down and interviewed people for more Kojo 'class'work. Again, I sat down on a step, and once more a man came, then another, then a couple, and finally a small crowd that was bigger than the last group of friends. It was overwhelming!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We then found reasonably priced rickshaws, and headed for the museums we were supposed to head to, got all the information from a fussy guide that looked like a police officer and a group of opera-learning women. Then we walked onto a road, PingJiangLu, which looked tired and empty. We interviewed more people, and by this time it was around two. Since we needed to get back to LiDa by four, we were tight on time. Even though we had everything done, our stomachs were screaming at us for LUNCH. We were so caught up in work, we were starving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We got directions and stumbled, hungry and melting undetr the hot sun, towards a restaurant we all wanted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally. We made it, and we like JUMPED for joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;KFC!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now's the time you say aloud,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMERICANIZED. LIKE BAM. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Stuffing ourselves to the brim, we boarded a bus back to the school, walked some more, and then made it to the school, meeting up with Bacon's group, and then gradually the other groups started filing in. It seemed like once everyone met up again and started talking away and joking like always, we had to start going back to our 'homes' again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We hugged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We whimpered, "I'LL MISS YOU" countless times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then we left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have a feeling this will become a routine soon enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~~Reporter Poh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322704031439246818-1139481724718351671?l=2009crr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/feeds/1139481724718351671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/2009/04/americanized-like-bam.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322704031439246818/posts/default/1139481724718351671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322704031439246818/posts/default/1139481724718351671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/2009/04/americanized-like-bam.html' title='Americanized, like BAM.'/><author><name>Popo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07424780008080011166</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-7322704031439246818.post-3252965464091516110</id><published>2009-04-20T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T04:07:25.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From your not-so-everyday perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Day 5. From your not-so-everyday perspective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We get so many of them each day. &lt;/em&gt;Not like that changes our schedule. So let's get on with it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Directions to be a Hosford kid on April 20th, 2009!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Jump out of bed. Brush teeth. (Shower if you didn't last night.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***WEAR HOSFORD T-SHIRT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Finish packing your stuff. (All of it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Lug your suitcase down the stairs. (Or take the elevator.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Snarf down breakfast (like there's no tomorrow)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Wait in the lobby for those slowpokes who haven't finished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Get ready! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. Get set!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. GO drag your suitcase (and yourself) all the way down to LiDa Middle School~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now let's see. As the greatest first impression, we seemed to have arrived early. So we wait and wait and wait until--what? Oh. We were supposed to come in through the other gate? no wonder no one was taking us inside! Okay. We drop our stuff off in a classroom that has a bright yellow banner, and the words in red paint, "Welcome Horsford Middle School from USA!" (No, that was not just a typo.) Then we head for our class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's an art room with tons of desks...OH! QUICKSNAGASEATBYYOURBUDDIES! Good. You managed not to get left out. Huh? An innocent looking box in front of you, and paint? There's a clay mask inside the box...I wonder what we're doing? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hmm. There's a powerpoint that tells us about opera masks...we can't have anything to do with this, can we? Now she's explainig what all the colors mean...this is so irrelevant...OHHH! I GET IT! We have to PAINT the masks!!! Ha! I'm genius. So we all do that, and most of them look like masterpieces. *stifles a cough* And then we use this funky smelling spray stuff that dries it, like varnish and makes it all shiny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay. next class...It's a big room with mirrors and tons of stools and clothes on the stools and papers on the clothes. How odd. Once we sit down we notice pretty fans and start to experiment on them! And just then, the class begins...we have to sit down and learn a song. We watch an video of two women dancing and singing and stuff...and shortly after we're expected to look at a paper with numbers and understand exactly what those weird symbols mean. Hmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After we all struggle with singing, we put on longsleeve silk shirt things and try to mirror the teacher's movements and trip (well at least i did). We struggle with all of that too. Even opening the fan, which has a specific way. Ugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then lunch. We're still isolated from the kids, although we do poke our heads out the window and wave. Most of the time we get weirded-out stares, but occasionally we get a sweet little smile or a wave back. For lunch we have rice and chicken and hashbrowns and veggies. Yummy!!! And then we run outside. Students from Hosford (wearing black t-shirts) face off on soccer against the Asians, with Kojo at their side. Meanwhile we cheer and scream for our team, and we also spot out some kids that visited Hosford just a few months ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then we went back inside. We waited and then after that we had a kung-fu class in the gym, which was basically just a 'follow-me' session with a routine that we had to memorize. So was the yoga class after that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay. Then we got separated into homestays and slowly but surely people melted away from our group...i felt like i was going to cry! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll talk more about my homestay tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Someone wants to use the computer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Goonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~~Reporter Poh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322704031439246818-3252965464091516110?l=2009crr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/feeds/3252965464091516110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/2009/04/from-your-not-so-everyday-perspective.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322704031439246818/posts/default/3252965464091516110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322704031439246818/posts/default/3252965464091516110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/2009/04/from-your-not-so-everyday-perspective.html' title='From your not-so-everyday perspective'/><author><name>Popo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07424780008080011166</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-7322704031439246818.post-846095815903468763</id><published>2009-04-19T08:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T09:34:38.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Tonio's Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/SetJhVF3mgI/AAAAAAAAACE/bav5DOPZnxo/s1600-h/P1000565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326431821242014210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/SetJhVF3mgI/AAAAAAAAACE/bav5DOPZnxo/s320/P1000565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh...It was raining like nuts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Day 4. Tonio's Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today I'm not very tired for some reason, so i'll write more for your enjoyment! =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Truthfully, today was all Portland-style. &lt;/em&gt;Of all the days too--Antonio's fourteenth birthday! (But I'll get to the details later.) First of all, right after breakfast we hopped onto a private bus and rode a few hours to HangZhou. We sang a horribly off-key Happy Birthday to You in Chinese, then English, and Kojo then had the 'Zoo version' solo. Antonio was optimistic enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dropped off in front of a large hiking area in the rain, we walked so much, as in hiked up a hill (that reeked of horse poo) and tons of stairs to get to a Daoist monastery. Everyone complained. But then, we got lunch. Yum, lunch! Noodles for everyone~! We were all so exhausted and we got inside just as it started to pour buckets of water. Oddly enough Antonio didn't complain that his birthday was dripping and wet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Afterward we went down, which was much easier than going up, except the fact that the rain was coming down harder now. I borrowed Mitchell's umbrella, since he had a raincoat (THANK YOU MITCHELL!!!), prayed that i wouldn't die of hypothermia, and then began our lonnnnng lonnnnnnnnnng walk. We walked so much that water squelched under my feet, and again everyone started to whine. Not all of it was bad though, just most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326432789537454002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/SetKZsRfd7I/AAAAAAAAACc/zGleDkUiVa8/s320/P1000561.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Amy managed to capture a wonderful scenic picture even in the rain; something that only moms can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Walking around XiHu (literally &lt;em&gt;West &lt;/em&gt;Lake), we saw tons of couples and tour buses and people eating corn. It was a big soggy mess. The rain was pouring, we had no idea where we were headed, and it seemed we were going in circles. Our feet hurt and most of us were drenched to the point where we wanted only to go home. Personally I was very upset because we were SUPPOSED to be riding in bikes and having a fun time, but the rain always ruins everything, and we walked. (Dad, you're happy right? ;P) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally we made it to a parking lot, and Kojo rescued us by calling up our bus, and by cutting our trip short. (For once we were happy to agree.) Sadly enough we also had to walk to the bus, so we trudged on. It was a time of celebration when we saw it though, and everyone cheered. Inside we quickly hung up our jackets, took off our shoes and wrung out the rainwater from our socks. Sweaty sock juice, as Antonio called it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326437602053229362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/SetOx0SqizI/AAAAAAAAAC0/oycYsEguXKY/s320/P1000595.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yuck! What an icky, soggy, slippery, soaked mess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Even worse, we waited in the bus for about an hour and a half before Kojo realized WE HAD DRIVEN AROUND THE ENTIRE LAKE IN A CIRCLE! THE BUS DRIVER HAD GOTTEN LOST!! We all wanted to scream and tear our hair off, but it was too wet for us to complain even more. It wasn't going to make things any faster anyway. Most of us managed to pass the time by taking naps and chattering away like we did on the way there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When we got back I jumped into the shower for a few minutes and came back out, surprising myself with one of the fastest showers i had ever taken. But Kojo had warned us not to be late for dinner. All this time, some of us had planned to get Antonio a birthday cake and most of us chipped in. We told him it was going to be a tiny cupcake with a dot on it and Mitchell and I had the job of stalling him while the main planners, Kathleen, Steven and Sean got things running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He wasn't very surprised because everyone talked so loud, but he smiled a lot and we all got delicious cake for dessert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326433098112942354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/SetKrpznwRI/AAAAAAAAACk/z8kVOEwASzA/s320/P1000610.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Antonio and his dangerous knife, ready to cut cake and enter his 14th year in life. Whoo Antonio!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, so now i'm feeling tired and this is the latest i've been up. I'm afraid this will also be the last time that I'll be able to post any pictures, because tomorrow is the day we leave the hotel and go to our homestays. I'm so nervous! =P I'll try to figure a way to work things out, but if I can't then you'll just have to settle with the Slideshow at the top of the page on the right. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU to everyone for faithfully reading this blog and giving me supportive comments! I could never do this without you keeping this alive. I actually didn't want to post today until I read everyone's lovely little notes to me~! I love you all!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(By the way Dad, I like the haircuts here better. =D)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Until next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~~Reporter Poh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326432455458544658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/SetKGPu33BI/AAAAAAAAACU/pM1yTW5AuRM/s320/P1000602.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is Mitchell, who tried to steal my cookie. Bad Mitchell. (Don't worry, his mom gave us permission to do this to him. =P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322704031439246818-846095815903468763?l=2009crr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/feeds/846095815903468763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-tonios-birthday.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322704031439246818/posts/default/846095815903468763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322704031439246818/posts/default/846095815903468763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-tonios-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s Tonio&apos;s Birthday!!'/><author><name>Popo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07424780008080011166</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/_ZBoSao5LnbI/SetJhVF3mgI/AAAAAAAAACE/bav5DOPZnxo/s72-c/P1000565.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322704031439246818.post-5955134502226960287</id><published>2009-04-18T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T07:21:54.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Race part Two.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/SenbuqlF0uI/AAAAAAAAABU/jvKQi9e5s0I/s1600-h/P1000411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326029629092647650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/SenbuqlF0uI/AAAAAAAAABU/jvKQi9e5s0I/s320/P1000411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We LOVE to eattt!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Day Three. Part Two of the Great Race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sleepy. &lt;/em&gt;The day was exciting, but yet...Oh, I'm so tired. I'll make this shorter than yesterday's, but at least i'm here, right? *rubs eyelids and cracks fingers to get ready to write* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ugh. Here I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~~~The Scavenger Hunt~~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the Bus Station:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go to Bus Station South&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ask the teller how much a ticket costs to go to TongLi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the Market:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Find a fruit or veggie barely found in America. What is it? _____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Buy a fruit. What is it?_____ How much did it cost? ______&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ask a Chinese person why they come to the market for shopping. _______&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suzhou...chinatown? .____. (I think that's what it's called kinda...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fill in a chart of the strange things you eat and its name and what it tastes like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the tea store:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What tea do Suzhou people love to drink? ________ How much does it cost? ______&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What kind of snacks can you get at the store? ______, ______, ______&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do people do at the tea store? ______, ______, ______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just like yesterday it was tiring, but we had lost our competitive spirit and decided just to walk and take our time to go wherever, enjoying popsicles and stuff along the way. After all, the real winners were the ones who enjoyed their time the most. We had no reason to rush! Along the way we had some fun experiences like munching on huge pieces of sugarcane, finding the best popsicles ever, or just posing for more of our pictures. As usual it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Suzhou 'Chinatown' was exciting too. All of us kids ran loose in search of lovely little gifts or just food to eat. It was a great time to run free and spend all of our money! We even got a chance to bargain a little, to get a feel of what it was like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(The streets smelled of stinky tofu. Disgusting!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll never forget when Antonio brought me and Clare to a little stand where a man used a caramel-like substance to make cool pictures, determined by a spinner. I spun a peacock, and the man painted, or sort of drizzled that stuff onto a stick and made something like a lollipop. Eventually some others caught on. This is what they looked like~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326035385929387378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/Seng9wd7TXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/pG3sr-pPcEQ/s320/P1000423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Steven's holding a fish, obviously, and Sean has two monkeys. Cute, eh? They didn't taste all that good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But for some of us, the highlight for today was getting HAIRCUTS! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Only seven of us went (see below), not counting our leader Amy and Da Jie Jie, our 'big sister' high school tour guide kinda. There's not much to explain, aside from the usual 'they used scissors and combs and hairdryers and catalogues and shampoo and water'. Still we all came out looking pretty Asian, if i do say so myself. (Emily couldn't decide so she didn't get it cut. Steven got reddish highlights.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;Before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/Sene_Tfyy7I/AAAAAAAAABk/VW55t3ZxTP0/s1600-h/P1000435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326033213489073074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/Sene_Tfyy7I/AAAAAAAAABk/VW55t3ZxTP0/s320/P1000435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;...and AFTER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/SenfKCuHN4I/AAAAAAAAABs/BzbQLpyzaVs/s1600-h/P1000485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326033397964289922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/SenfKCuHN4I/AAAAAAAAABs/BzbQLpyzaVs/s320/P1000485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;With that, i'm off. So tired. -.- Goodnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~~~&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reporter Poh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322704031439246818-5955134502226960287?l=2009crr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/feeds/5955134502226960287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/2009/04/great-race-part-two.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322704031439246818/posts/default/5955134502226960287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322704031439246818/posts/default/5955134502226960287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/2009/04/great-race-part-two.html' title='The Great Race part Two.'/><author><name>Popo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07424780008080011166</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/_ZBoSao5LnbI/SenbuqlF0uI/AAAAAAAAABU/jvKQi9e5s0I/s72-c/P1000411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322704031439246818.post-460597359790944810</id><published>2009-04-17T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T06:36:50.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Race.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/SeiRbojhhMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OEpaReCC_Tc/s1600-h/P1000272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325666463294522562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/SeiRbojhhMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OEpaReCC_Tc/s320/P1000272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hehe! We're called the "Posing Group". We make cool little poses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This was our modeling pose. ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry for the blurriness! Hopefully you can make everyone out okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Day Two. The Great Race~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HELLO! So anyw&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ay! &lt;/em&gt;This morning we got up to a very lovely continental breakfast, with lots of lovely food and lovely company of very lovely people~! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Continental Breakfast consisted of... (the things that stood out to me, at least)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Steamed OJ (boiling hot, for some odd reason)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This sweet bread cake stuff with jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Congee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eggs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Noooooooooooooduls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Muffins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sticky Rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yup! =D I bet you're jealous. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very happy way to begin the day. After that at 9am we went to have a meeting, and met up with four high school kids that were going to be our guides...sorta. Except they weren't really supposed to tell us where to go, only vaguely. And we had a list of things we were supposed to do, like a big scavenger hunt. and there was a big PRIZE AT THE END, Kojo said! (We can't really take his word for it, but it was a challenge.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~The Scavenger Hunt, aka the GREAT RACE!!~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the bank: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Exchange $20 into RMB (chinese currency)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Collect your receipt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take a picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The bank took a long time because out of two booths we could only use one. In the end we were the only group that stayed and all the others went to find another bank. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the bus stop:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sit/Stand in the bus to get to the train station, take a picture in the bus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keep your bus ticket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since it was only 1yuan to travel as far as you wanted on the bus, we used the bus a lot more than we thought we would have. =D And we didn't even get lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the Train Station:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look for a teller&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ask how much the student ticket costs to get to NanJing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ask how much the student ticket costs to get to Shanghai &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since we wanted to be time-saving, our group purchased the tickets for Shanghai beforehand. I believe we leave to go there next Thursday, but every group goes at a different day. After everything, we had to ride a bus all the way back so that we could return them, just because we were supposed to be back at Suzhou at four. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the Market (or store):&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Buy TP (toilet paper)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Buy a pencil/pen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Buy chinese candy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Buy something you can't find in US &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had so much fun doing this! I guess you'd all know why~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the Bookstore:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get a Chinese-English dictionary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Buy a map&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Buy Suzhou postcards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*cough* they ran out of postcards by the time we got there. The bookstore was HUGE! it was four floors and everything was in chinese. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the Silk Museum:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What animal makes silk? *snickers* ___________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What does the animal need to live? ___________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why is the silk white? __________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why is it called "The Silk Road"? ___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**Eat lunch please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Phew. It was hard, but after all this backbreaking work that makes us look like tourists (well, at least the picture taking), here are the RANKINGS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Place: Woody's Group&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third Place: Pam's Group&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second Place: Amy's Group (our group. Aka, the best group overall.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Place....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...BACON!!! =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well we didn't get to find out the prize. So then we just went home and had 2 hours of free time, and yeah! Then we walked to a restaurant by a river and stuffed ourselves full of yummy food. Some people freaked out over the chicken head on the dish. *sigggh* But we had lots of time to social, and then after that we walked past the park and went to Kojo's surprise activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A BOAT RIDE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was very pretty, with lots of lights and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;See? =)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325663042285307970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZBoSao5LnbI/SeiOUgTXiEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QxTsYMmd0cE/s320/P1000334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Compliments to Amy Liu for taking this picture. &lt;3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Most of us fell asleep on the way back because we were so exhausted from all the walking and running. Speaking of exhausted, basically everyone is asleep by now, but here i am trying to fill all you concerned and very lovely parents on all this. *phew* I'm really tired right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm sorry about the very little pictures though, because it stretches out the page, which is really dumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My eyes are drooping...that's it. I'm off...until tomorrowww! I'll try my best to write earlier so I can provide you all with more specific details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love to everyone out there =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330033;"&gt;~~Reporter Poh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322704031439246818-460597359790944810?l=2009crr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/feeds/460597359790944810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/2009/04/great-race.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322704031439246818/posts/default/460597359790944810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322704031439246818/posts/default/460597359790944810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/2009/04/great-race.html' title='The Great Race.'/><author><name>Popo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07424780008080011166</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/_ZBoSao5LnbI/SeiRbojhhMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OEpaReCC_Tc/s72-c/P1000272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322704031439246818.post-2547355619981478740</id><published>2009-04-16T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T05:59:59.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;We're. All. Here. In. CHINA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank goodness&lt;/em&gt; we made it here, after tons of hard work sitting in the plane and scavenging for food in the airport! =) And so after about 15 hours cramped in Air Canada (but thankfully with movies and TV shows) we sat in a bus for 2 more hours and made it &lt;em&gt;to Scholar's Inn, where we are now!! :3 &lt;/em&gt;Nobody got hurt, and there weren't many sidetracks along the way. Hooray! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*Note: I must tell you though, there is only one computer here and we all want to use it. Therefore it may be difficult to respond to emails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. And basically after we settled into our rooms we went to have a lovely chinese dinner that was very good, even though some people thought it was too spicy. We shared lots of lovely stories of being little kids and other things...and now we're all back in our rooms, waiting for the next day's adventures!!! =D YAAAAAAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For your random interest:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Partners for the hotel rooms~!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alexandria and Kathleen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Clare and Meghan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maya IH and Jet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maya Y and Lisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Angela and Emily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isadora and Elizabeth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mitchell and Antonio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Clayton and Kelvin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Steven, Sean, and Allen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Next week I'll try my very best to add pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Until then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Stay tuned~~~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7322704031439246818-2547355619981478740?l=2009crr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/feeds/2547355619981478740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322704031439246818/posts/default/2547355619981478740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7322704031439246818/posts/default/2547355619981478740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2009crr.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally.html' title='FINALLY!'/><author><name>Popo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07424780008080011166</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-7322704031439246818.post-7857887956824484685</id><published>2009-04-07T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:53:58.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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