<?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-218781890984724294</id><updated>2011-08-11T06:41:55.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that matter</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218781890984724294/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13013280727183001682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/ScFpyB7810I/AAAAAAAAADc/50KGlJlwhdk/S220/034.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218781890984724294.post-3953011951410804667</id><published>2010-11-13T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T10:59:08.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An awakening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/TN7cbHWyJcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/eJhSvsP8LDs/s1600/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took this picture a couple weeks ago one day as I was out exploring in the hills. Today as I was uploading these pictures I realized what a great illustration this picture is to what I am experiencing in my life right now. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539107896918056482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/TN7dSOhcniI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Yram3T-bTR0/s320/042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glorious Light! I am discovering the things that matter, the things I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Transformation! I am becoming new, I am being molded, shaped, by experience, by love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awakening! My eyes are being opened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been going through a season in my life where I have experienced some of the darkest days I have ever known. And there was a point where I wasn't sure if I'd ever see light again. But the light is shining, brightly now, leading me forward. And I am thankful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing with light though, is that it makes the darkness obvious. And darkness is powerful. But light is stronger! Light disrupts darkness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh what a journey!&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/218781890984724294-3953011951410804667?l=lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3953011951410804667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218781890984724294&amp;postID=3953011951410804667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218781890984724294/posts/default/3953011951410804667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218781890984724294/posts/default/3953011951410804667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/awakening.html' title='An awakening'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13013280727183001682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/ScFpyB7810I/AAAAAAAAADc/50KGlJlwhdk/S220/034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/TN7dSOhcniI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Yram3T-bTR0/s72-c/042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218781890984724294.post-3629891993111152091</id><published>2008-12-21T06:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T06:52:37.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions of opportunity</title><content type='html'>So as I sit on the eve of a surreal, joyous, saddening day, I find myself filled with questions. Some deep, some not so deep, and some just down right silly. But still my mind is flooded with questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I haven't written in nearly a month, so for that, i must apologize. The last month has been filled with questions. A situation with my job here in Korea arose and I find myself, as we speak, on the eve of my return to the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I going home for good? Am I returning to Korea? What is in store for the future? Those are questions that I don't have answers for. Maybe in the coming days I will find some answers and some peace of mind as I continue to pray and seek the Lord's guidance and direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was Korea a mistake? Was my time here a waste? Did I get any benefit out of my 6 months here? Those are questions that have resounding answers...Clear answers... My time here was an absolute neccessity in the story of my life. My time here has produced in me a benefit that will echo into the coming years. My time here has changed who I am. And although, I am not perfect and mistakes have been made...I find myself a better person in some ways because of the growth that has taken place in my heart in the last 6 months. So my time in Korea, although not what I had planned, has been a benefit and joy in my life in countless ways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relationships I have formed here have changed the way I view love and relationships in general...We were made by God for love. He created us as relational beings, and he desires for our lives to be filled with the joys of relationships. He desires for us to seek out relationships with people and with Him. His love and our knowledge of that love should produce in us an action that is noticable to our world. The people in our lives should be transformed by seeing His image of love in us. And we should be transformed by God's love as we look for the image of God in the love that we receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to my friends I have made here, I want you to know this one thing. I love you all...You have changed me and made me a better person just because of knowing you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this Christmas as we reflect on God's immense love for us, may we be changed and grow in love and we love and receive love from the people God has put into our lives, for such a time as this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218781890984724294-3629891993111152091?l=lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3629891993111152091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218781890984724294&amp;postID=3629891993111152091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218781890984724294/posts/default/3629891993111152091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218781890984724294/posts/default/3629891993111152091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/questions-of-opportunity.html' title='Questions of opportunity'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13013280727183001682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/ScFpyB7810I/AAAAAAAAADc/50KGlJlwhdk/S220/034.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218781890984724294.post-6602768250105779852</id><published>2008-11-27T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T19:20:45.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Well on this Thanksgiving day, I thought I should write a blog about what I am thankful for. Let me preface my list by saying this: Being so far away from home on a holiday like Thanksgiving is harder than I ever thought possible. Thanksgiving is an American holiday, so most people here in Korea have no clue what Thanksgiving even is. As I explain it to my children I am reminded why we celebrate. We celebrate to thank God for all of His many blessings, and to thank Him for bringing us through another year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I thankful for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am thankful for the freedom I have to worship God, the freedom that has been fought so hard for and that is still being fought for this very day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am thankful for the love God has for me and that He never gives up on me despite my constant failures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am thankful for my family. They mean the world to me, and being the world away has helped open my eyes even more to how amazing they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am thankful for my many friends, both old and new. My friends are precious gifts who have impacted my life in countless ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am thankful for the internet. Being so far away is difficult, but the internet helps me stay connected with all the ones that I love so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am thankful for Love and Relationships. As I love others and receive love I find myself a better person because of the people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I am thankful for good food, and even though I haven't had the traditional thanksgiving food today, I anticipate it in the future and look forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I am thankful for pictures, when I haven't seen peoples faces in so long, I look at my pictures and remember the good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I am thankful for God's provision. Whenever I seem to doubt my supply I am reminded that God is ever faithful to provide for my needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I am thankful for sunny days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218781890984724294-6602768250105779852?l=lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6602768250105779852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218781890984724294&amp;postID=6602768250105779852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218781890984724294/posts/default/6602768250105779852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218781890984724294/posts/default/6602768250105779852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13013280727183001682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/ScFpyB7810I/AAAAAAAAADc/50KGlJlwhdk/S220/034.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218781890984724294.post-3143302754050885746</id><published>2008-11-26T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T06:51:52.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My funny students...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/SS1iFimCVqI/AAAAAAAAADU/QsFnAmz1KUw/s1600-h/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272978586045929122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/SS1iFimCVqI/AAAAAAAAADU/QsFnAmz1KUw/s320/8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me Jerry and Jeff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/SS1iE-_cpXI/AAAAAAAAADM/Lbo2qx_s4KE/s1600-h/Photo081126_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272978576488834418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/SS1iE-_cpXI/AAAAAAAAADM/Lbo2qx_s4KE/s320/Photo081126_3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jeff is in front and Jerry is in back...Jeff wants to be a comedian when he grows up...He always makes me laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my middle school students never cease to make me laugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here are a couple stories....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In one class today, one boy wanted to write me a letter. Jeff is his name. So he tore a page out of his book and proceeded to write to me one funny letter....Basically his bad grammar plus his witty remarks made me laugh so hard. one line "you leave me, Oh My God, I cry now" Another line "You must not forget my face, I picture my face" then at the bottom he drew a picture of his face, jerry's face and my face. Then at the very end he said "Jerry is ugly, Jeff is handsome. Don't forget me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In another one of my middle school classes one boy always wants to use swear words. He doesn't always know what they mean, he just thinks they are funny. Anyway i always repremand him and tell him he can't use those words. One phrase he always likes to say really loudly whenever he is upset is "Jesus Christ" And I always tell him, he shouldn't say that that way. But all the other students think he is saying "cheesie crust" so he says "Jesus Christ" and they all scream "cheesie crust" It's so funny.... &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/218781890984724294-3143302754050885746?l=lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3143302754050885746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218781890984724294&amp;postID=3143302754050885746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218781890984724294/posts/default/3143302754050885746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218781890984724294/posts/default/3143302754050885746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-funny-students.html' title='My funny students...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13013280727183001682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/ScFpyB7810I/AAAAAAAAADc/50KGlJlwhdk/S220/034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/SS1iFimCVqI/AAAAAAAAADU/QsFnAmz1KUw/s72-c/8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218781890984724294.post-8761737764919986255</id><published>2008-11-17T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:50:20.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acupuncture, Good friends, and Grown up decisions...</title><content type='html'>Well Another week has come and gone here in Korea, and as it gets colder and colder, and as it approaches the Holiday season I can't help but reflect on where I have been, where I am and where the future might take me... But let me start this blog with a cultural story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend I had my first ever experience with Eastern medicine. I have been having more pain than usual in my leg lately, and a friend of mine has been suggesting that I try acupuncture for some time now. My response to him was always, it won't work, there's no point. But the truth is I have had no knowledge of acupuncture at all in the past. I mean my only opinion of it was why would anyone willingly let anybody stick them with a bunch of needles all at once. it just seemed pointless to me, like there was no way being poked with needles could help anything and would only be horribly painful. We let me just say this, I was wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much avoidance, I decided to try it, I mean, it can't make it worse, right? Well anyway on Saturday I went and I mean this, it felt like nothing. There was no pain whatsoever as he poked me with about 20 needles and left them in for like 20 minutes. I didn't feel anything. It was actually quite peaceful. The experience started with 10 minutes with a heating pad, which I only guess was for relaxation purposes. Then the "doctor" came in and put the needles in, and turned on a infared heating lamp and he told me to close my eyes, and lay there for 20 minutes. They had serene oriental music playing in the background, and as the needles lay stuck out of my leg, I just felt peaceful energy, relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after 20 minutes, the doctors helper lady came in removed the needles, and I got up and got dressed and left. And with my insurance, it cost me about $5. And as for a result, to tell you the truth, it did help a little bit, the pain is a little better. And the weird part is my flexibility in my leg actually improved a little bit as well. It's so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spent the last couple days hanging out with some of the most amazing people I have ever met in my life. I mean, I have had good friends in the past, whom I still love very dearly and I am very thankful for the relationships I have had. But some of the best friends I have ever had are people that I have met since coming to Korea. And I am so lucky to be in the company of the people I am with over here. I feel like my outlook and perspective on life, and relationships, and God has changed so much in the last 5 months. And I am greatful for the new perspectives and the opportunity to see things differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been reflecting a lot on my decisions in life lately. I tend to be the kind of person that does what I am told, and try's to do what other people expect of me. And sometimes that can be ok, but if all of our decisions are based on other peoples expectations than our lives will never be lived for ourselves.And that is not a selfish concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind I have always thought that I have to do what other people want me to because I don't want to be selfish. But the truth is this is my life, and at the end of the day, I am the only one that has to go home with me at night. I can't always be making my decisions based on what other people want me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am learning that it is ok for me to start to grow up and make my own decisions. I think I am realizing that my future can be whatever I want it to be and it doesn't have to be what others expect it to look like. It's my life, and the only expectations I have to look to are God's expectations....There will always be someone to disappoint and I can't always make everyone happy. I can try my best to put selfishness aside, and be compassionate and caring towards other but when it comes to decisions about my life, I am the only one that has to live with those decisions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218781890984724294-8761737764919986255?l=lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8761737764919986255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218781890984724294&amp;postID=8761737764919986255' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218781890984724294/posts/default/8761737764919986255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218781890984724294/posts/default/8761737764919986255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/acupuncture-good-friends-and-grown-up_17.html' title='Acupuncture, Good friends, and Grown up decisions...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13013280727183001682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/ScFpyB7810I/AAAAAAAAADc/50KGlJlwhdk/S220/034.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218781890984724294.post-816331945686305955</id><published>2008-11-05T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T07:39:30.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My students</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/SRG5sSsurUI/AAAAAAAAACc/Na7i7TSGzsw/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265193609957649730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/SRG5sSsurUI/AAAAAAAAACc/Na7i7TSGzsw/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I realized I haven't posted a blog about my students yet so I figured it is about time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First let me tell you a little about my job... In Korea kids not only go to school but before and after school they go to specialized academies where they study individual subjects... There are Math academies, science academies, english academies, chinese academies, music academies, and the list goes on and on forever... The kids spend way too much time studying and have hardly any time for themselves...But thats just the way it is in Korea, I asked one of my youngest students about it and he said "teacher, I get up at 5 am in order to be at chinese academy by 6:30, then i go to school, then I come here to study english at 4pm, and then I go to math academy at 7:30, and then I go to my piano lessons at 9pm, than I come home and eat dinner and do my homework." Then I asked, when do you go to sleep. And he replied, "around 1"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these kids live to study, all in hopes of a better future...Or so their parents wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I teach about 75 of the naughtiest funniest children I have ever met... The range in age from 7-16....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to my former opinion my middle school children are the easiest to deal with...It's my elementary school aged kids that I just can't handle... Before I came here I thought that middle school kids would be harder, but boy was I wrong...I have so much fun in my middle school classes...I love those kids....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my students&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thinks she is shy, but really, she's far from it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265194088259514162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/SRG6IIgx7zI/AAAAAAAAADE/x_A6G16UUuY/s320/6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of my crazy elementary students, he always tells me "teacher I am ADHD"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265194078329398450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/SRG6HjhQZLI/AAAAAAAAACk/nZTQyge3DUs/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is one of my more well behave elementary students, she tells me I am her best friend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265194077482074530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/SRG6HgXPQaI/AAAAAAAAACs/Ccdxb6P8A3g/s320/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are some of my youngest students...The kids are Korean 9...So that would make them 7 or 8 in the US.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265194081690390514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/SRG6HwClD_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/kZdm_8IXhrQ/s320/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And these are some of my elementary students actually studying, who would have thought???&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265194082425689442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/SRG6Hyx41WI/AAAAAAAAAC8/eRzV6DYjLus/s320/5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218781890984724294-816331945686305955?l=lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/816331945686305955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218781890984724294&amp;postID=816331945686305955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218781890984724294/posts/default/816331945686305955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218781890984724294/posts/default/816331945686305955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-students.html' title='My students'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13013280727183001682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/ScFpyB7810I/AAAAAAAAADc/50KGlJlwhdk/S220/034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/SRG5sSsurUI/AAAAAAAAACc/Na7i7TSGzsw/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218781890984724294.post-8913754650687149597</id><published>2008-11-04T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T06:05:53.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking a lot about time the last couple of days. I find it hard to believe that it is already November. Time sure does seem to go by quicker the older you get, it's probably because you have more to do. If you think about it, it makes complete sense. More work= less time; and Less work= more time. So when we were kids and had nothing to do it always seemed like the years dragged on, and now when we don't have many moments to breathe we find ourselves wondering where the time has gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me like just yesterday was last november. I was in SD, in school, studying very hard. And I remember the snow and how cold it was every morning as I got up and walked to class. And now a year later I find myself a world away from that place. At this time last year, I never in a million years would have imagined I would be where I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me think about where I will be next year at this time. I am trying my hardest not to make too many plans because I know they always seem to change, but I can't help but imagine where the next year will take me. Where will I be? What will I be doing? Will I be happy? Will I be the same, or will I be different? I am not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I want to be the best steward possible of the time that God gives me. I have realized lately how short time can be. Our days are fragile, and we are like a vapor, here today and gone tommorow. And who knows when our time will be up? Only God! I am starting to see each day more and more like a gift. There are so many things to do and see, and I want to experience the full potential that lies in from of me. The possibilities in the future are limitless really, and I want to start living in the NOW, in the PRESENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often get consumed in the PAST. Remembering my failures and my mistakes, and I often loose track of time. I want to stop focusing so much on the past because it is already over with and all I have is right NOW... So I might as well start being consumed by the present. And I believe as I start focusing more on the here and now, I will truly realize the possibilities for my future....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see where I will be next year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218781890984724294-8913754650687149597?l=lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8913754650687149597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218781890984724294&amp;postID=8913754650687149597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218781890984724294/posts/default/8913754650687149597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218781890984724294/posts/default/8913754650687149597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13013280727183001682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/ScFpyB7810I/AAAAAAAAADc/50KGlJlwhdk/S220/034.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218781890984724294.post-5475408359220209222</id><published>2008-10-26T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T08:17:46.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October Days</title><content type='html'>Well another week has gone by, and it was a pretty good one... I had a couple of very great experiences this week that I would love to share with you... One of my friends here, Erica, who is here doing a Missionary Associate assignment with the Assemblies of God is preparing to go back to the US this coming week. So I wanted to go spend some time with her. We ended up going to lunch one day this week, with a very wise korean man. He is an international business man and is very involved in Korean politics. Anyway he told us stories about Korean History and Politics and I feel a little smarter and blessed just to have been in his presence. He goes to the church we go to and he couldn't have been better company for that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today I went to an English service at a Korean Church here with a friend of mine. The service was great, and it was wonderful to worship in the presence of Koreans and Foreigners alike... I imagine that is a lot like what heaven will be like one day... Altogether, people from all nations will worship together the King of Kings, our Almighty God... After the service my friend and I along with some of her coworkers went for Korean food, and had a good evening full of great conversation and great company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longer I am here, the more people I meet, and the more I realize how amazing of an experience this really is... Everyday I am learning something new, and meeting new people with different ways of thinking and living. I feel like God is opening my eyes to see more than just my little section of the world that is all I have ever known. There is so much to this world, and I am blessed to be able to experience new things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218781890984724294-5475408359220209222?l=lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5475408359220209222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218781890984724294&amp;postID=5475408359220209222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218781890984724294/posts/default/5475408359220209222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218781890984724294/posts/default/5475408359220209222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-days.html' title='October Days'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13013280727183001682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/ScFpyB7810I/AAAAAAAAADc/50KGlJlwhdk/S220/034.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218781890984724294.post-4957761555332570981</id><published>2008-10-20T07:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T08:06:13.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/SPySRbnpRpI/AAAAAAAAACI/HuEPGc7VZB0/s1600-h/078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259239293031368338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/SPySRbnpRpI/AAAAAAAAACI/HuEPGc7VZB0/s320/078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/SPySGcUJKDI/AAAAAAAAACA/x8EigIRW9II/s1600-h/074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259239104239446066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/SPySGcUJKDI/AAAAAAAAACA/x8EigIRW9II/s320/074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/SPyRf7CXo4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/CQha_arh3kw/s1600-h/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259238442471498626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/SPyRf7CXo4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/CQha_arh3kw/s320/060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/SPyPllLvsjI/AAAAAAAAABw/H1DhNryDTNs/s1600-h/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259236340661203506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/SPyPllLvsjI/AAAAAAAAABw/H1DhNryDTNs/s320/049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was a song in the late 90's or early 2000 or 2001 by a band called Ten Shekel Shirt called Ocean. One line of the song said "there is just something about the ocean that makes me rise up in praise" And that couldn't be more true. There is just something majestic about the ocean that can only make me believe even more that there is a creator of all that loves us so much that he allows us to see glimpses of his beauty through his creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend I went down to the southern coast of Korea to a Sea Port city known as Busan. It's a huge city about 4 million people, but there was just a different kind of feel to the city and it was vastly different then Seoul. I left Seoul early on Saturday morning, I took the KTX train, which is a high speed train that goes an average of 280 km/h. It felt like it was going so slow though. Busan is a good 5 or 6 hour trip if driving at a normal speed but I made it there before Noon on Saturday, the train ride was just under a 3 hour trip. When I got there I was nervous about communicating to a taxi driver where I wanted to go, but I managed. I also had no clue where I was going to stay but that worked itself out too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learned a lot about myself this weekend. I am capable of a lot more than I thought, I thought it would be terrifying to take a vacation all by yourself to a place you have never been before, especially in a foregin country where you don't speak the same language. But I learned that I am capable of a lot more than I thought. And it actually felt really good to do this by myself. I think discovering this will make the rest of my time here in Korea all the more enjoyable because now I am not afraid anymore of doing things and experiencing stuff by myself. Also it was good to get away for a few days and see another part of Korea, but it was even better to be on the beach. And I was reminded yet again how great it feels to have the sand between your toes and the tide coming up on your feet and washing the sand away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was sitting on the beach one night watching the tide come in and go back out. I sat and reflected about the changes that have taken place in my life over the last 7 years, as well as the changes that have occured in the last year and the changes that are happening in my life right now. I think God is a lot like the ocean tide. He often sweeps in with his love and washes away the pain in our lives. He also washes away our unrighteousness with his blood and sacrifice. And as I reflected I was aware of the things that still need to change in me, but I was reminded that things don't stay the same, and we are constantly changing. Sometimes I am not sure if I like the person I have become. But God never fails to remind me that his grace is powerful enough to bring the lasting change that I need. And through the power that lives in me I am capable of making the sacrifices it takes to bring that change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While in Busan I stayed at this amazing Hotel that was right on the beach. I actually got a pretty good deal on the room considering it was beach front, but the good deal probably had to do with it being the off season right now. But nonetheless the Hotel was perfect, the beach was perfect, and the weather was perfect...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a great time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-174df5d9034c4605" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d458cd7c9cc5024d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4957761555332570981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218781890984724294&amp;postID=4957761555332570981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218781890984724294/posts/default/4957761555332570981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218781890984724294/posts/default/4957761555332570981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/busan.html' title='Busan'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13013280727183001682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/ScFpyB7810I/AAAAAAAAADc/50KGlJlwhdk/S220/034.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/SPySRbnpRpI/AAAAAAAAACI/HuEPGc7VZB0/s72-c/078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218781890984724294.post-1904458038964993815</id><published>2008-10-13T06:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T06:31:33.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The deeply human question</title><content type='html'>Today in one of my middle school classes, the book asked a question, &lt;em&gt;What is one thing you do not know, that you wish you knew?&lt;/em&gt; We spent most of the class discussing our wishes and dreams but this question seemed to have a deeply profound impact in my spirit. I was very taken aback by one kids response. He said, "teacher, I wish I knew how to be happier." Don't we all. I think that is the one question that we as humans share. How do I become happier? And to hear a middle school boy ask me that question, and to have him tell me that the answer to that question is the one thing he wished he knew, startled me in a way I can't explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I know the answer. But it is possible for there to be as many answers to that question as there are grains of sand on the beach. "Make more money" "Have more things" "Be smarter" "Be prettier" "Be richer" The answers are endless. And that is why I feel that so many people will never find true happiness in life. Because the true answer is, happiness does not lie in material possessions, or physical attributes, or any physical things. Happiness is found solely in a relationship with our creator. We were created to know love, and until we find that love relationship with our creator we will never know happiness as it was intended to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am by no means saying that as we know our creator we will be happy everyday. We will have our bad days, our hard times, and our difficult circumstances, but happiness is not something that consumes every moment. Happiness is a mentality, a joy, a knowing that even though things aren't always perfect, and we don't always have everything we want, we can be happier knowing a love that changes everything. So the question and answer is not how to be happy, it's how to be happier. The joy of love between us and our creator is what makes us happier. Happy is not a destination. We don't just wake up one day and become happy suddenly because we acquired more of something. We become happier every day and every moment that we live in that love relationship with our creator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218781890984724294-1904458038964993815?l=lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1904458038964993815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218781890984724294&amp;postID=1904458038964993815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218781890984724294/posts/default/1904458038964993815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218781890984724294/posts/default/1904458038964993815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/deeply-human-question.html' title='The deeply human question'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13013280727183001682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/ScFpyB7810I/AAAAAAAAADc/50KGlJlwhdk/S220/034.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218781890984724294.post-7139811049681477442</id><published>2008-10-10T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T10:00:34.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun times</title><content type='html'>Well September has come and gone and now October is here...And one thing remains constant...I am not faithful at this whole blogging thing, but yet I will try to be more faithful. The last month has been really good...I think I might be starting to really like it here in Korea, I have met some really cool people and God has totally been faithful. I am learning a lot about myself and my faults, and my strengths. The last couple days especially, it's like God is opening up a window for me to see myself as I really am. And I am thankful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me fill you in a little bit about the last month... A couple weeks ago I took a trip to a Korean Folk Villiage, I got to seem some traditional Korean sites, it was very cool. I have also taken a couple trips to Insadong, a very touristy area, and that has been fun. I have had some interesting Korean food, and my horizons have been opened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fall has come in Korea, and the weather couldn't be more perfect... It is so beautiful here right now... I love it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for now I am going to say goodnight, and I will try to be more faithful in writing...So let me end by saying this... I am thankful to God for what He is teaching me in these days, and I am thankful for the friends, old, and new, that I have in my life... I am very blessed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218781890984724294-7139811049681477442?l=lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7139811049681477442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218781890984724294&amp;postID=7139811049681477442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218781890984724294/posts/default/7139811049681477442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218781890984724294/posts/default/7139811049681477442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/fun-times.html' title='Fun times'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13013280727183001682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/ScFpyB7810I/AAAAAAAAADc/50KGlJlwhdk/S220/034.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218781890984724294.post-7548494260281359872</id><published>2008-09-28T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T04:13:09.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another month here and gone</title><content type='html'>Well I have now been here for over 3 months. It's still as intense as the day I arrived. I don't think I could ever become "used to" some of the things that I see and experience here on a regular basis. But as days come and go, I find myself starting to feel a little bit more comfortable here. Routine has become my best friend it seems. Most days I do the same thing, and that makes things a little bit easier being so far away from everything I am acustomed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday was by far the best day I have had here in Korea yet. And it was far from typical...Some of my friends and I went South a little bit to a Korean Folk Village. It was kind of like a Korean version of Silver Dollar City, for those of you who are familiar with that. So it was a lot of traditional Korean stuff and a little amusment park as well. We had so much fun. And seeing a part of the ancient Korean look was amazing. In a place almost as far east as you can go from the Western world Korea has a way of being oddly western for the most part. So it was cool to see some of the stuff from the ancient traditional years of Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my last post I shared with you my love for musicals and told you about my desire to make a musical out of my life, well in all truth its just silliness, but for those of you who know me well, you know I am a pretty silly girl, so here is just one clip from my musical. So I do warn you, this could be a pretty strange video..... So watch it at your own risk.......An Ode to Kimchi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5dbb523e6971323e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5dbb523e6971323e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330074626%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5CC674CC209D47B6B0AB74F1F39D7805D0713833.50DF26F9F00261C6BFD9DF2B01A688B348293651%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5dbb523e6971323e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEfhteKTxzDDACCmHjeUsgjuAfIU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5dbb523e6971323e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330074626%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5CC674CC209D47B6B0AB74F1F39D7805D0713833.50DF26F9F00261C6BFD9DF2B01A688B348293651%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5dbb523e6971323e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEfhteKTxzDDACCmHjeUsgjuAfIU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218781890984724294-7548494260281359872?l=lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5dbb523e6971323e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7548494260281359872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218781890984724294&amp;postID=7548494260281359872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218781890984724294/posts/default/7548494260281359872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218781890984724294/posts/default/7548494260281359872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-month-here-and-gone.html' title='Another month here and gone'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13013280727183001682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/ScFpyB7810I/AAAAAAAAADc/50KGlJlwhdk/S220/034.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218781890984724294.post-4862421184685660873</id><published>2008-09-08T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T08:16:31.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So strange</title><content type='html'>Well, I wish I had more days like today, that would definately make this whole experience more positive. Today was a really good day. My kids were well behaved, I was well prepared, and time seemed to pass very quickly. I liked it very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things here in Korea have been interesting lately. I went with a couple friends to see the musical Mama Mia about a week ago, and then after that we decided to film a modern day musical. We started in the subway station, and then moved on the other locations. It was interesting. Oh the looks we got....The best was the day we didn't actually have the camera with us, but oh how the taxi driver seemed to be entertained....I think if life was more like a musical it would be so much easier, and better. I mean who doesn't like busting out in song and dance....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I will have to post a video clip from our Musical, but for now, sleep must occur.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218781890984724294-4862421184685660873?l=lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4862421184685660873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218781890984724294&amp;postID=4862421184685660873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218781890984724294/posts/default/4862421184685660873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218781890984724294/posts/default/4862421184685660873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-strange.html' title='So strange'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13013280727183001682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/ScFpyB7810I/AAAAAAAAADc/50KGlJlwhdk/S220/034.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218781890984724294.post-4663600334065669560</id><published>2008-08-28T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T08:00:07.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Discoveries</title><content type='html'>Well today I discovered that I can not lift 50 pounds, even if I try to focus very hard. You may ask how did I figure this out. Well I have been rearranging the furniture in my apartment trying to get it to look the way I want it. I just haven't been satisfied since I moved in because it's so small, only 1 room. Well anyway there is the random dumbell that the person who lived here before left, and it says it weighs 22 KG's which is equivelent to 50 LB's. Anyway I tried to pick it up to move it, and even with both hands, I couldn't even get it off the ground. I must be pretty weak, which is a shocker to me, because I was under the impression I could lift and elephant, who knew......WOW..... I have a lot of work to do if I am going to achieve my dream of bench pressing that elephant....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can't believe it's almost September, and soon it will be fall here in Seoul, Korea.....I wonder what fall is like here....I think I will miss the Missouri Fall, it's so beautiful in missouri in September and October. A new term is about to start at school, I will be teaching some different students, and some lower level classes....I didn't think someones english level could be lower than the level of some of my current students, but I guess I was wrong. It will be interesting to see how these classes turn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I love you all......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218781890984724294-4663600334065669560?l=lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4663600334065669560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218781890984724294&amp;postID=4663600334065669560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218781890984724294/posts/default/4663600334065669560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218781890984724294/posts/default/4663600334065669560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/discoveries.html' title='Discoveries'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13013280727183001682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/ScFpyB7810I/AAAAAAAAADc/50KGlJlwhdk/S220/034.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218781890984724294.post-6879603470747255403</id><published>2008-08-25T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T06:23:15.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A traditional korean meal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-60f30cb16669a411" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D60f30cb16669a411%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330074627%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DB2B9AF01CE37D81591F75941B3DEF53B01E0D1B.66028E6F21FECAFD561F2C02FFA57C1DFEFC6456%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D60f30cb16669a411%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvPMj692gDhwY1MDUDkeTZFWYRMU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok its not so traditional, and definately not Korean, but it helps me make it through on days when I have had just about all the Kimchi and Kimbop one can handle.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218781890984724294-6879603470747255403?l=lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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meal'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13013280727183001682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/ScFpyB7810I/AAAAAAAAADc/50KGlJlwhdk/S220/034.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218781890984724294.post-5664026172597730510</id><published>2008-08-23T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T23:17:30.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A glimpse into my world</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a97bb1b90671b036" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/ScFpyB7810I/AAAAAAAAADc/50KGlJlwhdk/S220/034.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218781890984724294.post-1341620388841287706</id><published>2008-08-23T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T01:31:56.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another new day</title><content type='html'>Well its another new day in Korea. Everyday here is so different. Even though I do a lot of the same stuff everyday because of work, its still so different here everyday. Always something new to learn, something different to do, or something weird to eat. And this city seems to be a city that never sleeps. People are out all night and all day. There is a constant noise coming from the streets outside where I live, whether it is traffic, or screaming drunk koreans, the noise never stops, and the energy here is constant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else thats so different for me is being the minority. People stare at me everywhere I go. It's like they have never seen a white person before, and maybe they haven't. And sometimes I feel like a wild animal who escaped from the zoo. Some people even go past just staring and touching me. Do they think a white persons skin feels different I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I ate pizza and the crust was green. At first I was hesitant to eat it because in my mind green is associated with mold. But a coworker of mine told me its just healthier because its green, although they could not even tell me what exactly it was that made it green. I ate it though and it tasted the same, so whatever it was it didn't change the taste just the color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and another thing. I miss driving. i have to walk everywhere or take the subway. And the subway is always so crowded. Sometimes its shoulder to shoulder. But thats how people get around. This city is so crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I learned another valuable lesson yesterday when I recieved my phone bill. Do not call the US on your cell phone just because you can........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218781890984724294-1341620388841287706?l=lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1341620388841287706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218781890984724294&amp;postID=1341620388841287706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218781890984724294/posts/default/1341620388841287706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218781890984724294/posts/default/1341620388841287706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-new-day.html' title='Another new day'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13013280727183001682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/ScFpyB7810I/AAAAAAAAADc/50KGlJlwhdk/S220/034.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218781890984724294.post-3128026586745451570</id><published>2008-08-18T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T01:22:28.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta start somewhere</title><content type='html'>Ok, Ok, I know. I have been in Korea now for a total of 9 weeks. And I have written a total of 4 blogs including this one. And for those of you who read the pathetic number of blogs on this site and the last one, I would like to apologize. You have taken precious time to read these and I have given you nothing. So for all of you and for those just joining me now, I say this. I will do a better job from here on out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where to begin. Korea is CRAZY. I never thought it would be like this. And to everyone I tell this too, there is always a common question. Amanda, What did you expect it to be like? And to that question I have no answer.... So maybe thats why its not what I expected, because I didn't know what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people here are so kind. They can be a little distant. They can be awefully quiet. And they can be extremely hesitant. But all these things I have determined stem from the unfamiliar. When your not familiar with someone and they are so different from you it can be hard to be comfortable. And I see that here on both sides, mine, and theirs. But overall the people I have the privelage of being around everyday have proven to be nothing short of gracious and kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the teaching aspect of my life, I will say this. I never knew how capable I would be of this. And although I make more than my share of mistakes, I really think this is a fit for me. My kids are naughty. I teach about 100 of the most misbehaved kids I have ever met. And I am learning every day what the word discipline means. I am learning that I can't always be the nice guy. But its happening. Slowly I feel a growth in myself and my students. And although I don't think teaching naughty kids will ever be a dream of mine. I am content here for now, and I am anxious to see how this period will shape my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food here is more than I can explain in words. If the Koreans know anything, they know how to spice things up. There is a very distinct flavor and spiciness to Korean food. And it is definately more than I can handle. And the more I eat Korean food the more I can say I do not think its growing on me. #1 Kimchi, for those of you who do not know what it is, it is fermented cabbage dressed in spices and sauces,. #2 Live Octopus Tentacles, these I have not eaten, but I hear they are a delicacy, a dangerous one on that hand. Apparantly if not consumed properly they can cause suffication leading to death. #3 Eyeballs, they eat lots of eyeballs, fish eyeballs, other eyeballs, it don't matter. The other day I had this soup that contained these huge eyeballs just staring back at me. YUMMY!!! #4 Raw fish eggs, On my b-day I went out to lunch with some coworkers, and I was tricked into eating raw fish eggs enclosed in a casing, what I mean by tricked is that when I put it in my mouth I was under the assumption it was just some kind of fish. Then as I bit into it and looked at it as I chewed, I was aware if its true identity......... Not pleasant.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adventures, let me tell ya I have had a few. The biggest one being my trip out to the Hanang river to go whitewater rafting. It was quite the experience. Definately more than I bargained for. Now while I have had few adventures, I need to find time to have more, for the most part the majority of my time so far has been spent focusing on work and the school. I will keep you updated on the adventure side of things as they occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have met a lot of people and everyday I am feeling more and more comfortable here. But it is still more than I can every say with words. And this experience is definately helping me see how great life in the US is. I am blessed to be an American, and I am realizing that more and more everyday. I am also realizing what a great family I have, being so far away from all those I love is tough. Especially since I realize more than ever how important they are and how fragile life can be. So although I am learning a lot and wouldn't trade this experience for anything. I do long for the day I will be back with my loved ones in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so as I wrap this up I want to start a list of things seen in Korea that blow my mind.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A woman taking her clothes off in the middle of a crowded subway station to try on a dress she wants to buy from a vendor.&lt;br /&gt;2. A bus driver stopped at a red light, gets off the bus, to grab a quick smoke.&lt;br /&gt;3. Men with an open ladder, repairing the elevator, while people get on and off, as the elevator travels up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok more later, I promise.........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218781890984724294-3128026586745451570?l=lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3128026586745451570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218781890984724294&amp;postID=3128026586745451570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218781890984724294/posts/default/3128026586745451570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218781890984724294/posts/default/3128026586745451570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/gotta-start-somewhere.html' title='Gotta start somewhere'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13013280727183001682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/ScFpyB7810I/AAAAAAAAADc/50KGlJlwhdk/S220/034.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218781890984724294.post-5673216179834880538</id><published>2008-08-11T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T07:02:12.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 months in</title><content type='html'>Well I have been in Korea now for just shy of 2 months. Some of you might have read the 2 blogs I had posted on my website. I know I haven't done a very good job of blogging since I have been here. Well anyway today i looked at my website and discovered it had been deleted. I don't know how or why. But anyway, it's not there anymore. And I wasn't too happy with it anyway. So I created just a blog. This is my new blog. Hopefully I will do a better job blogging now. I know it is important to keep a reminder of my times and experiences that I can look back on later in life. If you would like to see the pictures I take here in Korea, feel free to visit my photobucket at &lt;a href="http://www.photobucket.com/lovelyamandagirl"&gt;www.photobucket.com/lovelyamandagirl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats it for now....I will write more later.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/218781890984724294-5673216179834880538?l=lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5673216179834880538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=218781890984724294&amp;postID=5673216179834880538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218781890984724294/posts/default/5673216179834880538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/218781890984724294/posts/default/5673216179834880538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelyamandagirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/2-months-in.html' title='2 months in'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13013280727183001682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIY4YLaUv24/ScFpyB7810I/AAAAAAAAADc/50KGlJlwhdk/S220/034.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
