<?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-137669850648187989</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:06:59.511-05:00</updated><category term='food'/><category term='Travel'/><title type='text'>K's Apartment</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>K</name><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>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-7460973438784204581</id><published>2009-06-30T16:47:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:15:31.272-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Move!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;YAY! An internet connection! Now I can upload photos!  I won't be able to write much of anything about our move because Javi and I will be getting ready to go to bed soon.  The move has really tuckered us out, and we are still adjusting to the commute and having to prepare dinner and doing laundry when we get home.  Still, we have our own house and our own washer and dryer!  Woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But before we get ahead of ourselves, let's get back to the actual move...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SkrNYS0vZUI/AAAAAAAAA54/uH_pJahqOx8/s1600-h/DSC01264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SkrNYS0vZUI/AAAAAAAAA54/uH_pJahqOx8/s320/DSC01264.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353316924336858434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SkrNX85zh-I/AAAAAAAAA5w/8kyJj6wXMy0/s1600-h/DSC01143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SkrNX85zh-I/AAAAAAAAA5w/8kyJj6wXMy0/s320/DSC01143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353316918452520930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SkrNXe0g23I/AAAAAAAAA5o/smbGBT1sxG0/s1600-h/DSC01140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SkrNXe0g23I/AAAAAAAAA5o/smbGBT1sxG0/s320/DSC01140.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353316910377261938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SkrNXAKnouI/AAAAAAAAA5g/_ANkOQTJa64/s1600-h/DSC01139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SkrNXAKnouI/AAAAAAAAA5g/_ANkOQTJa64/s320/DSC01139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353316902148481762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SkrNWycKlUI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/yI_U8kSqEkQ/s1600-h/DSC01138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SkrNWycKlUI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/yI_U8kSqEkQ/s320/DSC01138.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353316898463978818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For the rest of the move, join us on my new blog at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kishome.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://kishome.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;!  See you there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137669850648187989-7460973438784204581?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/7460973438784204581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=7460973438784204581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/7460973438784204581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/7460973438784204581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-move.html' title='The Big Move!'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SkrNYS0vZUI/AAAAAAAAA54/uH_pJahqOx8/s72-c/DSC01264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-2950490508830959239</id><published>2009-06-28T16:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T18:18:27.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>One of the few setbacks of moving is having to live without an internet connection. Moving to a new place makes you realize just how dependent you are on wireless technology. The good thing is, I still have my Blackberry to keep me connected (phew!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned in my previous post that I would document the whole move with my camera. I did manage to take some pictures, but not very good ones since the sun wasn't out in Manhattan (hence, not very good lighting for photos), and Javis SLR had been packed away. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of the lack of photos, we still have a story to tell friends and family about the day of our big move. I'll expound on it once I have an actual keyboard to type with, but suffice it to say that Murphy's Law happened over and over again yesterday morning that I nearly got into a fistfight with a girl, and if it hadn't been for our friends Eileen and Vic around to help us out, Javi and I would probably still be conked out this afternoon from all the obstacles we had to endure. Boy oh boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, we are done, and had our first dinner with our friends. I cooked the "Javi Meal" (picture of this to follow). This morning, I woke up to a symphony of birds chirping, which was suddenly (but endearingly) interrupted by a duck quacking. It was the cutest, funniest thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went out into our back yard and counted that we have 12 trees. TWELVE trees! Growing up in Virginia, I was used to seeing nothing but trees, with an occasional red fox running through the woods. So going back to suburbia to live in a house of my own with my husband is such a dream come true for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked breakfast, too- turkey bacon and eggs with "sinangag" (fried white rice with garlic, aka. Garlic rice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we are on our way back to the apartment to clean it up and pick up any other small items that may have been left behind. There's really no rest for us until Thursday, since we have Friday off for 4th of July weekend. Thank goodness for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, we return the keys to the apartment, thereby closing another chapter in our lives. But we're not quite onto the next chapter just yet! I still have to upload pictures of the move for my 50th and last entry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137669850648187989-2950490508830959239?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/2950490508830959239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=2950490508830959239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/2950490508830959239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/2950490508830959239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2009/06/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-1163577426124534299</id><published>2009-06-22T22:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T23:25:23.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeowners!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last Friday, Javi and I played hooky from work (well, not really, but it's nice to think we did) for our Closing - ie, the part of the homebuying process when you sign several documents until your lawyer gives you a copy of your DEED, deeming that you are officially a homeowner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And so, June 19, at about 3pm, the "deed was done!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(I know - I'm corny like that sometimes :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Below are pictures of our new house. For security purposes, I didn't post a picture of the front of the house, but you're welcome to take a look at the pictures that the seller's realtor took of the inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350352541202462386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SkBFSfF7NrI/AAAAAAAAA4I/3yZS8TGnaNA/s320/02_Living_room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350352542478134370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SkBFSj2EbGI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/xCBiCe48_sk/s320/06_Eat-in_Kitchen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SkBFTYzC-fI/AAAAAAAAA4o/FnPSQB_vJ4Y/s1600-h/10_Backyard.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350352556692535794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SkBFTYzC-fI/AAAAAAAAA4o/FnPSQB_vJ4Y/s320/10_Backyard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SkBFTMwD0HI/AAAAAAAAA4g/xksNv2mgMsw/s1600-h/08_2nd_Bedroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350352553458782322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SkBFTMwD0HI/AAAAAAAAA4g/xksNv2mgMsw/s320/08_2nd_Bedroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SkBFSxAAI-I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/qYVxtYSA7-s/s1600-h/07_Master_Bedroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350352546009457634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SkBFSxAAI-I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/qYVxtYSA7-s/s320/07_Master_Bedroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My friend, Patti, gave me a brilliant idea of documenting the whole move in B&amp;amp;W photos. I'd like to try to do it so the photos can later on be shown to our kids and we can tell them, "&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;this is the day we changed our lives so we could have you&lt;/span&gt;" :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think it's a fantastic idea also because I've been thinking of doing something special for this blog. Now that I own a home, I can't still have a blog entitled "K's Apartment." So I'll be moving on in the blogosphere as well, to a new and improved blogsite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So here's the deal: my &lt;strong&gt;50th entry&lt;/strong&gt; will be a farewell to this blog, featuring a documentation of our move to a new life, new house, and to a new blog. No longer will I feel transient and without a home... Javi and I have bought a house, and in time, we will be able to make it our &lt;em&gt;home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/137669850648187989-1163577426124534299?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/1163577426124534299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=1163577426124534299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/1163577426124534299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/1163577426124534299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2009/06/homeowners.html' title='Homeowners!'/><author><name>K</name><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/_MOCfrEYPhck/SkBFSfF7NrI/AAAAAAAAA4I/3yZS8TGnaNA/s72-c/02_Living_room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-5802344258778991999</id><published>2009-06-20T16:06:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:35:10.519-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Apartment, Revisited</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sj1Dl9wJimI/AAAAAAAAA4A/vrIoelMaEI8/s1600-h/Door+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sj1Dl9wJimI/AAAAAAAAA4A/vrIoelMaEI8/s320/Door+1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349506251896752738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some more never-before seen shots - this set, of our apartment while we were moving in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sj1CB7xJnxI/AAAAAAAAA34/BCS_iCbi-Q4/s1600-h/Living+Room+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349504533377163026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sj1CB7xJnxI/AAAAAAAAA34/BCS_iCbi-Q4/s320/Living+Room+1.jpg" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These were taken on my Blackberry (I never got to upload them), the day of the move. It looks so nice and clean here, without all the clutter. Soon, it will look this way again (with slightly less shiny floors!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sj1CBlTFYOI/AAAAAAAAA3o/Z5Za1aO8xhE/s1600-h/Living+Room+2.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349504527345475810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sj1CBlTFYOI/AAAAAAAAA3o/Z5Za1aO8xhE/s320/Living+Room+2.jpg" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sj1CBkiP9VI/AAAAAAAAA3w/GBcRYKz9lyw/s1600-h/Kitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349504527140648274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sj1CBkiP9VI/AAAAAAAAA3w/GBcRYKz9lyw/s320/Kitchen.jpg" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/137669850648187989-5802344258778991999?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/5802344258778991999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=5802344258778991999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/5802344258778991999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/5802344258778991999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-apartment-revisited.html' title='Our Apartment, Revisited'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sj1Dl9wJimI/AAAAAAAAA4A/vrIoelMaEI8/s72-c/Door+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-5387485158178363183</id><published>2009-06-18T21:53:00.023-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:21:07.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>San Francisco!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SjsAs-aJIrI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/rj_8-HU_xfI/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC00121.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christmas on the West Side&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348860974221093714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sjr4t3Fl61I/AAAAAAAAA0o/2jNZ1xpibB8/s320/Copy+of+SF+2008+054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never got to post the pictures from our San Francisco trip here.  I think it was because for a while, Javi banned me from using the computer at home because I had gotten so addicted to surfing Realtor.com for hours! And then when I was allowed to go online again, the excitement of having gotten back from SF had faded, until I totally forgot that we even went. Oops! I guess it wasn't that much of an exciting trip, then! But San Francisco certainly has a lot of character!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348860965790284578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sjr4tXrh-yI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/hRYYRA6bB34/s320/SF+2008+056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, it was great to have been able to leave the apartment and go on a vacation together. More importantly, Javi and I got to go to the West Coast during Christmas, when it becomes very lonely for us since we don't have family here, and most of our friends go home to the Philippines for the holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348860977110292882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sjr4uB2bmZI/AAAAAAAAA0w/1YSeSFMquZ8/s320/SF+2008+079.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of loneliness, I was bawling in front of the computer one evening in early December, and on a whim decided to book us tickets to San Francisco - Javi's birthplace, and also where his cousin currently lives. It's also somewhat of a joke among Filipinos who migrate to San Francisco - because of the large Filipino population in this city, we always say it's as if they aren't really going anywhere far from home.We also took a city sightseeing tour bus and went around downtown San Francisco and saw the famous Transamerica building.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348863250439091826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sjr6yWqQNnI/AAAAAAAAA1g/JUd_vS3QziE/s320/DSC00069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Below: Transamerica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348853015597078018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sjrxem5w1gI/AAAAAAAAA0A/qRE-tmOlTyQ/s320/SF+2008+043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The clocktower at the Ferry Building:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348853009773747058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SjrxeRNX23I/AAAAAAAAAz4/gAzebCOlHNE/s320/SF+2008+039.jpg" /&gt;Aside from touring the sights and eating local food, what else do tourists do? SHOP! So Javi took me to someplace he was quite familiar with - Union Square (the San Francisco version). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348853006060678018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SjrxeDYG64I/AAAAAAAAAzw/d4rQjoTxfs4/s320/SF+2008+012.jpg" /&gt;With two cameras handy, we took several pictures, so I won't narrate the whole trip. What I will say, though, is that I enjoyed the movie tour the most, while Javi enjoyed our trip to the aquarium. If I'm lucky, I'll find the videos we took of a stingray smiling at him ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348860985173022258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sjr4uf4vFjI/AAAAAAAAA04/5_2EjWcGMXA/s320/SF+2008+144.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another highlight of our trip: Alcatraz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The tour guide locked us up in this pitch-black cell!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348863247159562450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sjr6yKcWkNI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/fu8mS44DgWE/s320/DSC00055.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gar and Carina (Javi's cousin) at the Crab House.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SjsAsfVqcKI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yq-0b2qu284/s1600-h/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SjsAsfVqcKI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yq-0b2qu284/s320/DSC00052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348869746759200930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, their food was soooo gooood!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348863235714400754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sjr6xfznQfI/AAAAAAAAA1I/DpmGCDE8Nm4/s320/SF+2008+229.jpg" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of COURSE we had to see the Golden Gate Bridge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348863227334892322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sjr6xAlyGyI/AAAAAAAAA1A/nOswaXcQ41E/s320/SF+2008+211.jpg" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;San Francisco victorian row houses: "Post Card Row"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which one belonged to Mary Kate &amp;amp; Ashley Olsen's character in Full House??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sjr9ayiraGI/AAAAAAAAA2I/RULgOGiSWn4/s1600-h/DSC00166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sjr9ayiraGI/AAAAAAAAA2I/RULgOGiSWn4/s320/DSC00166.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348866144141535330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A photo from atop the tour bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sjr9aQUyiII/AAAAAAAAA2A/Wn2TjWgf-og/s1600-h/DSC00095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sjr9aQUyiII/AAAAAAAAA2A/Wn2TjWgf-og/s320/DSC00095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348866134956476546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder if those clothes are part of the artwork?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sjr9aEs6u3I/AAAAAAAAA14/Y5y5Rd0PCfY/s1600-h/DSC00094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sjr9aEs6u3I/AAAAAAAAA14/Y5y5Rd0PCfY/s320/DSC00094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348866131836451698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dimsum time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sjr9Z0NO7wI/AAAAAAAAA1w/O15i1527tEA/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC00093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sjr9Z0NO7wI/AAAAAAAAA1w/O15i1527tEA/s320/Copy+of+DSC00093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348866127408590594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Below: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jim, one of our tour guides, shows us the alley where they filmed "The Pursuit of Happyness"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sjr9ZWiyMsI/AAAAAAAAA1o/t71SIIqYAIY/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC00083.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sjr9ZWiyMsI/AAAAAAAAA1o/t71SIIqYAIY/s320/Copy+of+DSC00083.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348866119445918402" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which is also where a fortune cookie factory is located.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SjsArvm_a0I/AAAAAAAAA24/13GSpeuBAnQ/s320/Copy+of+DSC00090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348869733946977090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;So obviously, you know that this is the part where we are in Chinatown! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sjr_J_dOFHI/AAAAAAAAA2g/I-JLjK-bhJU/s1600-h/DSC00237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sjr_J_dOFHI/AAAAAAAAA2g/I-JLjK-bhJU/s320/DSC00237.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348868054573782130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A cafe near Fisherman's Wharf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sjr_Jmuwo9I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/A7smfV2vz5c/s1600-h/DSC00203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sjr_Jmuwo9I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/A7smfV2vz5c/s320/DSC00203.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348868047936463826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The F-line street car... which leads to the famous Castro District&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sjr_JSQ7MCI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/-FqeOGqjbRY/s1600-h/DSC00192.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sjr_JSQ7MCI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/-FqeOGqjbRY/s320/DSC00192.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348868042442616866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Javi and Carina at the train station&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SjsAs-aJIrI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/rj_8-HU_xfI/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC00121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SjsAs-aJIrI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/rj_8-HU_xfI/s320/Copy+of+DSC00121.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348869755099488946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little Italy (aka North Beach)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/_MOCfrEYPhck/SjsAsvhtijI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/cpk-W31DS4Q/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC00031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SjsAsvhtijI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/cpk-W31DS4Q/s320/Copy+of+DSC00031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348869751104703026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Financial District&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sjr_KqWwgSI/AAAAAAAAA2w/P9FDSqPM_BU/s1600-h/DSC00240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sjr_KqWwgSI/AAAAAAAAA2w/P9FDSqPM_BU/s320/DSC00240.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348868066089402658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aquarium of the Bay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-45283a2e27f4e3c1" 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://v17.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D45283a2e27f4e3c1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331687708%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D669DC0C463FD93EA994EA6A0349854CDDBB012.500BECD254716927696C89A7D9095906432A6844%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D45283a2e27f4e3c1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZXaajxvM3aG6Sn6bYB3wJOX6fd4&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://v17.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D45283a2e27f4e3c1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331687708%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D669DC0C463FD93EA994EA6A0349854CDDBB012.500BECD254716927696C89A7D9095906432A6844%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D45283a2e27f4e3c1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZXaajxvM3aG6Sn6bYB3wJOX6fd4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here you go - I found that video!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137669850648187989-5387485158178363183?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=45283a2e27f4e3c1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/5387485158178363183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=5387485158178363183' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/5387485158178363183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/5387485158178363183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2009/06/san-francisco.html' title='San Francisco!'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sjr4t3Fl61I/AAAAAAAAA0o/2jNZ1xpibB8/s72-c/Copy+of+SF+2008+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-6073952293889378946</id><published>2009-06-16T19:46:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T20:41:18.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Momofuku NYC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As a continuation of our farewell to Manhattan, Javi and I decided to go to one of our favorite Asian restaurants one Sunday.  The weather was gorgeous, and this restaurant was only a walk away from our current apartment, so off we went &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;to order our favorite chicken buns at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.momofuku.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Momofuku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Now before I talk about Momofuku's chicken buns, let me tell you why these are so important to Javi and me.  Pork buns, chicken buns, even beef buns, are really originally from China, but the Philippines adopted it as its own and called it the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siopao"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Siopao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.  (In Chinese: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sio=Hot, Pao=Bun).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sjg0d435rHI/AAAAAAAAAyY/dqlATjF9L_w/s200/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348082245590166642" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Most Chinese take-out places will sell you the American version of the pork bun (using bread as the outer shell), while only a few will sell you the kind with authentic dough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sjg0diCcl9I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/DBwjzKfe5hI/s1600-h/pork_bun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sjg0diCcl9I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/DBwjzKfe5hI/s200/pork_bun.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348082239460382674" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Momofuku, on the other hand, gives you the yummy nummy dough, with an Americanized twist to the stuffing that goes inside it - instead of just shredded beef or chicken with sauce, Momfuku adds (in this case), fried chicken skin and cucumber slices - making it a refreshing, yet sumptuous dish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sjg6zTEQSFI/AAAAAAAAAzI/9_QoM-wnpM8/s320/4614_89186744542_509359542_1902262_5492404_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348089210468321362" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This restaurant, which name actually means "lucky peach" in Japanese, aims to cater to a wider audience by adding special dishes, such as the ravioli, below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sjg6zfw9MfI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ng2X2rAu99s/s320/4614_89186754542_509359542_1902263_6332495_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348089213877039602" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;There are also several branches within the city, such as the Momofuku Milk Bar a few blocks away from where we finished our pork bun + ravioli lunch (they actually went well together!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sjg6zzZzMoI/AAAAAAAAAzg/b_sqo12Z7DI/s320/4614_89186764542_509359542_1902265_2000356_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348089219148624514" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;At this milk bar are the most delicious deserts - and they taste like they just came straight from Mom's oven!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sjg6zxMpO3I/AAAAAAAAAzY/M83nthbwtlA/s320/4614_89186759542_509359542_1902264_3178_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348089218556574578" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Above: the Banana Crunch cookie - it gets more banana-er in the middle of the cookie!  YUM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sjg60XEnF0I/AAAAAAAAAzo/Y1k6KGvKLLs/s320/4614_89186769542_509359542_1902266_6745253_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348089228723427138" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Javi and I will definitely miss enjoying the Village on weekends.  Just take a look at the view outside the Momfuku Milk Bar - what a building with character!  There are so many buildings like this around Manhattan.  Still, I am also excited to move to the 'burbs... no more ambulance sirens in the middle of the night, or rushing to the subway to get away from the strong gusts of wind coming from the river during winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And as long as Momofuku stays in town, Javi and I will always have a reason to come back to NYC - for those steamed buns!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137669850648187989-6073952293889378946?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/6073952293889378946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=6073952293889378946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/6073952293889378946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/6073952293889378946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2009/06/momofuku-nyc.html' title='Momofuku NYC'/><author><name>K</name><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/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sjg0d435rHI/AAAAAAAAAyY/dqlATjF9L_w/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-696742642456642615</id><published>2009-06-15T22:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:13:44.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time Traveler's Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;By Audrey Niffeneger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, credit is due to my other future sister-in-law, Celine, for sending me the link to one of the most anticipated movies by those of us who love romantic narratives.  Thanks, Celine!  After a crazy day at work and an even crazier evening taking care of personal items, seeing this trailer lifted my mood!!!  *I'm so excited!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I wrote a short book review about The Time Traveler's Wife back when I was still using my Multiply account, so here's an excerpt:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The two main reasons why I like this book: there are so many themes to analyze, and the book is so awesome to study from a narratological standpoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The novel is based upon the premise that some humans, such as its protagonist, Henry, have a chronological disorder that causes them to time travel in (or, to) times of stress or despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I am only halfway through this narrative, but I find it extremely intriguing as to how the author has managed to spin the tale of Henry's two different lives (his present self and his self as a time traveler), along with that of his wife, Clare. Henry, at around 40, travels back in time to when Clare is 6, where she meets him for the first time. Does her meeting him at such a young age change her future completely in such a way that 40 year-old Henry predetermined the fact that they would later on get married? If 6 year-old Clare had not accidentally seen 40 year-old Henry, would she have been as keen to see him when she was 20 and he was 28?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It's an interesting premise, and I'm sure Rachel McAdams and Eric Bana will do the novel justice in their movie.  Check out the trailer here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#DDDDFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D7ul93bAX7M&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D7ul93bAX7M&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137669850648187989-696742642456642615?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/696742642456642615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=696742642456642615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/696742642456642615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/696742642456642615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-travelers-wife.html' title='The Time Traveler&apos;s Wife'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-1645238049535498654</id><published>2009-06-06T00:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:00:46.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Batter-Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yankees vs Orioles 5.21.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Si7-tAYIB2I/AAAAAAAAAyI/DVDQhYPXVP0/s1600-h/Javi+Yankees.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345489856884115298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Si7-tAYIB2I/AAAAAAAAAyI/DVDQhYPXVP0/s320/Javi+Yankees.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Since Javi and I will be moving to NJ soon, I requested that he take me to a Yankees game while we're still official New Yorkers. Thanks to the help of his friend Michelle, who is a BIG Yankees fan, Javi was able to get us reasonably-priced seats at a really good spot... especially for someone who has never been to a baseball game before!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344065655426705922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SinvZkgS6gI/AAAAAAAAAxg/QvyY4KO4BIE/s320/DSC01073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I never thought green grass could be so breathtaking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sinvab8BFhI/AAAAAAAAAxw/QSHALiIy3HE/s1600-h/DSC01094.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344065670306928146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sinvab8BFhI/AAAAAAAAAxw/QSHALiIy3HE/s320/DSC01094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; And in this stadium, as long as you're a Yankees fan, you're considered part of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SinvaKfPNRI/AAAAAAAAAxo/UY-YykP7hhY/s1600-h/DSC01082.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344065665622816018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SinvaKfPNRI/AAAAAAAAAxo/UY-YykP7hhY/s320/DSC01082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Above: I think this was taken right before Swisher hit one of the two home runs in the same inning. It was definitely an exciting game! 3 homers in one game!!! Go Yankees!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344065678774958210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sinva7e8-II/AAAAAAAAAyA/n1V1zDrBV-k/s320/Copy+of+DSC01101.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We stayed for the whole game because I didn't want to miss a second of it! Now I understand why baseball is called "America's favorite pasttime" - more than the actual sport itself, ball games are a venue for people to get together to root for the same team, and for families to spend time together while eating peanuts and cracker jacks. And if their team wins... well, that's certainly a bonus ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/137669850648187989-1645238049535498654?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/1645238049535498654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=1645238049535498654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/1645238049535498654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/1645238049535498654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2009/06/batter-up.html' title='Batter-Up!'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Si7-tAYIB2I/AAAAAAAAAyI/DVDQhYPXVP0/s72-c/Javi+Yankees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-3190249239101626809</id><published>2009-05-03T18:22:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:26:31.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Manhattan Tour : Week 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just a quick post while Javi and Kim play Tekken 5 and I'm waiting for everyone to get hungry for Mom's &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sinigang"&gt;Sinigang&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331778266767464306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sf5IFavSl3I/AAAAAAAAAxY/mqFDFRpZmys/s320/DSC07239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Javi and me at Riverside, 113th St.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been a week since the two ladies arrived, and so far we have taken them to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/East_Village,_Manhattan"&gt;East Village&lt;/a&gt;, up and down &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fifth_Avenue_(Manhattan)"&gt;5th Ave&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.rockefellercenter.com/index.php/section/2"&gt;Rockefeller Center&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.53rdand6th.com/"&gt;53rd and 6th&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://www.nyu.edu/"&gt;NYU&lt;/a&gt; area, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Koreatown,_Manhattan"&gt;K-Town&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.columbia.edu/"&gt;Columbia University&lt;/a&gt;, and all the way down &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Riverside_Drive_(Manhattan)"&gt;Riverside Drive &lt;/a&gt;by bus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;East Village&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331776664618412754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sf5GoKRMKtI/AAAAAAAAAwo/jJQ_TgdXjkY/s320/DSC07031.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For Kim's birthday, Javi and I bought the two of them tickets to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wickedthemusical.com/#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wicked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;! I was able to get them partial view tickets, which were still awesome seats, according to them. They were so happy that evening, and as soon as we got back to the apartment, they crashed on their bed - all tuckered out from a long but eventful day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Mark"&gt;&lt;em&gt;St. Mark's Place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Mark"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331761469097958354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sf44zqiy29I/AAAAAAAAAv4/lc3XWu9FgGs/s320/DSC00637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Mark"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We still have a lot of days left for them to cover the other places that even Javi and I haven't been to - including an &lt;a href="http://travel.yahoo.com/p-travelguide-2737609-our_lady_of_lourdes_grotto_new_york_city-i"&gt;Our Lady of Lourdes Grotto up in the Bronx&lt;/a&gt;... who would have thought??? I hope that they've enjoyed their little tours around Manhattan so far. Maybe the pictures will clue us in on that: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.menupages.com/restaurants/davids-bagels/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;David's Bagels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; (there's nothing quite like a New York City bagel!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331778259303458450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sf5IE-7u5pI/AAAAAAAAAxI/K3XCyw2e9I0/s320/DSC00646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nypl.org/"&gt;New York Public Library&lt;/a&gt; meets the bookworm from Manila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331761482085237666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sf440a7NA6I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/CJVCOstwPgI/s320/DSC00694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lunch at 53rd and 6th. The best street meat in the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331778263178418450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sf5IFNXmGRI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/onv81hz1tYQ/s320/DSC00732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A build your own &lt;a href="http://www.fao.com/catalog/factories/muppets.jsp"&gt;muppet workshop at FAO Schwartz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331776665311141266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sf5GoM2WXZI/AAAAAAAAAwg/60GAyLt1ojk/s320/DSC00749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://grandcentralterminal.com/"&gt;Grand Central Terminal&lt;/a&gt;. All aboard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331761475363836162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sf440B4skQI/AAAAAAAAAwI/EorCZblDoBE/s320/DSC00667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At Columbia University&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331776668687944210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sf5GoZbcShI/AAAAAAAAAww/aCPc--lkdEg/s320/DSC07188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enjoying the view along Riverside Drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331776677726873202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sf5Go7GfZnI/AAAAAAAAAxA/KmLv2iEC6CQ/s320/DSC07221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/137669850648187989-3190249239101626809?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/3190249239101626809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=3190249239101626809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/3190249239101626809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/3190249239101626809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2009/05/manhattan-tour-week-1.html' title='Manhattan Tour : Week 1'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Sf5IFavSl3I/AAAAAAAAAxY/mqFDFRpZmys/s72-c/DSC07239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-5800444176334979211</id><published>2009-04-11T22:49:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T00:02:45.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blame the Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shelsilverstein.com/indexSite.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323643192904074578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SeFhRy_5RVI/AAAAAAAAAvI/7ul6S6lTf1A/s320/Shel+Silverstein.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah, I knew that title would get your attention. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1168898/Unhappy-marriage-Blame-kids-claims-year-study.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;results of an 8-year study came &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;out last week saying that if you are stuck in an unhappy marriage with kids, guess who's to blame? The kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The study may be scientifically accurate, but in my book, scientific studies such as this should never be conducted to begin with. Granted, they may have been expecting different results, but still... I think that the release of this study will bring about a lot of hesitation in married couples to procreate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I did, however, like the reaction of one person who was interviewed on the news about this subject - he said that while the results may be true, some people are willing to forego that happiness in exchange for being able to bring a new life into this world. I totally agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.roalddahl.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323645434706265778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SeFjUSXMBrI/AAAAAAAAAvo/ScE2pjOEyYk/s320/Matilda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What I haven't been talking about at all in this blog is that back when I had just graduated and didn't really know what job or career path I should take, my mom suggested I try teaching in a preschool. So I applied and got a job as a nursery school teacher, and boy oh boy did I love it. In spite of tons of snot, a lot of crying, and even a little bit of biting, it was a truly enjoyable and memorable experience. I have to acknowledge my co-teacher, Teacher Victoria, here as well, whom I believe taught me how to be more patient with our nursery kids, and more creative with the activities we would come up with for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ericcarleblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323643194918459314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SeFhR6gKV7I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Zrd9inuPAf4/s320/Chameleon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I still remember all of my kids, but here are descriptions of just a few of them:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carina &lt;/strong&gt;- who never wanted to let go of her blankie, no matter where she went&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Migs&lt;/strong&gt; - the sweet one, who always made sure to stuff his roll of bread in my mouth - that was his way of sharing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PJ&lt;/strong&gt; - our student with Down's Syndrome, and was ever-so-sweet as well. I once bumped my knee on the table really hard, and he wouldn't stop patting it to make it feel better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lia&lt;/strong&gt; - always came in early, while I was still prepping for class and asked me "Teacher, wasscha dewin?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chrissy&lt;/strong&gt; - never said a word, but after a few weeks of encouraging her to "use her words," the first full sentence T. Victoria and I heard come out of her mouth was "I made poopie!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Audrey&lt;/strong&gt; - knew all of our dance moves and lyrics for their graduation and would yell "Teacher!!!" out of fondness, even though her face was only a few millimeters away from yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Darryl &lt;/strong&gt;- hated me so much because I took her away from her mom and nanny and cried for two weeks. I made her "teacher's helper" to distract her, and after that, she wouldn't let go of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sean &lt;/strong&gt;- always made sure that he had the right shoes on the right feet, and always rushed me to open his bottle of Yakult. That kid could drink 6 bottles of those straight and not blink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323644181919411314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SeFiLXXhrHI/AAAAAAAAAvg/Yv6uqDhCXJs/s320/yakult.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And then there are the hilariously memorable times - like when I taught my toddlers class "empty and full" with grape juice. I'd fill their cups "full," they'd drink it, then say "empty." After the third refill, Darryl said "Cheers!" and they all clinked their plastic cups together and drank the wine- I mean, grape juice. Then there was that time when T. Victoria and I made wigs with cartolina, and had the kids run around the play area with them on - they all looked ridiculous... and cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/wnet/americanmasters/database/sendak_m.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323643196907979522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SeFhSB6gAwI/AAAAAAAAAvY/aQ-8In-ceJk/s320/WTWTA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So how can people possibly blame their unhappiness on kids? I just don't understand. Perhaps these couples should see their kids as their refuge or form of spontaneous entertainment from a long day at work, more than as a responsibility or burden. Kids are your opportunity to remember your childhood, and how sweet and innocent it was. And if you didn't have a fun childhood, make it fun for them. As a teacher, no matter how tired I was, or how many problems I had in my personal life, there was nothing that could ruin my day when I saw my kids smiling, realizing that I helped make them feel happy and feel better about themselves :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323649497432884402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SeFnAxMshLI/AAAAAAAAAvw/_UjpP2hd0z8/s320/baby_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137669850648187989-5800444176334979211?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/5800444176334979211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=5800444176334979211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/5800444176334979211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/5800444176334979211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2009/04/blame-kids.html' title='Blame the Kids'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SeFhRy_5RVI/AAAAAAAAAvI/7ul6S6lTf1A/s72-c/Shel+Silverstein.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-2083841482033716491</id><published>2009-04-04T23:18:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T02:20:15.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tickets to a Show, and the Corner Bistro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SdhFszcYJHI/AAAAAAAAAuo/a9CDQjSkWbY/s1600-h/DSC00481.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When we got a notice from FedEx Friday evening that said we had a package we had to sign for, Javi and I got really curious to find out what it was. One of the conveniences of living in an apartment building where you can trust the other tenants on your floor is the ability to have packages left in front of your door without having to worry about someone stealing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321076552910395762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SdhC7r7iWXI/AAAAAAAAAto/UDgw_oTPaxE/s320/DSC00476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So where could this package have come from? Javi had a cousin flying in from Manila, so if his parents had sent anything, it would have been through his cousin. And my mom and sister were coming soon as well, so they weren't about to send a package if it was going to arrive about the same time they would! I hadn't bought anything online, and our house people (we're in the process of buying a house) know better than to ask to have a package signed for upon delivery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The good thing was, the note said we could pick it up at a nearby FedEx office on Saturday. This forced us to get out of our almost too comfortable apartment and trek over to the West Village in gorgeous Spring weather. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321079593491557202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SdhFsq-k61I/AAAAAAAAAug/sK9YnL5OGA0/s320/DSC00480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For those of you who haven't been to Manhattan, the Village (aka &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greenwich_Village"&gt;Greenwich Village&lt;/a&gt;) certainly has a lot of character. It's also where you'll find the famous Bleecker St., cute botique shops of brand name items (Coach, Ralph Lauren, Juicy Couture), as well as Hollywood celebrities if you're lucky. Definitely a must if you're a first-time tourist and are in the mood for a nice stroll down cobblestone streets. But you have to be sharp enough to appreciate what you see. Take the following picture, for example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321076554074176450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SdhC7wRAO8I/AAAAAAAAAtw/J22dTCkvsIM/s320/DSC00477.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Only in NY can you find a bent telephone booth, with a guy STILL trying to use it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When we arrived at the FedEx office, it took a while for the lady to ge the package. So while we waited in utmost curiosity and anticipation, I took a few shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321076547082071010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SdhC7WN9K-I/AAAAAAAAAtg/1UObzkX0Lo4/s320/DSC00474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321076536299168738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SdhC6uDHI-I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/UzXHfTeuNcc/s320/DSC00464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After these shots, I didn't mind the wait. I'm really glad I forced myself to bring my camera with me at all times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So we finally got the package - the typical thin FedEx cardboard envelope that hardly told us what was inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But the mystery was finally solved when Javi opened the envelope to reveal the title "Ticketmaster."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321076538388315906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SdhC611M_wI/AAAAAAAAAtY/MHgP6ZyhGfc/s320/DSC00470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;They were the &lt;a href="http://www.u2.com/"&gt;U2&lt;/a&gt; tickets we ordered!!! Wahoooo!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So mystery solved! And after making sure that the tickets were kept safe in my bag, we started thinking of where we should have lunch. Javi had been promising to take me to a place called &lt;a href="http://nymag.com/listings/bar/corner_bistro/"&gt;Corner Bistro&lt;/a&gt;, but always forgot about it when we were actually in the Village. This time, he remembered, so off we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321082100593605938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SdhH-mqSPTI/AAAAAAAAAuw/0zUKl5M1gTQ/s320/DSC00482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Corner Bistro is an old establishment with relatively cheap drinks and food, and pretty good burgers. I tried the Cheeseburger, while Javi tried the Chiliburger.  The star of this restaurant, however, is the Bistro Burger, but I think we both wanted to be rebels and each order something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321082100550770658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SdhH-mgEn-I/AAAAAAAAAu4/N-fdsMo_Oo0/s320/DSC00483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I couldn't take a photo of Javi's Chiliburger because he inhaled it even before I had the chance to take the camera back out, but I did get the chance to take a shot of the interesting tabletop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321082105109599586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SdhH-3e-1WI/AAAAAAAAAvA/--pDVAURz48/s320/DSC00484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wouldn't die if I couldn't come back here, but I also wouldn't hate having to come back to this neighborhood watering hole again. Seeing as I don't drink alcohol, that should be a reasonable conclusion to have come from me. For those of you who DO drink, and love a good burger and greasy fries, then I definitely recommend you give this place a shot. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/137669850648187989-2083841482033716491?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/2083841482033716491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=2083841482033716491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/2083841482033716491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/2083841482033716491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2009/04/tickets-to-show-and-corner-bistro.html' title='Tickets to a Show, and the Corner Bistro'/><author><name>K</name><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/_MOCfrEYPhck/SdhC7r7iWXI/AAAAAAAAAto/UDgw_oTPaxE/s72-c/DSC00476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-7561389821852698537</id><published>2009-03-30T22:27:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T16:43:46.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319176960835984402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SdGDQ4ASHBI/AAAAAAAAAsI/BTwblxu56Wk/s400/IMG-1810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the airport with Javi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, they're not really old... just photos I looked through after having just remembered that I still have a &lt;a href="http://www.multiply.com/"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt; site. Most of these photos are from 2 and a half years ago, when I had just arrived from Manila. I suppose I've been a little more sentimental and getting homesick more often lately since I found out that my sister and mom are coming to visit (unfortunately, my dad has to stay at home and take care of business). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lately, I've been searching for NYC tours and recalling how I first felt when I was being taken around the city by Javi. It has been 2 years since Kim and my mom have been here, and they only stayed in NY for a few days, so I'm guessing they will have the same feeling of excitement and amazement as I did 2 and a half years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm so excited!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319176959042483890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SdGDQxUrdrI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/QYL4cMOsDMc/s400/IMG-1828.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greely Square - my very first day in Manhattan!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Javi took me shopping for fall clothes - including a thicker jacket!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319176963770842898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SdGDRC8AfxI/AAAAAAAAAsg/lIukKdEhC5w/s400/IMG-2287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Columbus Circle / Fordham University&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;/em&gt;I wanted to see where I was supposed to have given my talk on Children's Fantasy Lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319176958768067826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SdGDQwTQNPI/AAAAAAAAAsY/l8BlxPUmPG4/s400/IMG-1858.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dylan's Candy Shop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - of &lt;em&gt;course&lt;/em&gt; Javi had to show me this place... I remember how he enjoyed being here more than I did ;) I just liked all the colors!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137669850648187989-7561389821852698537?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/7561389821852698537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=7561389821852698537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/7561389821852698537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/7561389821852698537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2009/03/old-photos.html' title='Old Photos'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SdGDQ4ASHBI/AAAAAAAAAsI/BTwblxu56Wk/s72-c/IMG-1810.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-4894702141755254633</id><published>2009-03-22T21:27:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:09:51.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting an Old Friend in Woodside, Queens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Scbq1PFP8RI/AAAAAAAAArY/b79ThcMfLTU/s1600-h/750_Jasmine_Jollibee_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316194610459963666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Scbq1PFP8RI/AAAAAAAAArY/b79ThcMfLTU/s320/750_Jasmine_Jollibee_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah, Jollibee. This is the fastfood joint where Filipino kids are not afraid to go up to an 6ft orange and yellow bee to give it a hug and thank it for its deliciously sweet spaghetti with hotdogs (yes, that's the way we like it) and savory fried chicken. More popular than McDonald's, but authentically local as the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sari-sari_store"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sari-sari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; store around a Manila street corner, Jollibee is the place kids dream of having their birthday parties, and where families spend their Sundays after Mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi and I had heard of a Jollibee opening in Woodside, Queens but had also heard about how Filipinos actually line up just to be able to get a taste of a Yumburger or The Champ. We figured we'd wait until after it was too much of a novelty before venturing out to go all the way to Queens, but today, Javi felt like eating really good Thai food at the famous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nymag.com/listings/restaurant/sripraphai/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sripraphai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; - only two blocks away from where Jollibee supposedly was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we figured, ok, let's check out Jollibee on the way to Sripraphai, not really quite sure of how we'd find it. After getting out from the subway station, we walked a little bit, and before we knew it, there it was... our old friend, Jollibee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Scblpj6oxtI/AAAAAAAAArA/hM5f2RA1aPg/s1600-h/IMG00021.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316188912336029394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Scblpj6oxtI/AAAAAAAAArA/hM5f2RA1aPg/s320/IMG00021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Walking by it, you could smell the Chickenjoy, and we were very much tempted to line up ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Scblp76woFI/AAAAAAAAArI/Y7PU4shanBc/s1600-h/IMG00022.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316188918778994770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Scblp76woFI/AAAAAAAAArI/Y7PU4shanBc/s320/IMG00022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But another time, we agreed - maybe when other Filipino friends were with us. See, the thing about Filipinos and eating (as you'll come to realize if you read my first few entries) is that we see eating as an opportunity for getting together to talk, discuss and have fun. While other cultures enjoy chatting over a cup of coffee or engaging in dialogue over a few glasses of wine and slices of cheese, the heart and soul of Filipino cameraderie and togetherness is FOOD... and Jollibee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nymag.com/daily/food/2009/02/philippines_most_popular_fast.html"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Scbmn_NpFsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/wXnMacZm-V8/s1600-h/20090211_jollibee_560x375.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316189984815388354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Scbmn_NpFsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/wXnMacZm-V8/s320/20090211_jollibee_560x375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137669850648187989-4894702141755254633?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/4894702141755254633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=4894702141755254633' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/4894702141755254633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/4894702141755254633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2009/03/meeting-old-friend-in-woodside-queens.html' title='Meeting an Old Friend in Woodside, Queens'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/Scbq1PFP8RI/AAAAAAAAArY/b79ThcMfLTU/s72-c/750_Jasmine_Jollibee_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-6235576299067517673</id><published>2009-03-21T20:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:16:41.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Subway Strings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It has certainly been a while since my last entry - 4 months, to be exact!  My, how time flies! I can't say that I've been having all fun - on the contrary, things at work have been insane.  Hence, the reason for my blogging absence.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I plan to be back now, and have come to the realization that even though I haven't been anywhere exciting lately, or nothing really interesting has been happening in our lives, that I can still post here while staying true to the theme of this blog: my becoming a New Yorker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Javi and I caught the Out of Towners playing on TV this morning - that movie with Goldie Hawn and Steve Martin, where they travel to NY from Ohio, only to end up in the most compromising predicaments throughout their whole trip.  Steve Martin's character said something that I think is beginning to hold true for me now as well: that New Yorkers can't see all the great things about this city because they're jaded - New Yorkers take for granted so many things that make this city great because they see it day in and day out.  And that's when I started to think of my first few weeks in NY - back in 2006, and how amazed I was at the energy that this great city had (and still does!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So from now on, my goal is to have my camera handy at all times, so I can capture the "energy" that everyone is talking about but can't quite describe.  To start off, I've posted videos of something that is truly characteristic of Manhattan - subway musicians!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-10a928eb16ae31f9" 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://v18.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D10a928eb16ae31f9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331687708%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D618C3FAAAC0A30B87BD2F2CD7AB795FB0C615728.2344A29DF459835D823AA00D29626CBFD823A31A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D10a928eb16ae31f9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Du3QgNHuLov3x29xv5t479_9aBcg&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://v18.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D10a928eb16ae31f9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331687708%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D618C3FAAAC0A30B87BD2F2CD7AB795FB0C615728.2344A29DF459835D823AA00D29626CBFD823A31A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D10a928eb16ae31f9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Du3QgNHuLov3x29xv5t479_9aBcg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was about to put my camera away after having filmed this guy, when I heard another set of stringed instruments playing in another part of the subway platform.  I followed the sound and came across these guys:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-406c98c25f361e82" 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://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D406c98c25f361e82%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331687708%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6D5500ED476382F775358DC23AF63BE46A1FB699.46E6D629F742983D08E0E51B30096A8D69BBDE39%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D406c98c25f361e82%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHod4T5uEHYFTYzWKnjRjkX94lDE&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://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D406c98c25f361e82%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331687708%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6D5500ED476382F775358DC23AF63BE46A1FB699.46E6D629F742983D08E0E51B30096A8D69BBDE39%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D406c98c25f361e82%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHod4T5uEHYFTYzWKnjRjkX94lDE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Out of courtesy to the musicians for having filmed them for so long, I gave them cash and picked up a business card from the violin case on the floor.  I must apologize to the violinst in this video, because I didn't know that the business card only mentions the cellist - &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/rusterholz"&gt;Tim Rusterholz&lt;/a&gt;.  Sorry, violin guy, I can't mention your name here.  Maybe some other time?  Or maybe someone who knows him will find this blog and enlighten me?  Here's to hoping!  But for now, let's have a listen to Four Seasons by Vivaldi. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Till my next entry... w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hich should be soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137669850648187989-6235576299067517673?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=10a928eb16ae31f9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=406c98c25f361e82&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/6235576299067517673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=6235576299067517673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/6235576299067517673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/6235576299067517673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2009/03/subway-strings.html' title='Subway Strings'/><author><name>K</name><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-137669850648187989.post-5942332603556702769</id><published>2008-11-10T21:50:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:17:39.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Place Called HOME for Refugees</title><content type='html'>My blog entries are usually about the latest things I have discovered as a Filipino living in the United States. I often feel displaced, still not quite certain of where it is I truly belong. Hence the name "K's Apartment" - it's the only place where I can link my two homes in one space - in my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feeling of loneliness or longing for a place I can call home, however, pales in comparison to what refugees face. Because of war, families are plucked from their homes in order to escape death or torture, only certain of one thing: they cannot look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The cause and effect of war.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a literature student, I was required to read &lt;a href="http://www.palhbooks.com/Lina-Moore.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Honey, The Locusts&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;by Philippine author Lina Espina-Moore. The novel talked about the difficulties of war during the Japanese invasion in the Philippines, and how innocent civilians were forced to participate in war themselves - not because they wanted to, but because they had to in order to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently, I also watched the movie &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Persepolis_(film)"&gt;Persepolis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, which tells the tale about a young girl and the circumstances she had to undergo during the Iranian revolution. In order to escape all the turmoil, her parents send her to study in Austria, where she learns to become independent and strong, but still longs for her chance to return to Iran - her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I have been reading about the state of refugees in different countries. To be honest, I didn't know where to begin when I started thinking of what exactly I should write about. Sadly, there are too many refugees out there. There are too many displaced individuals. Too many people who are forced out of their homes and into the worst of living conditions all because of war. I continued to dig deeper in order to find something more specific to write about, and finally decided to write about something that is always in the news for one big thing or another: the war in Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Search for the issues.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you try to do a Google search on the Iraq war, you will get casualty reports, the cost of the war, the latest news on military strategies, and the latest development projects. But nothing about Iraq refugees or displaced Iraqi citizens shows up. While people talking excitedly about the most recently developed armor, or the newly deployed military vehicle, the underlying issue is unfortunately forgotten. Have we all forgotten why the US claims it set foot in Iraq to begin with? Bush called it "&lt;a href="http://zfacts.com/p/447.html"&gt;nation-building&lt;/a&gt;" efforts in 2001. What good is a nation, though, if all of its citizens are displaced?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is only if you dig deeper that you find &lt;a href="http://www.refugees.org/newsroomsub.aspx?id=1131&amp;amp;subm=12&amp;amp;ssm=13&amp;amp;area=About%20Refugees&amp;amp;"&gt;stories&lt;/a&gt; about Iraqi refugees who have turned to prostitution, and about Iraqi translators who flee to the United States in order to avoid persecution only to be turned away by the US government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time to wake up, people!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Refugees International calls this issue "the largest humanitarian &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and displacement crises in the world."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to look for pictures of Iraqi refugees in order to strengthen my point here, and came across this website called &lt;a href="http://www.thewe.cc/weplanet/news/middle_east/iraq/600000_deaths_in_iraq_continuing.htm#this_is_real"&gt;The WE&lt;/a&gt;. Now I haven't read through this website enough to say whether I agree with everything in it, but the site posts several newspaper articles with their corresponding photos. It is definitely something for all of us to read through in order to get a better understanding of what exactly is happening to the people of Iraq as a result of this war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To illustrate briefly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267239978175526018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SRj-2mXjdII/AAAAAAAAAoU/jqXeq2Drbb4/s320/destroyed_bicycle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267239985437704226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SRj-3Ba_gCI/AAAAAAAAAos/Iisd3TgmVFU/s320/iraq_refugees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267239986364931746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SRj-3E4D3qI/AAAAAAAAAok/GUfquhLHBdU/s320/iraq_refugee_children1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267239980945521826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SRj-2wr-PKI/AAAAAAAAAoc/PYzyX9Ek1aA/s320/iraq_refugee_children.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What can we do about it?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The truth is, there are actually a lot of things you can do help refugees all around the world. &lt;strong&gt;It all starts with getting to know the facts.&lt;/strong&gt; Once you have educated yourself, find one cause that you can see yourself committing to. Look for organizations, see what initiatives they're taking to alleviate the situation, and &lt;strong&gt;find out how you can contribute&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To get everyone started, take a look at the following sites:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refugees International&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.refugeesinternational.org/"&gt;http://www.refugeesinternational.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UK Refugee Services&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redcross.org.uk/TLC.asp?id=81617"&gt;http://www.redcross.org.uk/TLC.asp?id=81617&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lutheran Refugee Services&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lirs.org/"&gt;http://www.lirs.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aotearoa-New Zealand Refugee Services&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.refugeeservices.org.nz/"&gt;http://www.refugeeservices.org.nz/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United States Committee for Refugees and Immigrant Children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.refugees.org/"&gt;http://www.refugees.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church World Service Immigrant &amp;amp; Refugee Program&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.churchworldservice.org/Immigration/index.html"&gt;http://www.churchworldservice.org/Immigration/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women's Commission for Refugee Women &amp;amp; Children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.womenscommission.org/"&gt;http://www.womenscommission.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additional Links/Resources &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unhcr.org/cgi-bin/texis/vtx/protect?id=3b8265c7a"&gt;http://www.unhcr.org/cgi-bin/texis/vtx/protect?id=3b8265c7a&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Refugees"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Refugees&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Statelessness"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Statelessness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any questions or suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;Please do not hestitate to leave me a comment, here... in &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137669850648187989-5942332603556702769?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/5942332603556702769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=5942332603556702769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/5942332603556702769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/5942332603556702769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2008/11/place-called-home-for-refugees.html' title='A Place Called HOME for Refugees'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SRj-2mXjdII/AAAAAAAAAoU/jqXeq2Drbb4/s72-c/destroyed_bicycle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-1157211438586094525</id><published>2008-11-02T08:55:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:18:02.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Picking in Granite Springs, NY</title><content type='html'>It was a pleasant surprise to find out that there was another Filipino in my office - and one who graduated from the same University as I did! Eileen and I never met in college because she is two years my junior, so it was definitely fortuitous that we met at work in New York City, of all places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago, Eileen and I brought our husbands to a small get-together, and Vic (Eileen's husband) and Javi hit it off instantly. Even if they had only met, it was as if they grew up together in the same neighborhood in Manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the four of us have been going out to a few places - &lt;a href="http://www.momofuku.com/"&gt;Momofuku&lt;/a&gt; in Manhattan, a tour of their neighborhood in &lt;a href="http://money.cnn.com/galleries/2007/moneymag/0707/gallery.BPTL_highest_income.moneymag/2.html"&gt;Scarsdale&lt;/a&gt; and White Plains, and the latest one - &lt;a href="http://www.stuartsfarm.com/"&gt;Stuart's Fruit Farm&lt;/a&gt; in Granite Springs, NY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a map of Javi's and my route to Scarsdale, where we met Eileen and Vic, and then our route to Granite Springs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SQ29ee9ehUI/AAAAAAAAAoM/GnfqngXbEzc/s1600-h/map.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264071870870619458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SQ29ee9ehUI/AAAAAAAAAoM/GnfqngXbEzc/s320/map.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The scenery on the way was quite beautiful! This was definitely another great way to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city, as well as spend time with great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264065773249979970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SQ237jjbZkI/AAAAAAAAAm8/wRKLnuXE3ec/s320/IMG_1375.JPG" border="0" /&gt; When we finally got to the Farm, we were greeted by bushels of apples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264061405877557314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SQ2z9V0s2EI/AAAAAAAAAls/jt80GfDNGZw/s320/IMG_1400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We all joked about how we would just buy these (above) so we wouldn't have to exert any effort in actually picking the apples!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264066744603382466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SQ240GIIEsI/AAAAAAAAAns/3PwIjBQKpyo/s320/IMG_1394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the four of us were there for a purpose! To PICK apples! So off we went, up a pretty steep hill, to get to the trees. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264064721969895730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SQ22-XOuWTI/AAAAAAAAAmk/EsMGCDYbSJQ/s320/IMG_1360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, true to the nature of being Filipino, Eileen and I stopped to take pictures first!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264065801181399474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SQ239LmzCbI/AAAAAAAAAnc/w7bz3m1mSjY/s320/IMG_1393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264061411518289410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SQ2z9q1jlgI/AAAAAAAAAl0/-3oJLmOwMPE/s320/IMG_1358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264064726375530322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SQ22-npG_1I/AAAAAAAAAms/WByidc3lrso/s320/IMG_1361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok seriously, we knew had to get to work! So here is Vic, trying to pick his first apple:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264064703753310434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SQ229TXjUOI/AAAAAAAAAmU/eyobgsYMzg4/s320/DSC_0815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did it pass Eileen's inspection??? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264061416542185570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SQ2z99jWKGI/AAAAAAAAAl8/vijSa52iTiQ/s320/IMG_1369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's Javi, picking one, too:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264061423149270706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SQ2z-WKmRrI/AAAAAAAAAmM/I_3WfOHY2Fs/s320/IMG_1371b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took a shot of a kid trying his luck at his own juicy red:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264065785228736706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SQ238QLYuMI/AAAAAAAAAnE/8K2U8A2mGGg/s320/IMG_1376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Javi took one of another kid trying to get her own apple:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264061420847561026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SQ2z-Nl0-UI/AAAAAAAAAmE/OfdgAFcsYnE/s320/DSC_0811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How many apples are in this picture? Can you tell me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264064734553377778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SQ22_GG3C_I/AAAAAAAAAm0/WLFwvZrhyds/s320/IMG_1370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a few hours, we were finally able to fill our 1/2 bushel bags, and headed back down that hill. Here's a picture of the two long-lost friends before our descent:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264065797493410642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SQ23893gy1I/AAAAAAAAAnU/ehOmSaOPkj0/s320/IMG_1390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back at the shop, Javi bought dressing, while Vic bought cider for his mom and brother:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264066753266778002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SQ240mZo_5I/AAAAAAAAAn0/o4qYKJa_yA0/s320/IMG_1402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While Eileen was also buying her &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/rothfilm/2493235046/"&gt;microwaveable popcorn on a cob&lt;/a&gt;, I took a few more shots of the farm:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264066760063065762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SQ240_uAHqI/AAAAAAAAAn8/V0f6SOUfhBQ/s320/IMG_1409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264066759738526210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SQ240-goCgI/AAAAAAAAAoE/j24uX2jj4Vs/s320/IMG_1408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will end this string of photos with what I believe is the most picturesque of all of them:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264065797399633314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SQ2389hJ3aI/AAAAAAAAAnM/w7P1w6ZQxrU/s320/IMG_1389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If only, Eileen and Vic, and Javi and I can live in a town like this while working in Manhattan. With a beautiful setting like this, and great neighbors like Eileen and Vic, who &lt;em&gt;wouldn't&lt;/em&gt; enjoy getting up in the morning everyday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137669850648187989-1157211438586094525?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/1157211438586094525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=1157211438586094525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/1157211438586094525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/1157211438586094525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2008/11/apple-picking-in-granite-springs-ny.html' title='Apple Picking in Granite Springs, NY'/><author><name>K</name><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/_MOCfrEYPhck/SQ29ee9ehUI/AAAAAAAAAoM/GnfqngXbEzc/s72-c/map.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-1928913457404503091</id><published>2008-10-26T10:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T10:22:29.677-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Presenting: Noel's Movie Trailer!!!</title><content type='html'>Hello, All! I am still alive, but have not been wanting to look at a computer screen whenever I get home - hence, the hiatus. But since I have very exciting news for everyone, I MUST make an entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My amazingly talented brother-in-law can finally show us the trailer of the movie he has been working on for the past 2 years. And I am more than proud to present it here in my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel did the backgrounds, the 3-headed monster, and the Mom. Check-it-out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LA-EOy00ZQM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LA-EOy00ZQM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the movie's website: &lt;a href="http://www.therpgmovie.com/"&gt;http://www.therpgmovie.com/&lt;/a&gt;.  Click on the arrow on the notebook, then click on each character, and you'll see them come to life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The website isn't complete yet, and the movie isn't set to come out until next year, so Javi and I have a few more months to wait in suspense before it finally comes out.  When it does, I'm throwing some sort of celebration!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137669850648187989-1928913457404503091?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/1928913457404503091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=1928913457404503091' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/1928913457404503091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/1928913457404503091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2008/10/presenting-noels-movie-trailer.html' title='Presenting: Noel&apos;s Movie Trailer!!!'/><author><name>K</name><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-137669850648187989.post-6929217902563608122</id><published>2008-09-04T19:42:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:34:21.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holly Makes a Change</title><content type='html'>I've mentioned my friend Holly in this blog several times before, mainly because she is the inspiration for me starting a blog in the first place! So now it's time to devote an entry to her and use this as an opportunity to promote her blog, &lt;a href="http://gonnamakeachange.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gonna Make a Change&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't very often that I meet someone for the first time and know that the two of us are going to get along. (Case in point, Patti ;) ) But the minute I met Holly, I already knew she was cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242317810046300530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SMB0RfODcXI/AAAAAAAAAcc/GxERJ5pvAwQ/s320/IMG_0574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Perhaps it's because both of us love Literature, but I honestly believe it is more because this is the impression Holly makes with everyone she meets. Holly is extremely personable, and she definitely goes out of her way to make the people she is with as comfortable as possible. This is what I've observed of her, whether it be engaging in a meaningful discussion with high-level speakers at a conference, or chatting with a bunch co-workers over lunch. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now, Holly is using her fantastic personality to make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She established her blog earlier in the year in order to share her experiences with a non-profit called &lt;a href="http://www.mayanfamilies.org/"&gt;Mayan Families Guatemala&lt;/a&gt;. She and her husand Michael visited Guatemala shortly after publishing her first few entries, where they met the two young ladies they are sponsors of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SMB9DOu9fmI/AAAAAAAAAck/heNKzEgas28/s1600-h/Candelaria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242327460707401314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SMB9DOu9fmI/AAAAAAAAAck/heNKzEgas28/s320/Candelaria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SMB9DT83RxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/HPUhRbZw9xw/s1600-h/Juana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242327462107891474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SMB9DT83RxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/HPUhRbZw9xw/s320/Juana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple fell in love with Latin America, and Holly was so enthused to return that she made plans to go back within less than a few months! This time, she wanted to be prepared, and had "blog cards" made (I refuse to call them business cards because business connotes &lt;em&gt;office work... blah!&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly knew she would meet fellow travelers, and was excited about the prospect of making friends with them and promoting the work that must be done to help the less fortunate. Her second trip to Latin America took her specifically to Tlaquepaque, which is an enthralling town that excites the eye with its vibrant colors, and lures the traveler in with its rich culture... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SMB9DrCvrDI/AAAAAAAAAc0/1HDcRUoXrco/s1600-h/Mexico-July2008-Sunday041-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242327468306574386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SMB9DrCvrDI/AAAAAAAAAc0/1HDcRUoXrco/s320/Mexico-July2008-Sunday041-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;... not that I've ever been there&lt;/em&gt;! ;-) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But Holly's ability to painstakingly write every interesting detail about the places she's been and experiences she's had makes her readers feel as if they were actually there themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly is also a very thoughtful person. Javi and I had just moved into a new apartment when she visited Guadalajara. So when she came across a little store that sold household decorations, she was kind enough to buy us a precious little housewarming gift. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242317802577322818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SMB0RDZT40I/AAAAAAAAAcU/uVKQHDW-tyI/s320/Mexico-July+2008-Thursday+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The crafts shop in Guadalajara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242317795260189074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SMB0QoIxSZI/AAAAAAAAAcE/kcXhZMjFc2o/s320/IMG_1202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;All the way from Guadalajara, Holly's thoughtful present made it to our New York City kitchen ;)&lt;br /&gt;And now, everytime I see it, I not only look forwad to the opportunity to make it to Guadalajara myself someday, but am also reminded that every day, in some way, we can all make a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gonnamakeachange.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://gonnamakeachange.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guatemala is a Latin American country, separate from Mexico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guadalajara is a city, and Tlaquepaque is neighboring a village.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They are both in the state of Jalisco, in Mexico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137669850648187989-6929217902563608122?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/6929217902563608122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=6929217902563608122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/6929217902563608122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/6929217902563608122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2008/09/holly-makes-change.html' title='Holly Makes a Change'/><author><name>K</name><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/_MOCfrEYPhck/SMB0RfODcXI/AAAAAAAAAcc/GxERJ5pvAwQ/s72-c/IMG_0574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-8866827922928098978</id><published>2008-09-02T20:13:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:33:18.833-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Labor Day Weekend at Port Jefferson</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SL3vbkc2t-I/AAAAAAAAAas/1if5VkQAkXo/s1600-h/DSC_0618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241608798249334754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SL3vbkc2t-I/AAAAAAAAAas/1if5VkQAkXo/s320/DSC_0618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sipping a smoothie at &lt;a href="http://www.toastcoffeehouse.com/"&gt;Toast Coffee House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;What do you do on the last long weekend of summer? Javi and I had been searching online for out-of-state travel options, but couldn't seem to find the right place that would also fit within our budget. It's a good thing, though, that &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/gonnamakeachange.blogspot.com"&gt;Holly&lt;/a&gt; suggested we go somewhere within New York, but outside of the city. Great idea, Javi and I thought... why hadn't we thought of that?? Why go far when there is so much to discover in our own state?!&lt;/p&gt;So Javs and I looked for places that we could travel to without a car, and came across the website of &lt;a href="http://www.danfords.com/"&gt;Danfords Hotel and Marina&lt;/a&gt; in Port Jefferson, Long Island. The hotel looked promising on the website, and the reviews on &lt;a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com/"&gt;TripAdvisor&lt;/a&gt; were pretty good, so Javi and I booked an overnight stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi and I left for Penn Station Sunday morning, boarded the LIRR (Long Island Rail Road), and rode until the last stop (Port Jeff). We had to switch trains halfway through, but the whole train ride took a total of only 2 hours. Once we arrived at the Port Jeff train station, all we had to do was cross the street to &lt;a href="http://local.yahoo.com/info-27807676-island-wide-transportation-port-jefferson?csz=Port+Jefferson%2C+NY+11777"&gt;Island Wide Taxi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taxi ride consisted of 5minutes driving down Main Street, and as we got farther away from the train station, more and more little shops started to pop up. The busier the village got, the closer we were to the marina. Before we knew it, we were right in front of the Danfords Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241587646067938290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SL3cMWb0k_I/AAAAAAAAAac/SQJ7AgsHRFo/s320/IMG_1289.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The front porch of our hotel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241587642223486306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SL3cMIHO5WI/AAAAAAAAAaM/NWnVdzOLiZE/s320/IMG_1292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241587641342195586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SL3cME1Hd4I/AAAAAAAAAaU/WxRd4xVjPvA/s320/IMG_1296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Below: The hotel lounge room at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SL3cLlqtMZI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ZYorf3IwLck/s1600-h/IMG_1274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241587632977031570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SL3cLlqtMZI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ZYorf3IwLck/s320/IMG_1274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SL3cL4L_UxI/AAAAAAAAAaE/bFVOJFHqLdo/s1600-h/IMG_1273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241587637948470034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SL3cL4L_UxI/AAAAAAAAAaE/bFVOJFHqLdo/s320/IMG_1273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at Port Jeff at about 12:00 noon, so naturally, we were hungry for lunch! Here's a view of the port from the Steamroom: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241583475728116498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SL3YZmtU6xI/AAAAAAAAAY0/KWbl3NmjRuY/s320/IMG_1214.JPG" border="0" /&gt; What is the &lt;a href="http://steamroomrestaurant.com/"&gt;Steamroom&lt;/a&gt;, you may ask? It is a casual restaurant that serves cheap and delicious seafood! Here are a couple of shots of Javi with his oysters and lobster:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241583468454077378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SL3YZLnD48I/AAAAAAAAAYs/o2PoqH8PH4I/s320/IMG_1213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241583477142000210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SL3YZr-bElI/AAAAAAAAAY8/eogJF2G27Uk/s320/IMG_1219.JPG" border="0" /&gt; If you're going to check-in to the Danfords, keep in mind that check-in time is at 4pm. Since Javi and I had about 3 hours to go before we could actually see our hotel room, we decided take a better look at Main Street on foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241583480618764770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SL3YZ47WSeI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Jk-SHR_7imY/s320/IMG_1222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;What we saw was a quaint little town of artisan shops that sold everything from religious decorations, to pet accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241583485678780322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SL3YaLxv_6I/AAAAAAAAAZM/7LIKgVqXN_4/s320/IMG_1223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I was able to even buy my sister a locket at a shop called &lt;a href="http://www.antiquehotspots.com/dlrDetail.asp?id=1103&amp;amp;doFrame=1"&gt;Pattern Finders&lt;/a&gt; (picture below). The lady at the store was such a sweetheart, and took so much time and effort into fixing the locket neatly into its box, and then tying a purple ribbon around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241608789800127650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SL3vbE-aDKI/AAAAAAAAAak/8eId891W3_o/s320/DSC_0596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wasn't the only shutterbug on this trip. Below are a few photos of sites that caught Javi's eye:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241616133389933970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SL32Gh-p3ZI/AAAAAAAAAb0/IVTsotXbRh8/s320/DSC_0510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241616113795511794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SL32FY--tfI/AAAAAAAAAbc/ZVayb6Or1Ts/s320/DSC_0503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241585730605323106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SL3ac2x8k2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/8CYxKMPNmhM/s320/IMG_1227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241608806336035554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SL3vcCk3-uI/AAAAAAAAAa0/M3c2NJaOjtQ/s320/DSC_0603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241616117387009890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SL32FmXQn2I/AAAAAAAAAbk/AvlgrCq5ND0/s320/DSC_0526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241616124886839954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SL32GCTW8pI/AAAAAAAAAbs/oum-wlNfaDw/s320/DSC_0602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241616139393681298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SL32G4WDx5I/AAAAAAAAAb8/xBBkp8EfJ8E/s320/DSC_0522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SL3adOO7C2I/AAAAAAAAAZc/fUxoHc1K7b8/s1600-h/IMG_1235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241585736900873058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SL3adOO7C2I/AAAAAAAAAZc/fUxoHc1K7b8/s320/IMG_1235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Below: &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.pjvillagecenter.com"&gt;Port Jefferson Village Center&lt;/a&gt;, where they hold art exhibits, car shows, and even weddings. Mary Anne was the nice lady who gave us a brief background on the town, including information about the Dickens Festival, which is held every first week of December.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SL3adSTAWlI/AAAAAAAAAZk/WOeRhwvjkps/s1600-h/IMG_1237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241585737991739986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SL3adSTAWlI/AAAAAAAAAZk/WOeRhwvjkps/s320/IMG_1237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Here's a video I found featuring the Dickens Festival:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H7oYPBNSeC8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H7oYPBNSeC8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after having walked through Main Street AND East Main Street, it was 4pm. We checked in and because we were so exhausted from walking in the heat, Javi and I took a little nap in the room. When we woke up, it was time for dinner! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;During our day walk, we had noticed a Spanish restaurant called &lt;a href="http://costadeespana.com/"&gt;Costa de Espana&lt;/a&gt;. Although its main entrance was along another street, we decided to enter through the more interesting way (to the left of the picture, where the trees are, there's a stairway that goes down to the restaurant):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241585745588367698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SL3adumLsVI/AAAAAAAAAZs/B5EPLxX4GJo/s320/IMG_1239.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Javi was so excited because he loves Spanish food and always has to see if the cooking is at par with the food his family would have when they used to have dinner with his Abuela. A particular favorite of his is the Paella at the old &lt;a href="http://www.alba.com.ph/history.htm"&gt;Alba's&lt;/a&gt; restaurant in Manila. So as expected, Javi had Paella Valenciana (seafood), while I had Pollo al Ajillo (chicken with garlic). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When asked if Costa de Espana's paella met his expectations, he replied "It's okay... but I still miss Alba's." Yeah, okay... he tells me this after he practically finished the entire casserole that night! :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here we are after dinner. Special thanks to the waiter who insisted that he get the poster behind us as a background!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SL3ad5nETGI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/BebPM_AdwFI/s1600-h/IMG_1254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241585748544867426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SL3ad5nETGI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/BebPM_AdwFI/s320/IMG_1254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So to end this entry, here are 3 comments on our overall experience:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Port Jeff is a lovely village with friendly people and a lot of history. It reminds me of how the fictional vilage, Stars Hollow, is depicted in the TV series, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gilmore_Girls"&gt;Gilmore Girls&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, unless you have a car, you can't really explore the rest of the county, which they say is quite scenic. If you don't have a car, a day trip is most recommended, as you can explore the town (the important part of it, anyway) in even half a day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. There is a ferry that offers to take folks to Bridgeport, CT. I was told by a colleague of mine who lives several minutes away from Bridgeport to NOT go there, as Bridgeport is not at all safe, nor is it a scenic place to explore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. For those of you who are interested in visiting Port Jeff for a day or two, check out the Port Jefferson Village Center website at &lt;a href="http://www.pjvillagecenter.com/"&gt;http://www.pjvillagecenter.com/&lt;/a&gt;, as they normally have weekend events. Case in point: next Sunday, they're having a car show! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All in all, it was a great experience to get away from the city for a couple of days. Because of its small-town charm, Javi and I may go back again for a day trip this time, or maybe join in on the Dickens Festival this year... I just wonder how weird Javi and I would look in those costumes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137669850648187989-8866827922928098978?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/8866827922928098978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=8866827922928098978' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/8866827922928098978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/8866827922928098978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2008/09/labor-day-weekend-at-port-jefferson.html' title='Labor Day Weekend at Port Jefferson'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SL3vbkc2t-I/AAAAAAAAAas/1if5VkQAkXo/s72-c/DSC_0618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-112737330164552417</id><published>2008-08-24T17:51:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:47:36.742-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Away from Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SLHsM8zy4oI/AAAAAAAAAYk/ut5usFqx9aU/s1600-h/Westgate+Hotel+Room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238227548834554498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SLHsM8zy4oI/AAAAAAAAAYk/ut5usFqx9aU/s320/Westgate+Hotel+Room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was assigned to go to San Diego for work last week, and we were set up in a swanky hotel called the &lt;a href="http://www.westgatehotel.com/"&gt;Westgate&lt;/a&gt;. And because we are in the business of producing conferences, my colleagues and I were able to feast on the hotel's fantastic lunches in an outdoor terrace. One lunch menu, for example, consisted of Greek Salad, NY Strip Steak, and Apple Strudel. The food was not only delicious, but it was also great to have been waited on like that after working hard for a conference.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238207404474893602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SLHZ4ZOMBSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/91v73yabK28/s320/IMG_1072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The hotel was absolutely gorgeous. I'm not one to compliment, but I had never said the word "lovely" so many times in a day before! Downtown San Diego on its own is a fantastic place with perfect whether, but once you step into the Westgate, you feel like you are in the French Renaissance, and you feel like any minute, you'll meet the Three Musketeers or something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238207407716030626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SLHZ4lS72KI/AAAAAAAAAXM/5kfifhDTS6Y/s320/IMG_1071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After a long day of talking with delegates and speakers, my colleauges, Joanna and Jonathan, and I decided to have dinner. We ate at a tex-mex restaurant at the far end of the Gaslamp Quarter (I've forgotten the name). The food was pretty good, but nothing out of the ordinary, really.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238207423623644882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SLHZ5gjmxtI/AAAAAAAAAXk/O71TgLoGXdo/s320/IMG_1079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;What caught Joanna's attention after dinner, though, was a newly-opened ice cream store called &lt;a href="http://www.chocolatsandiego.com/"&gt;Chocolat&lt;/a&gt;. Their display of goodies and treats was outstanding! We were having a hard time choosing which flavor we wanted for our scoop! I was particularly torn between their Rhum Chocolat and Hazelnut Chocolat. It's a great thing that Jonathan noticed how the servers were allowing people to get two flavors for one scoop, so I got half Rhum and half Hazelnut!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chocolatsandiego.com/ChocolatMenu.pdf"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238208479201450162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SLHa28492LI/AAAAAAAAAXs/W3S3amynBNU/s320/IMG_1081.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Click the picture above for their menu in pdf format. Come on! You know you want to!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tuesday was the last full day I was going to be there, so after the conference, I was able to tour the &lt;a href="http://www.gaslamp.org/"&gt;Gaslamp Quarter&lt;/a&gt; a little more. It's a quaint shopping and dining area, probably a quarter of the size of Midtown Manhattan, and is walking distance from the Westgate. For a New Yorker, going through every Avenue and Street is a very easy feat. And I did in fact want to go through everything, but when I took a look at the map before I headed out, I realized that the only real activity existed along 5th Avenue.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238207419343209122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SLHZ5QnEgqI/AAAAAAAAAXc/K7SYno79vCI/s320/IMG_1162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So up and down 5th Ave I went, where I saw a vintage car dealership called &lt;a href="http://www.bhmotorcars.com/"&gt;Bevery Hills Cars&lt;/a&gt; -something I know the Cortes men would have loved to have seen, a Ghirardelli chocolate shop, and a few other interesting stores - some as common as Starbucks, while some local like a pajamas store called &lt;a href="http://www.bubblesboutique.com/"&gt;Bubbles Botique&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238207410848019842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SLHZ4w9qNYI/AAAAAAAAAXU/xd2rSHOI-DE/s320/IMG_1171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SLHa3GQb6xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/fYkJsz5gPMw/s1600-h/IMG_1180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238208481715809042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SLHa3GQb6xI/AAAAAAAAAX0/fYkJsz5gPMw/s320/IMG_1180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All in all, going up and down this 5th Avenue is quite different from its NY counterpart. Here, the pace is much slower, people are more laid-back, and the weather is in no way oppressive. If San Diego's 5th Avenue were any longer, and my pockets were deeper, I wouldn't mind strolling up and down and buying little trinkets in every cute shop I'd pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SLHa3uFQMAI/AAAAAAAAAX8/ZQ-mglaQTNg/s1600-h/IMG_1181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238208492406321154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SLHa3uFQMAI/AAAAAAAAAX8/ZQ-mglaQTNg/s320/IMG_1181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I even spotted a Philippine Library and Museum, which I attempted to go into, only to find out that it was closed. Unfortunately. So with Manila on the brain now, I ended up going into the souvenir shop next door, where I bought shirts and caps for my sister, Dad and Lolo (Grandfather) back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SLHa3wOkA4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/SqxGZbQ3Nlg/s1600-h/IMG_1175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238208492982240130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SLHa3wOkA4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/SqxGZbQ3Nlg/s320/IMG_1175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At this part of my short trek, I had reached pretty much the end of 5th Avenue, so I decided to head back to the hotel. On the way back, though, I decided to check out &lt;a href="http://www.westfield.com/hortonplaza/index.html"&gt;Westfield Horton Plaza&lt;/a&gt;, which is a mall that looks very similar to some shopping complexes in Manila - &lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/452620787_307801e899.jpg"&gt;Alabang Town Center&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/22865960_9faa9ab838.jpg"&gt;Eastwood City&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2228/1589570562_6b99cbb457.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://designcognito.blogspot.com/2007/11/fort-bonifacio-global-city.html&amp;amp;h=238&amp;amp;w=500&amp;amp;sz=131&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=3&amp;amp;sig2=sJa8xHRD0PpCGAQVWTyZpg&amp;amp;usg=__J71DBUacIF6-ZaBIqfnnN1pI_8U=&amp;amp;tbnid=29klf3B7P36woM:&amp;amp;tbnh=62&amp;amp;tbnw=130&amp;amp;ei=R-qxSOihBaGceoa84Z4B&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dfort%2Bbonifacio%2Bglobal%2Bcity%26hl%3Den%26rlz%3D1T4WZPA_en___US285"&gt;The Fort &lt;/a&gt;(short for Fort Bonifacio Global City). The funniest thing, too, was that while walking around Horton Plaza, there were at least 3 Filipino families that I came across who were speaking to each other in Filipino. It was at this point that I knew I was quite fond of San Diego for its similarities to my hometown, but I was also starting to feel very &lt;strong&gt;homesick&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238227544589113586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SLHsMs_mmPI/AAAAAAAAAYU/v03-SpA6akE/s320/IMG_1186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238227544210656354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SLHsMrlXzGI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Y8StmVcM5XM/s320/IMG_1187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238208495816807602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SLHa36yYFLI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6VU6hLNo3vM/s320/IMG_1185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Homesick&lt;/strong&gt;... which home, though?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137669850648187989-112737330164552417?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/112737330164552417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=112737330164552417' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/112737330164552417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/112737330164552417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2008/08/home-away-from-home.html' title='Home Away from Home'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SLHsM8zy4oI/AAAAAAAAAYk/ut5usFqx9aU/s72-c/Westgate+Hotel+Room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-4436765234885604775</id><published>2008-08-24T01:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T02:10:08.838-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back-to-Back Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This entry's a two-for-one because you really can't talk about one person without talking about the other.  This entry, I speak of my Brother-in-law and his girlfriend and my good friend, Rissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SLDyPUXwr7I/AAAAAAAAAW8/xxj6iGQzTkg/s1600-h/Rissa+Grad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SLDyPUXwr7I/AAAAAAAAAW8/xxj6iGQzTkg/s320/Rissa+Grad.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237952711612215218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Noel and Rissa at MA Humanities Graduation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I've mentioned how Noel is an animator, but I haven't told you about his being a musician, or how I met him for that matter.  Like his brother, we were in one class together (Theology with Fr. Bernal), and he hung out at Le Chuck's a lot as well.  We were also both part of a small school organization called CODA (Cultural Organization for the Devlopment of the Arts), where he was a guitarist, and I was a singer.  We ended up in the same band somehow, so I got to rehearse and perform with him a few times.  Later on, he found out I had a crush on his brother, so he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;gave me a little chat about making sure I don't break his brother's heart and stuff.  Awwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;That's Noel for you- if he likes you, he will always look out for you, as he did his brother that day.  He's also a great brother - I asked him and a few other friends to perform "Love of My Life" by Carlos Santana and Dave Matthews for our Engagement Party, and he rehearsed until the very last minute to get his guitar solo just right.  (This performance was a surprise for Javi, so Javs was wondering why the heck Noel kept playing the guitar when he should have been getting ready for the party!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BA266naCH_0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BA266naCH_0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The original version of Love of My Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;His girlfriend, Rissa, is another sweet and thoughtful person.  They are indeed a perfect match.  I had the priviledge of getting to know her better when I went back to school to get my Master's Degree.  As it turned out, she and I were going to be in the same classes for the next two years! The first few classes I went to, I felt a little akward because I was older than most of them (Reese is 2 years younger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; than me), but she made me feel so welcome by introducing me to all her friends as her "sister-in-law," and always saving me a seat in class (I'd always come in late because I'd rush to get to class from work).  As our friendship grew, we ended up just calling each other "sis" ;)  It was only fitting because she and I had a lot of the same interests - mostly literature, and Corteses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Javi left for the US, and I stayed b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ehind, Rissa and Noel were there to keep me company, to give me advice, and to offer me solace for the times that I missed Javi so much.  I truly felt like we were already one family because of the love and care they showed me, and there is nothing Javi or I wouldn't do to reciprocate that love and thoughtfulness toward them. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sis/Ate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  I'll try to post some of Noel's artwork if I can get them from him and he lets me post them here.&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/137669850648187989-4436765234885604775?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/4436765234885604775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=4436765234885604775' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/4436765234885604775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/4436765234885604775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='Back-to-Back Edition'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SLDyPUXwr7I/AAAAAAAAAW8/xxj6iGQzTkg/s72-c/Rissa+Grad.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-5125837868999434538</id><published>2008-08-19T12:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T12:20:39.532-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Segue to my next post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I often take a look at the Philippine Daily Inquirer to read news from the Philippines, and I came across an interesting article about a Filipino animator at Pixar.  It is particularly interesting to me because my brother in law, Noel, is an animator at a studio in Manila.  His work is phenomenal, and a lot of people see his potential to become a great animator for a much bigger studio oversees.  But before I get into too much detail about him and his girlfriend, Rissa, here is the article:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://showbizandstyle.inquirer.net/entertainment/entertainment/view/20080819-155640/A-Pinoy-at-Pixar"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="fontheadline"  &gt;A Pinoy at Pixar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                         &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="fontbyline"  &gt;Philippine Daily Inquirer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="fonttimestamp"  &gt;First Posted 20:08:00 08/19/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                         &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LOS ANGELES, California—Chris Chua, 29-year-old Filipino-American animator at Pixar Animation Studios, makes things look easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When we interviewed him at Pixar’s sprawling Emeryville office, Chris casually rattled off things about his career. Unintentionally, he made his rise in the animation world sound simple—which, of course, was not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“I went to California Institute of the Arts in Valencia for college, joined DreamWorks, transferred to Pixar and then got assigned to do my first Pixar movie, which is ‘Wall-E,’ ” he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He added, “I always look forward to coming to work because the people I work with here are just so passionate about everything.” And so is Chris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“It’s great working here,” he stressed. “Everyday, no matter how tired I am, I always look forward to coming to work.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loving it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Work” for Chris means doing what he loves, donning casual clothes everyday, or riding a bike, scooter or rollerblades around the office. In his “free time,” he may take some “enrichment” courses at Pixar University.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Wall-E,” the latest film from Academy Award-winning writer-director Andrew Stanton (“Finding Nemo”), is about the last robot left on earth to clean up the trash that mankind has left behind. It is a very timely and relevant movie about the environment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chris, who has a Bachelor of Fine Arts in 2-D Animation from Cal Arts, explained the look of “Wall-E,” which is unlike other Pixar movies: It is monochromatic at times and has almost no dialogue in some scenes—an animator’s dream, or nightmare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Some animations are bleak and have a doomsday feel to them,” Chris said. “For ‘Wall-E,’ I think there are moments when it is very colorful and entertaining. For me, it is totally a dream project because, as an animator, you are taught that pantomime comes first. All the great scenes happen when you turn off the volume and you know exactly what is going on even without sound coming from the characters’ mouths. The visuals take center stage. We do not have to deal with voices. Just the fact that these emotions can come from this little robot with simple eyes is fulfilling—you can do so much with so little.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chris, who got married last year, joined the Pixar team last November as a fix animator for “Wall-E.” He takes shots from the films that have already been animated and polishes them up for final use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He explained his job further: “Mainly, I assist the animator. For example, you have an animator who has Wall-E going left and right on the screen, but he wants him to go a little slower. So he would come to me and ask me to make Wall-E slow down. I already have the main scene going on in front of me. I just need to adjust it. Sometimes it is very easy, like they will say, ‘Okay, add one blink here.’ Other times, it is more involved and they will completely change everything. I will have to do those changes as well. Then I get them approved by my supervisor. If it’s a bigger change, then the director has to see it since it’s his movie.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The animator, born in Manila to a Chinese father and a half-Filipino mother, moved to the US at age 10. He said he’s the only artist in the family. Dad William is a banker while mom Juliet was a secretary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was during high school that Chris discovered his love for drawing. “I loved to draw and enjoyed watching cartoons and movies,” he recalled. “My teacher told me that I could do this for a living. She said that there is a school in Southern California called the California Institute for the Arts. I think it was right before high school ended when I saw ‘Toy Story.’ That changed everything for me. That was when I set my goal of becoming an animator. Once I had seen more Pixar films, I got more convinced.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Asked if it was hard for him as a Filipino-Chinese to break into Hollywood, Chris replied, “In this profession, especially animation, it’s not so much about race. There is no real race barrier. It is just about how much work you put in.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Previous work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Prior to joining Pixar, Chris worked as an animator at DreamWorks Animation on various projects, including “Sinbad,” “Shark Tale” and “Flushed Away.” In the Bay Area, he had a short stint at LucasArts working on the video game project, “Star Wars: The Force Unleashed.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Wall-E” is his first Pixar movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He recently got promoted as animator on Pixar’s latest film, “UP” which will be directed by Pete Docter (“Monsters Inc.”) and is due out next May. He and wife Joy recently moved from Emeryville to North Berkeley where they just bought a house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Asked how it was working with director Andrew Stanton, Chris said, “Andrew knows what he wants. He may feel things out a couple of times as he will see it and say, ‘That’s not what I want, let us do this.’ But a lot of times, he has a good eye for filmmaking and detail. With him, a movie almost feels like a live-action film just with the way the camera moves.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As for the Pixar culture, Chris exclaims, “It’s great!” He added, “The movies they make here are ‘director-driven’ as opposed to ‘public-driven.’ In the same way that I am more passionate when something comes from the heart. You feel like when it comes from the director’s soul, you feel like it comes across. That, more than anything else, is what makes Pixar great.” &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nepales&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;!-- Content Table End --&gt;&lt;!--[*cebu*]--&gt;                                  &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fonttext"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Copyright 2008 Philippine Daily Inquirer. All rights reserved.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137669850648187989-5125837868999434538?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/5125837868999434538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=5125837868999434538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/5125837868999434538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/5125837868999434538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2008/08/segue-to-my-next-post.html' title='Segue to my next post'/><author><name>K</name><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-137669850648187989.post-436614538682801005</id><published>2008-08-19T01:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T02:26:08.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Patti</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All right, so it's been a while (again) since I've made an entry. But I'm back to continue my "I Love My Friends!" series. I realize, though, that I'd have an awful lot of friends to feature if I were to make sure to not leave anyone out, so I've decided to make each testimonial a little bit shorter than the one I made for Javi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me introduce you to my best friend, Patti. Who, by the way, was told to pose like so by a group of friends. She is not in the least bit the type to walk around her one hand on her hip, and that's what is so great about her - she is very down-to-earth and straightforward. You have to respect her for her candor because one thing she absolutely hates is BS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236108427369168978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SKpk32LEwFI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Td2ripanjT8/s320/Patti+India" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back in our Freshman year of high school, the one thing she hated was ME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Patti and I were classmates then, and we didn't get off to a great start. We ended up being partners for the Swing (yes, the dance) for Freshman PE class, and we hated each other so much that we kept tugging on each others' arms. Oh boy. Those were the days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eventually, we got over ourselves and started talking about things we actually had in common - like our fascination with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0104040/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Cutting Edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (Moira Kelley and DB Sweeney), writing, listening to music, and a certain boyband that never quite made it to the US market ;) But in our defense, they were quite popular in England! Honest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College passed, and we began working together at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ayalamuseum.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ayala Museum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. This is where I saw how amazing Patti was at doing her job. I mean, I was her classmate and seatmate even for two years, so I knew she was efficient and well-organized, but seeing her actually at work made me so proud of her... and so honored to be her best friend. She certainly puts all her heart and soul in a project if she feels it is actually worth her time. As a person, that is how she handles herself - she commands respect from the people around her, but is also very eager to please you if she knows you are worthy of her respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, Patti is a Communications Specialist at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.acesaatchi.com.ph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ace Saatchi &amp;amp; Saatchi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, as well as a freelance consultant, where she has completed jobs such as the PR campaign for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://manila.peninsula.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peninsula Manila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (yes, right before it got smashed into by a military personnel carrier) and has gone to India for a client project. Her job and projects have the fantastic perks of schmoozing with the uppercrust of Manila and traveling to fantastic cities, and I believe she truly deserves it. Patti is creative and hardworking, but is most importantly a wonderful friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P, here's to you and to more travels around the world! May one of your projects lead you in the direction of New York City!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137669850648187989-436614538682801005?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/436614538682801005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=436614538682801005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/436614538682801005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/436614538682801005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2008/08/meet-patti.html' title='Meet Patti'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SKpk32LEwFI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Td2ripanjT8/s72-c/Patti+India' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-8176056952276417715</id><published>2008-08-04T00:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T00:05:35.057-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jo Koy Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Here's another one about his mom :D  Hilarious!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_o4QHC5pON8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_o4QHC5pON8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137669850648187989-8176056952276417715?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/8176056952276417715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=8176056952276417715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/8176056952276417715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/8176056952276417715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2008/08/jo-koy-part-2.html' title='Jo Koy Part 2'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-2335767998654809463</id><published>2008-08-03T23:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T23:57:17.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Pinoy Comedian Jo Koy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8iCddCyB4Sg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8iCddCyB4Sg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;While I'm working on my next "I Love My Friends!" feature, here's a great Filipino comedian named Jo Koy for your entertainment.  He is so hilarious when he talks about his mom.  (My Mom and Aunts should get a kick out of this!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And Holly, you should enjoy the 2nd half of this video ;)  Enjoy, folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137669850648187989-2335767998654809463?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/2335767998654809463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=2335767998654809463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/2335767998654809463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/2335767998654809463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2008/08/meet-pinoy-comedian-jo-koy.html' title='Meet Pinoy Comedian Jo Koy'/><author><name>K</name><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-137669850648187989.post-2219519379936118879</id><published>2008-08-01T23:33:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T00:58:49.714-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow - it has been two weeks since my last entry! My Aunt and Uncle were here for a visit last July 16th, and then last weekend was the housewarming!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Unfortunately, Javi and I were enjoying our guests' company so much that we had completely forgotten to bring out the camera! It probably would have been an akward photo session though ;) I often have to remind myself that I am not with my high school mates, who have learned the art of spotting a camera and jumping to the front of the group for the best exposure possible. Well, then again, my friend from high school, Cara, was there last Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The housewarming was ok, I guess. I suppose our guests would have to be the ones to say how it went because I was pretty much busy making sure that everyone was picked up from the lobby and that the food would not burn to a crisp. ;) But I did love the little presents we got - candles, gorgeous plates, and a cute Mexican handicraft for the kitchen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I also definitely enjoyed the company! Although most of the couples had never met each other before, I want to mention that they were the ideal group of friends to have warmed up our new home. So for those of you who came, THANK YOU! And please feel free to let us know when you're downstairs at the lobby again! You are all welcome, anytime! ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So speaking of friends, old and new, I have decided what to do for my following blog entries! With their permission, I will feature each of my favorite friends on this blog in order to let the world (ie, the few who know that this site exists!) know what wonderful friends I have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to acknowledge how terrific they are because they have all influenced people's lives in positive ways, and I would like to share how they have done so in this blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To start off, here's a picture of my group of friends back in high school:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229765247514018738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SJPbyLzBg7I/AAAAAAAAAWk/jcno8xqypp8/s320/n509273366_253185_4707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Top, L-R: Jon, John, Rob / Bottom, L-R: Marie, Patti, Eloisa, me, Kim, Ryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This was taken at my house, during Kim's birthday party. Awww... Kim looked so young and angelic then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So my first feature is someone who I can say is my best friend for life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yup, you guessed it - my husband, Javi. (Don't worry, Patti, you're coming up next!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229768472680084178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SJPet6eiMtI/AAAAAAAAAWs/KaRwB2aEJHo/s320/n721836921_3928.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Javs and I met in college, where we both used to hang out at this restaurant called LeChuck's in between classes. We were introduced by common friends, and became really good friends right away as well. He was the funniest, sweetest guy in the group - always on the verge of cracking a joke, but also always asking to see if you are ok. (I'm not exaggerating here - we watched Star Wars, and he would ask me every 10 minutes if I was ok). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So that's Javi for you - a real sweetheart. He has been there for so many of his friends, always being the one to listen or give advice, or the one to cheer you up with one of his corny jokes or silly antics. He gained my best friend's approval the very first minute they met when he immediately offered her a about baseball-sized mass of oreo filling, wrapped in foil (the LeChuck's owner gave him the filling because she was only using the actual cookies for her cheesecake).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Javi is also a great intellectual (he just refuses to admit it). He can talk at least one hour with a person he has never met before about politics, history, business, or even interesting trivia he found out about while watching the Discovery Channel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Javi has a great mind and is a great friend, with a big heart. His compassion for those who are less fortunate than him put me to shame, and this is one of the many things I love about him... he has taught me to be more thoughtful and giving. He reminds me that in a world where a lot of people are selfish and individualistic, one can still be noble and kindhearted. He has shown me how to avoid judging people based on their appearance. He has taught me (as well as many others) how patience, compassion, kindness, and even humor, can be our own way of making this world a little better. ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137669850648187989-2219519379936118879?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/2219519379936118879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=2219519379936118879' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/2219519379936118879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/2219519379936118879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-my-friends.html' title='I love my friends!'/><author><name>K</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SJPbyLzBg7I/AAAAAAAAAWk/jcno8xqypp8/s72-c/n509273366_253185_4707.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-7562864989224081622</id><published>2008-07-15T00:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T00:12:53.127-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Done with the Move!</title><content type='html'>I am happy (and relieved) to say that the grey moving boxes have been completely emptied-out!  They are ready for pick-up, and now all Javi and I have to do is sort out and stow away the stuff that was in them in an organized fashion.  My Aunt and Uncle are visiting this weekend, so Javi and I have a goal to make the place look marvelous before they arrive :D  I know for sure we can do it!  Javi and I make a great team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, for those of you who are moving, we strongly recommend &lt;a href="http://www.moversnotshakers.com/"&gt;Movers not Shakers&lt;/a&gt;.  They are reasonably-priced and are very efficient.  We felt very safe with the movers.  They took excellent care of our stuff.  Kudos to Richard Hughes and to Akbar and his team!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137669850648187989-7562864989224081622?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/7562864989224081622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=7562864989224081622' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/7562864989224081622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/7562864989224081622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2008/07/almost-done-with-move.html' title='Almost Done with the Move!'/><author><name>K</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-937377823977928568</id><published>2008-07-12T01:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T14:03:28.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Medley of Events</title><content type='html'>There are just too many things I haven't been able to post, so below is a summation of everything that has happened since the move to today. I plan on setting this up so that when you click on each of these pictures, you'll be led to the album that shows all pictures of that particular event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holly's Going to Mexico!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, let's start with a "Bon Voyage" to Holly! My colleague and good friend is going to Mexico. She was there with her husband, Michael, last March, but fell in love with it so much that she is going back for another exciting trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specifically, Holly will be in Guadalajara for all of next week. Honestly, a few of us at the office are jealous ;) But if there's anyone who is most-deserving of her "me-time," it's her! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make the most of your trip, Holly! Just don't drink too much tequila! Ole!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gifs.net/Animation11/Nature/Other_Plants/Cactus_dances.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="339" alt="" src="http://www.gifs.net/Animation11/Nature/Other_Plants/Cactus_dances.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fourth of July Weekend in Washington, DC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After an evening of watching fireworks along FDR Drive, the three of us went home to eat dinner and get some rest for the next two days' activities. John had never been to DC, so he asked if we could take him around. Saturday morning, we hopped onto a bus, and after almost 5 hours of our stomachs grumbling louder than the bus engine, we finally ended up in &lt;a href="http://www.benschilibowl.com/"&gt;Ben's Chili Bowl&lt;/a&gt;!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222173754492888178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SHjjXIfqpHI/AAAAAAAAAUs/t6eYY3_EhXA/s400/IMG_0627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Having devoured a jumbo beef dog each, we set out for our hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222179443268088754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SHjoiQ1Xc7I/AAAAAAAAAVk/WG3mSejIyrU/s320/DCACHGI_Hilton_Garden_Inn_Washington_DC_Downtown_home_right.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here's a tip if some of you are planning a trip to DC: in spite of the rooms and the mediocre service, the &lt;a href="http://www.hiltongardeninn.com/en/gi/hotels/index.jhtml?ctyhocn=DCACHGI"&gt;Hilton Garden Inn &lt;/a&gt;on 14th and H is a good place to stay at because of its price and location. It is walking distance from a lot of the DC tourist spots (if you're used to NYC walking), and is also very close to the famous Old Ebbitt Grill (featured below).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After our pit stop, off we went to tour the area. Here are a few pictures of our walking tour:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222174810682711170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SHjkUnG8XII/AAAAAAAAAVc/XntNLtBYXhM/s400/IMG_0677.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222180424802034626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SHjpbZVS48I/AAAAAAAAAV0/nX8ZpjNRa1I/s320/IMG_0746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222180422740704018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SHjpbRp1exI/AAAAAAAAAVs/d6506aJm2PM/s320/IMG_0721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222174803264223970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SHjkULePOuI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Be02HKBATNw/s400/IMG_0664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So obviously at this point, we knew we had to stop and rest :) Plus, we had to get back to the hotel to freshen up and get ready for our dinner reservation at &lt;a href="http://www.ebbitt.com/main/home.cfm?Section=Main&amp;amp;Category=About_the_Ebbitt"&gt;Old Ebbitt Grill&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it says on its website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Old Ebbitt Grill is just steps from The White House and museums in downtown Washington. Established in 1856, it was a favorite of Presidents Grant, Cleveland, Harding and Theodore Roosevelt and is still a popular meeting spot for political insiders, journalists, celebrities and theater-goers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's a shot of John with his STEAK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222173767583770434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SHjjX5Qxp0I/AAAAAAAAAU8/hX0atGY1THQ/s400/IMG_0776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And here's my Firecracker Chicken!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222173782399058194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SHjjYwdBARI/AAAAAAAAAVM/G_biVwtbTBQ/s400/IMG_0773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And this was Javi's desert - The Butterscotch Blondie Sundae! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatta monster!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222173773851958706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SHjjYQnOnbI/AAAAAAAAAVE/OV7Q8W_ZdKI/s400/IMG_0779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;As a whole, our DC trip was a lot of fun! (Sans the trip back home which I refuse to talk about in this blog because I never want to remember it ever again!) &lt;p&gt;We hope John had fun being the tourist. We sure had fun being his tour guides ;-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back in NYC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222185544287800626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SHjuFY50TTI/AAAAAAAAAWE/qC7V00nXqu0/s320/IMG_0852.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Another restaurant Javi and I felt we absolutely had to take John to was &lt;a href="http://www.max-ny.com/"&gt;Max Restaurant&lt;/a&gt; in Alphabet City. For those of you who want to check it out for yourselves, I shall warn you: the servings are HUGE, and the food is RICH. So come with a companion and a completely empty stomach, because everything on the menu is SUPERB!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Some of our favorites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Insalata Di Barbabietole Con Caprino&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;beet salad with goat cheese and avocado&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222185566708751474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SHjuGsbY3HI/AAAAAAAAAWM/KP4i8HyQA50/s320/IMG_0855.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Polpettone "E Mamma" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;mom's meatloaf with potato pancetta gratin&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222185571826494626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SHjuG_fjbKI/AAAAAAAAAWU/d2rUdJnUcZE/s320/IMG_0856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gnocchi Alla Sorrentina &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;homemade gnocchi with tomato sauce, basil mozzarella&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222185574343351538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SHjuHI3nnPI/AAAAAAAAAWc/gYQy7mQoXVI/s320/IMG_0857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Ok then! I think I'll have lunch now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137669850648187989-937377823977928568?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/937377823977928568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=937377823977928568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/937377823977928568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/937377823977928568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2008/07/medley-of-events.html' title='A Medley of Events'/><author><name>K</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SHjjXIfqpHI/AAAAAAAAAUs/t6eYY3_EhXA/s72-c/IMG_0627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-975461542067792978</id><published>2008-07-11T18:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:59:17.244-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From Brooklyn to Manhattan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yahoo! New blog template, new apartment, and it's Friday at last! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I haven't been able to write an entry since my conference because right after I got back from DC, Javi and I had to start packing our things for the move to our new apartment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As we were packing, I realized how many things you can collect while you're in one place for over a year. I remember when we first moved to Brooklyn, we only used 10 storage bins to move, and this time, we were using 30! I wonder how many we will have to use for the next move? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's also strange how all the material contents of your life can be contained in plastic, grey containers. I also thought about how we can choose to either take with us or leave behind these material posessions, but our memories, knowledge, and wisdom... that stuff we keep forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So July 1st, Javs and I migrated from Brooklyn to Manhattan. In half a day, the movers had been able to transport everything from one apartment to the next. So even if I felt that I had to be at least a little sentimental about leaving our very first apartment together, I knew I didn't have to. I may have been leaving behind a physical representation of the beginning of our life together, but I was in no way about to let go of the memories that were brought forth from living there.  Below is a picture of the Brooklyn apartment before we moved in all our stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221960871258914306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SHghvspgfgI/AAAAAAAAASs/1wmszXrSdic/s320/IMG_2163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's a picture of our new apartment! It's still a bit disorganized, but I'm excited to show all of you how much nicer the new one is compared to the old one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221975496621609058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SHgvDAXs0GI/AAAAAAAAATc/W9Pkg7vr3VU/s400/DSCN0401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After the move-in, Javi and I went back to work for Wednesday and Thursday. Thursday evening, our friend John arrived from Seattle. John has been a friend of Javi's since they were in high school. I am told that John was the valedictorian of their class, and that he was very much into &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Modern_Arnis"&gt;Arnis&lt;/a&gt; (Philippine stick fighting) in college. If i'm not mistaken, it was a year or so after college that John decided to join the US Navy, and wherever he was stationed, he would make sure to call Javi to catch up on how things were going back home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221975505190485682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SHgvDgSrfrI/AAAAAAAAATk/qBerqtkINto/s400/DSCN0404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Now that John is a civillian, he spends time with his Filipino friends whenever he can. Last Fourth of July weekend, he decided to visit NY once again and stay with us. John is not a stranger in this blog, by the way. He has appeared here in the entry where I feature Anton and our trip to the Wine Library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John arrived late Thursday evening, and we all decided to just stay in because the three of us were just so darn tired, and we were saving our energy for Friday's activities. Javi and I wanted to take him to Old Fulton Street in Brooklyn, where tourists go to eat delicious pizza at &lt;a href="http://www.grimaldis.com/brooklyn.htm"&gt;Grimaldi's&lt;/a&gt;, then enjoy desert at the &lt;a href="http://nymag.com/listings/restaurant/brooklyn-ice-cream-factory/"&gt;Brooklyn Ice Cream Factory&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221971493464488658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SHgrZ_cqutI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IP7_na2w3w4/s400/DSC_0164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221971498114693026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SHgraQxXN6I/AAAAAAAAAS8/CecF5JlD2fY/s400/DSC_0166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221975526338870226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SHgvEvE2O9I/AAAAAAAAAT0/H_SdBaFtRNU/s400/DSCN0421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221971521214826802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SHgrbm03STI/AAAAAAAAATU/4CpjFS8O6L4/s400/DSCN0422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221971509216083730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SHgra6II_xI/AAAAAAAAATM/qdOc9HULptY/s400/DSC_0222.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Javi's hands, with dripping ice cream. Sorry, Javs!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221975516999004626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SHgvEMSDMdI/AAAAAAAAATs/fxtXxWvdekM/s400/DSCN0406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After consuming all those calories, John wanted to see what it was like to cross the Brooklyn Bridge, so off we went a-walking...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221980197653613298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SHgzUpFEivI/AAAAAAAAAUM/GY4ALXhTxko/s400/DSC_0261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221980202843804946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SHgzU8aglRI/AAAAAAAAAUU/D4Gf2YZisss/s400/DSC_0304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221980212271960146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SHgzVfiW0FI/AAAAAAAAAUc/CNSyAIWg3as/s400/DSC_0313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After taking five shots for every footstep we'd take, we finally made it over the bridge! :) Below are John's and Javi's looks of relief as soon as they sat down at a bench in front of NY City Hall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221980212952854642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SHgzViEscHI/AAAAAAAAAUk/1f6fdvWN94I/s400/DSC_0365.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;More stories to tell tomorrow! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137669850648187989-975461542067792978?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/975461542067792978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=975461542067792978' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/975461542067792978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/975461542067792978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2008/07/from-brooklyn-to-manhattan.html' title='From Brooklyn to Manhattan'/><author><name>K</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SHghvspgfgI/AAAAAAAAASs/1wmszXrSdic/s72-c/IMG_2163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-7579599047902204921</id><published>2008-06-24T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T23:00:31.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend before a conference</title><content type='html'>As most of you know, I produce training conferences for the government and military. This requires me to be in the VA/DC area for 3 to 4 days at a time in order to actually meet the speakers I've invited, network with the delegates, and make sure that the conference itself is running smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm actually at one of my conferences right now, but before I tell you how it's been so far, let me start from Saturday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday is usually a lazy day for Javi and I. We stay in, sleep in, and watch whatever we haven't watched on the DVR. But the Saturday before a conference always has to be activity-filled. So this time, Javi and I began the day by venturing out to our favorite brunch place. We had toast and jam and other good stuff that felt like homemade cooking (only without me having to worry about the 'cooking' part).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After brunch, we decided to check out a futon place in the upper west side to see if it was wise to buy one for our guests who are to sleep over at our new apartment. Here's a tip for everyone: no matter how good it looks online, always, always check it out in person! The futon looked decent enough to me on the store's website, but when I saw it at the store, I was majorly disappointed! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215637585180051042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SGGqwAXVRmI/AAAAAAAAASM/Z4K89HFvrD8/s320/SanJuan_Sofa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It looks pretty decent here, right??? Ah well. It was also a little too small anyway. An airbed has more space than this one, too, so it obviously wasn't meant to be bought by Javi and I. (And believe, me, an airbed that costs about $30 is pretty darn comfortable!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As we stepped out of the store, feeling a little relieved to not have to shell out another $300 for our new apartment, we came across a bicycle store. Uh-oh! So much for saving that futon money! Well, the truth is, one of the main reasons why I was so happy to be able to move to that new apartment is because I love biking. I'm not a pro, mind you, but I grew up with the freedom to ride my bike around our neighborhood and to and from my friend's house every day. And I've been longing for the opportunity to have that freedom again since I moved to Manila back in 1990!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now that Javi and I can safely bike around town (especially since NYC has dedicated bike paths during the summer), we believe that bikes are a great investment. If you think about it - how much do you spend on gym membership every month? I'd rather cancel my gym membership, buy a reasonably-priced bike, and enjoy the real outside air instead of breathing stuffy gym air that, if you think about it, is actually everyone's evaporated sweat. Gross, right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, onto the bikes! &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SGGuMqaZcsI/AAAAAAAAASU/_RcKn6dZ4yM/s1600-h/dahon_mariner_2.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215642181407071346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SGGu7ipP3HI/AAAAAAAAASc/qHlyoROS5CQ/s320/dahon_mariner_2.gif" border="0" /&gt; Javi and I are considering foldable bikes for transportability. At first I was skeptical about it, but then I saw a guy on the getting off the train from NY to DC last Sunday, and was impressed by how he casually stepped off the train with his foldable bike in hand, popped everything into place, and started riding it off into the distance. Pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economically, though, I'd much rather go for the Schwinn Cruiser:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215643610972479890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SGGwOwMM4ZI/AAAAAAAAASk/njO70EvCh5A/s320/schwinn%2BCruiser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It was pretty warm that Saturday, so although we wanted to walk from the 90's to the Union Sq. area (we love walking around that much on a good day), we absolutely couldn't. So we decided to just take a bus in order to kill two birds with one stone: get to a train that would take us back home, and enjoy the rest of the city without passing out from dehydration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javs and I took the bus up to Bryant Park, where we decided to stop and enjoy an ice cream at the park. People were reading, men and women were sunbathing (this was when Javi and I pretended not to be married to each other. ;), kids were on the marry-go-round - it was just a nice, relaxing environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before long, we felt way too warm again, so we decided to look around for an interesting shop to go into. Thankfully enough, we did! &lt;a href="http://www.kinokuniya.com/"&gt;Kinokuniya&lt;/a&gt; is a Japanese bookstore that began reaching out to its client base in Rock Center. Recently, they opened this branch near Bryant Park, which includes art books ranging from Ancient Greek Art to Contemporary Fantasy Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a book that I thought my brother in law would be interested in (he does 3D Animation) and was so excited to show Javi, that I ended up dropping this 7lb. book on my foot! Normally, in these instances, I psychologically train myself from thinking that I'm hurt, but when the corner of a heavy book drops on the vein of your foot, there's no way you can tell your brain to think that you're fine! Nooooo way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that pretty much ended the day for me and Javs... my arm around him to support me, as we slowly limped off into the sunset ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! That was just Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;I definitely need to write some more SOON! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137669850648187989-7579599047902204921?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/7579599047902204921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=7579599047902204921' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/7579599047902204921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/7579599047902204921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2008/06/weekend-before-conference.html' title='The weekend before a conference'/><author><name>K</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SGGqwAXVRmI/AAAAAAAAASM/Z4K89HFvrD8/s72-c/SanJuan_Sofa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-3122534444879694794</id><published>2008-06-19T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T23:48:14.227-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Staying connected&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had so many different profile pages in the past - from Friendster to Facebook, I've done them all.  And the major reason why I joined these social networks was really to keep in touch with friends I never would have contacted otherwise.  Because of these sites, I was able to find a good friend I had in high school who moved to San Francisco, and was even able to find my best friend from elementary school! (As it turns out, she lives in NY as well!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I found these certain websites to be a little too tedious to work through - it was hard to upload photos, people had to create user profiles before they could see my photos, I couldn't write a blog while showing photos and vice versa, so I longed for a more straightforward way of sharing my thoughts and photos via the internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had heard of blogs and was definitely interested in making one, but was always intimidated at the thought of making it look nice and having to maintain it.  And then a friend of mine, Holly, showed me her blog at  &lt;a href="http://gonnamakeachange.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://gonnamakeachange.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!  In her blog, she shares so many things about herself to her readers... things that I would have never known about if not for this fantastic and new medium of communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not to say that blogging is a substitute for face to face communication and socialization.  Blogging is a way to &lt;em&gt;enhance&lt;/em&gt; one's ability to socialize and communicate with others.  And was this not my reason for joining these social websites to begin with, anyway? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So having been inspired by Holly to write my own blog, I tinkered around with the blogger.com interface (which I find to be easier than expected!).  I had just gotten back from Manila that time, so I excitedly uploaded my pictures from our trip to Manila. Success! I had a blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So now, what?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post updates about myself and Javi to communicate to others, but there must be some sort of a structure to it, right?  And why did I call it "K's Apartment"?  Again, this is a way for me to let you, the reader, into my "apartment," as I share with you my extracurricular activities (usually having to do with food, btw), thoughts, and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also my way of sharing my experiences as someone who grew up in both the US and Manila, and is now independent of her parents (a big thing among Filipinos), married, and working in one of the greatest cities of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is why I write.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write in the hopes that perhaps the things I share with all of you make you laugh, make you think, or inspire you to do something for yourselves that you never would have done before (even if it's something like parting your hair a different way!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is certainly not a one-way conversation.  Please leave me comments or send me your experiences that I can post here if you want to share them.  OR, create a blog of your own so that we can create a dialogue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137669850648187989-3122534444879694794?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/3122534444879694794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=3122534444879694794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/3122534444879694794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/3122534444879694794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-i-blog.html' title='Why I Blog'/><author><name>K</name><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-137669850648187989.post-9184267375218830435</id><published>2008-06-10T23:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T23:36:56.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anton's trip to the Wine Library</title><content type='html'>Sara's and Jim's reception brought about a reunion among the PAREF Southridge boys.  Anton, being a resident of California, insisted that we visit NJ's Wine Library.  So here he is, ecstatic to be in front of this store full of alcohol.  To his right: Honey.  To his left: his girlfriend, Pat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SE9GywEkIdI/AAAAAAAAASE/_fFsq1SGTFM/s1600-h/IMG_0410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210461131602403794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SE9GywEkIdI/AAAAAAAAASE/_fFsq1SGTFM/s320/IMG_0410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SE9GhmGLl5I/AAAAAAAAARc/1BURlTpKEoQ/s1600-h/IMG_0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Below:  Look at how he cradles that bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SE9GiDLvneI/AAAAAAAAARk/4wNG1v8iW3U/s1600-h/IMG_0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210460844675014114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SE9GiDLvneI/AAAAAAAAARk/4wNG1v8iW3U/s400/IMG_0411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Javi bought desert wine ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SE9GijVOhQI/AAAAAAAAARs/cMsxsC2K8zE/s1600-h/IMG_0422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210460853304722690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SE9GijVOhQI/AAAAAAAAARs/cMsxsC2K8zE/s400/IMG_0422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John's trying to break Jack Daniels' neck.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SE9GjLq2xJI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ddCLQmy0XLw/s1600-h/IMG_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210460864132859026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SE9GjLq2xJI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ddCLQmy0XLw/s400/IMG_0426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The new Mrs. Garcia! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SE9GjdLwjlI/AAAAAAAAAR8/gQXdem06nSA/s1600-h/IMG_0443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210460868834266706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SE9GjdLwjlI/AAAAAAAAAR8/gQXdem06nSA/s400/IMG_0443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137669850648187989-9184267375218830435?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/9184267375218830435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=9184267375218830435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/9184267375218830435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/9184267375218830435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2008/06/antons-trip-to-wine-library.html' title='Anton&apos;s trip to the Wine Library'/><author><name>K</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SE9GywEkIdI/AAAAAAAAASE/_fFsq1SGTFM/s72-c/IMG_0410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-5925270274609063013</id><published>2008-06-10T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T23:42:56.655-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jim and Sara's Reception</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our friends Sara and Jim got married in Tuscany, but honored their friends with a reception at Churrascaria Plataforma, located in West Midtown. Here are a few pictures from their lunch, as well as a few pictures we took afterwards when we hung out at Tomkins Square Park in Alphabet City. Photos taken Sunday, May 25th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210443205274315282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SE82fTS5KhI/AAAAAAAAAQU/j9Q_GladVA4/s400/IMG_0155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The cute couple!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210443213441159522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SE82fxuBUWI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HC6jG1CAxik/s400/IMG_0201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Half of the party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210443220089449970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SE82gKfGLfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/h85KABO1pJc/s400/IMG_0300.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Poveda girls (Poveda = our high school) Julia, Krista, and I (R-L) went to the same school, but I think we're each a year apart from one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210443228575681730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SE82gqGXzMI/AAAAAAAAAQs/cPys4H335b4/s400/IMG_0312.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Southridge boys.  They look like a boyband.  Hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SE83pOJJDZI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/u3qMDPJOswU/s1600-h/IMG_0354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210444475201555858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SE83pOJJDZI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/u3qMDPJOswU/s320/IMG_0354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SE83pV3f77I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Z3r5LRdI0Mo/s1600-h/IMG_0356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210444477275041714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SE83pV3f77I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Z3r5LRdI0Mo/s320/IMG_0356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Javi!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SE83pipwBTI/AAAAAAAAARE/9z_FiuJoZWs/s1600-h/IMG_0355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210444480707036466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SE83pipwBTI/AAAAAAAAARE/9z_FiuJoZWs/s320/IMG_0355.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;L-R: Don, Jim, John&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137669850648187989-5925270274609063013?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/5925270274609063013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=5925270274609063013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/5925270274609063013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/5925270274609063013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='Jim and Sara&apos;s Reception'/><author><name>K</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SE82fTS5KhI/AAAAAAAAAQU/j9Q_GladVA4/s72-c/IMG_0155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-4963921093584286854</id><published>2008-06-07T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:30:16.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'>May 3 in Maryland / DC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had conferences on Military Antennas and Military Radar to take care of last May, so Javi and I took the opportunity to spend time with Tita Em and Uncle Hamid in Maryland.&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, I know, this entry should have come before Tita Em's trip to NYC. Oops!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Javi and I usually arrive at their place right before lunch time, so Tita Em and I agreed that we would just have lunch and spend the rest of the day in their apartment so all three of us (Uncle Hamid was at work) could relax. Below, are some pictues of our *fancy* lunch ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209112016456627218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SEp7x6gdtBI/AAAAAAAAAOI/48WxO8IqroM/s320/IMG_0571.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Cutting up the lettuce for our sandwich!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209112012161659906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SEp7xqgdtAI/AAAAAAAAAOA/XpW4bLMNW9Y/s320/IMG_0569.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The masterpiece! Salami, cheese, tomoatoes, green bell peppers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209112020751594530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SEp7yKgdtCI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ShpL7H25kkA/s320/IMG_0572.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Javi's share of the sub&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209112025046561842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SEp7yagdtDI/AAAAAAAAAOY/WAmRaQd_l2M/s320/IMG_0574.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My share of the sub. THANK YOU, Tita Em! It was delicious!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the afternoon, Unkie came home from work, and took us to Ben's Chili (Javi had been requesting that we go there since it was featured on a Food Network show a few months ago).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ben's Chili is a classic diner located on U and 14th, and is accessible by the Metro. Back in the 80's, this neighborhood was notorious for its crime rate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today, you actually still feel a little uneasy walking around this area as the sun sets. It's as if the area reminds its visitors and inhabitants that it once was a place that cabbies dared not drop off a passenger - it reminds people of what it once was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But as the final rays of the sun hide behind newly built condominiums along such a diverse street, it allows people to realize what it is today - an area of potential and future gentrification.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back to the Chili!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/1c/Ben%27s_Chili_Bowl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone in line has to see the dogs on the fryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209129024527119522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SEqLP6gdtKI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/DoD7pjtCktk/s320/IMG_0582.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Everyone's waiting to get a bite out of their hotdogs! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209112025046561858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SEp7yagdtEI/AAAAAAAAAOg/kghxJEZjVdk/s320/IMG_0579.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Check-it-out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209114026501321874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SEp9m6gdtJI/AAAAAAAAAPI/O0shCDsColg/s320/IMG_0585.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Eating unhealthy has never felt this good!&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SEp9mqgdtII/AAAAAAAAAPA/2TARx-R0w-Q/s1600-h/IMG_0583.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209114022206354562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SEp9mqgdtII/AAAAAAAAAPA/2TARx-R0w-Q/s320/IMG_0583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cooltownstudios.com/images/benschilibowl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.cooltownstudios.com/images/benschilibowl.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The place at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137669850648187989-4963921093584286854?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/4963921093584286854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=4963921093584286854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/4963921093584286854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/4963921093584286854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2008/06/may-3-in-maryland-dc.html' title='May 3 in Maryland / DC'/><author><name>K</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SEp7x6gdtBI/AAAAAAAAAOI/48WxO8IqroM/s72-c/IMG_0571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-8111126135870360209</id><published>2008-05-11T22:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T23:20:16.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tita Em in NYC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My aunt, aka Tita Em, went to New York for Mother's Day Weekend. She stayed over at her friend's house, Tita Tina, and Javs and I took them out Saturday morning for brunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Click on the pictures to enlarge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SCetiIVnaMI/AAAAAAAAANQ/EuhEI8HCW4M/s1600-h/DSC_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199315096687831234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SCetiIVnaMI/AAAAAAAAANQ/EuhEI8HCW4M/s200/DSC_0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our favorite brunch place in NYC? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TEA &amp;amp; SYMPATHY! &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SCeqY4VnaDI/AAAAAAAAAMI/lvzKXLQICyM/s1600-h/DSC_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199311639239157810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SCeqY4VnaDI/AAAAAAAAAMI/lvzKXLQICyM/s200/DSC_0047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stopping for a picture along 2nd Avenue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199311643534125122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SCeqZIVnaEI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/GzfL0P5u3Ik/s200/DSC_0049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The famous FULL MONTY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199311647829092434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SCeqZYVnaFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/V5O1jwRyZZ4/s200/DSC_0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tita Em and her breakfast&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199311656419027042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SCeqZ4VnaGI/AAAAAAAAAMg/pOfWc0lbkvI/s200/DSC_0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Moi!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SCeqaIVnaHI/AAAAAAAAAMo/-s9vbyXuEMI/s1600-h/DSC_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199311660713994354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SCeqaIVnaHI/AAAAAAAAAMo/-s9vbyXuEMI/s200/DSC_0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Javi and his English Tea. Very dain-tea! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You forgot to put your pinky up, Javs!&lt;br /&gt;&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="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199315083802929330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SCethYVnaLI/AAAAAAAAANI/JExL_f9UTCk/s200/DSC_0065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tita Tina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199315066623060098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SCetgYVnaII/AAAAAAAAAMw/qM1hQ9EjpQ8/s200/DSC_0059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apple Rhubarb with Custard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199315070918027410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SCetgoVnaJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/kEVuNhrZQgc/s200/DSC_0060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bananas and Custard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199315079507962018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SCethIVnaKI/AAAAAAAAANA/Py3ooZhY2xg/s200/DSC_0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tita Em enjoys her desert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199317274236250322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SCevg4VnaNI/AAAAAAAAANY/jXytqsAg4BM/s200/DSC_0078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tita Tina &amp;amp; Tita Em outside of Tea and Sympathy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The two Titas were scheduled to watch the matinee that Saturday, so Javi and I took them to Times Square. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199317282826184930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SCevhYVnaOI/AAAAAAAAANg/mTS3h74BKcE/s200/DSC_0089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They had about an hour to kill before the show, so we posed as tourists and Javi shot his camera away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199317291416119538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SCevh4VnaPI/AAAAAAAAANo/tmRxwkJj8TA/s200/DSC_0093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waiting for the walking man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199317304301021442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SCevioVnaQI/AAAAAAAAANw/pIIxfyoeBuM/s200/DSC_0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like my hat :) Thanks, Javs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199317312890956050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SCevjIVnaRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/oKHlH45VQ0w/s200/DSC_0104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My favorite shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope you had fun, Tita Em! We'll take you out some more next time!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137669850648187989-8111126135870360209?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/8111126135870360209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=8111126135870360209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/8111126135870360209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/8111126135870360209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2008/05/tita-em-in-nyc.html' title='Tita Em in NYC'/><author><name>K</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SCetiIVnaMI/AAAAAAAAANQ/EuhEI8HCW4M/s72-c/DSC_0066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-6948844026116139151</id><published>2008-04-30T20:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:07:03.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Phantom of the Opera</title><content type='html'>We watched it last week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay, I have to admit that this was an American-Idol-influenced decision (contestants sang Andrew Lloyd-Webber compositions).  But Javi and I were really planning on watching Phantom a long time ago but decided to wait until it got warmer. Honest! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, no one was allowed to take photos during the performance, but I managed to get a few shots of the stage before and after the show, as well as during intermission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The famous chandelier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195205464192861890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SBkT2CRiRsI/AAAAAAAAALA/R_4mbD3-aU8/s320/IMG_0528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195205472782796514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SBkT2iRiRuI/AAAAAAAAALQ/P8O8lM0aYs0/s320/IMG_0538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jennifer Hope Wills as Christine Daae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SBkURSRiRxI/AAAAAAAAALo/tIjIo2YPcDw/s1600-h/IMG_0555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195205932344297234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SBkURSRiRxI/AAAAAAAAALo/tIjIo2YPcDw/s320/IMG_0555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The cast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SBkURiRiRyI/AAAAAAAAALw/nn4nBKb8gIk/s1600-h/IMG_0549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195205936639264546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SBkURiRiRyI/AAAAAAAAALw/nn4nBKb8gIk/s320/IMG_0549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Howard McGillin as the Phantom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Tim Martin Gleason as Raoul in the background)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SBkT2yRiRvI/AAAAAAAAALY/aApstpfdQSQ/s1600-h/IMG_0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195205477077763826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SBkT2yRiRvI/AAAAAAAAALY/aApstpfdQSQ/s320/IMG_0557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sigh! What a show! For those who haven't watched it yet, you cannot miss it! I just have two tips for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Make sure you don't get a row past J - otherwise, you end up under the mezzanine and can't see the chandelier when it gets brought up at the beginning of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Always look out for the Phantom - he shows up when you least expect it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the show!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137669850648187989-6948844026116139151?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/6948844026116139151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=6948844026116139151' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/6948844026116139151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/6948844026116139151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2008/04/phantom-of-opera.html' title='Phantom of the Opera'/><author><name>K</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SBkT2CRiRsI/AAAAAAAAALA/R_4mbD3-aU8/s72-c/IMG_0528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-91864740427502830</id><published>2008-04-30T20:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T20:32:17.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From my Sister's Camera</title><content type='html'>How could I have forgotten to post a picture of one of the major reasons why I was so excited to visit Manila? Nugget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195197097596569266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SBkMPCRiRrI/AAAAAAAAAK4/KABm4KW9pao/s320/DSC00905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I got this lovable imp of a dog for my sister on her 9th birthday, and he has managed to be the center of our family's conversations time and time again. This cute and lovable, stretched-out ball of black fur has a stubbed tail - verifying that he is a Pembroke Welsh Corgi (by the vet!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to name him Nugget for two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. His original owner (the dog breeder) named him "Nog-nog" (which is somehow a shorter version of &lt;em&gt;sunog&lt;/em&gt;, which means "burnt"). Apparently, he was the only puppy in his litter with a black body and white paws - his siblings were white with black paws. Awwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kim's favorite snack at the time? Chicken &lt;strong&gt;nuggets&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Kim, here are pictures of the young lady and I in Dunkin' Donuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SBkLtiRiRnI/AAAAAAAAAKY/CLTe1hToeb4/s1600-h/DSC00956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195196522070951538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SBkLtiRiRnI/AAAAAAAAAKY/CLTe1hToeb4/s200/DSC00956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SBkLuCRiRoI/AAAAAAAAAKg/k_tWmD3MNgQ/s1600-h/DSC00959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195196530660886146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SBkLuCRiRoI/AAAAAAAAAKg/k_tWmD3MNgQ/s200/DSC00959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SBkLuCRiRpI/AAAAAAAAAKo/jjAR8mGOPXM/s1600-h/DSC00992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195196530660886162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SBkLuCRiRpI/AAAAAAAAAKo/jjAR8mGOPXM/s200/DSC00992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SBkLuSRiRqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/gF2fhUhzrbo/s1600-h/DSC00994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195196534955853474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SBkLuSRiRqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/gF2fhUhzrbo/s200/DSC00994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This set of pictures reminds me of those old Photo-Me booths!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137669850648187989-91864740427502830?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/91864740427502830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=91864740427502830' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/91864740427502830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/91864740427502830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2008/04/from-my-sisters-camera.html' title='From my Sister&apos;s Camera'/><author><name>K</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SBkMPCRiRrI/AAAAAAAAAK4/KABm4KW9pao/s72-c/DSC00905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-4608292851275677815</id><published>2008-04-20T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T22:42:29.544-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAvxlsx_cBI/AAAAAAAAAI0/TbJC1r6UoGo/s1600-h/IMG_0485.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back in New York, let's take a break from all the food and check out the New York Public Library along 5th. You can imagine how crowded the sidewalks get with tourists in this area during the warm seasons! Javi and I were lucky enough to get a few shots in between being bumped into by one person or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAvxmMx_cCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/uTVRwnlJ4dU/s1600-h/IMG_0486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191508634042855458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAvxmMx_cCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/uTVRwnlJ4dU/s320/IMG_0486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAvxmcx_cDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/YKOrOE-98PY/s1600-h/IMG_0487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191508638337822770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAvxmcx_cDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/YKOrOE-98PY/s320/IMG_0487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAvxmsx_cEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/-6lsHjfQ3P8/s1600-h/IMG_0490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191508642632790082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAvxmsx_cEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/-6lsHjfQ3P8/s320/IMG_0490.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Photos taken Friday, April 18, 2008. The weather was perfect for walking around and enjoying the sites!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137669850648187989-4608292851275677815?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/4608292851275677815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=4608292851275677815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/4608292851275677815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/4608292851275677815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring-time.html' title='Spring Time!'/><author><name>K</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAvxmMx_cCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/uTVRwnlJ4dU/s72-c/IMG_0486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-5415938862079049088</id><published>2008-04-19T16:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T22:40:02.161-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FAME at Chelsea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Patti has been my best friend since high school, and we ended up working at Ayala Museum with Christy and Olan. None of us work at the Museum anymore, so I came up with the acronym, FAME (Former Ayala Museum Employees).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SApdxsx_b0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/kzWI_NeBH0A/s1600-h/IMG_8131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191064628913729346" style="WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="194" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SApdxsx_b0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/kzWI_NeBH0A/s320/IMG_8131.JPG" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SApdx8x_b1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/xQI4L-6947o/s1600-h/IMG_8135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191064633208696658" style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="170" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SApdx8x_b1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/xQI4L-6947o/s320/IMG_8135.JPG" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SApdx8x_b2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/SA7dR9C_4QA/s1600-h/IMG_8159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191064633208696674" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" height="216" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SApdx8x_b2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/SA7dR9C_4QA/s320/IMG_8159.JPG" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I requested that we all eat at Serendra, a residential community with thriving restaurants as hang-outs for its dwellers. One of Serendra's better restaurants (as I'm told) is Chelsea - made to look like a New York City deli/bakery. Honestly, Javi and I think it looks even better than most bakeries in NY!&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="center"&gt;See for yourself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Photos courtesy of Patti. &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="center"&gt;Granny Smith Apple Shreds and Gorgonzola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191066243821432690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SApfPsx_b3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/eNWioL86JEk/s320/IMG_8145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&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="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;French Duck Leg Confit and Chorizo Bilbao &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Absolutely DELICIOUS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191066248116400002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SApfP8x_b4I/AAAAAAAAAHk/UCVMakosnf8/s320/n509273366_549543_5130.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Herb Walnut Encrusted Chilean Seabass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191066252411367314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SApfQMx_b5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/8a9Up9y0RKE/s320/IMG_8149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-R: Mango Cheesecake, Chelsea's Famous Chocnut Valrhona Cake, Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough NY Cheesecake, 4 Layer Toblerone Torte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191066256706334626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SApfQcx_b6I/AAAAAAAAAH0/XQs2w-3qNVc/s320/IMG_8168.JPG" border="0" /&gt; A favorite of mine and Patti's: The Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough NY Cheesecake!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191068485794361266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAphSMx_b7I/AAAAAAAAAH8/g1bK2QHqv7E/s320/IMG_8169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our favorite drink and the BEST watermelon shake in town:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191069812939255778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SApifcx_b-I/AAAAAAAAAIU/H7u3ZhZYGd0/s320/IMG_8152.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191069804349321170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SApie8x_b9I/AAAAAAAAAIM/anYJA8FEdlM/s320/IMG_8155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191069800054353858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SApiesx_b8I/AAAAAAAAAIE/mOMPUaP5AAM/s320/IMG_8153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perfetto!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137669850648187989-5415938862079049088?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/5415938862079049088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=5415938862079049088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/5415938862079049088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/5415938862079049088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2008/04/fame-at-chelsea.html' title='FAME at Chelsea'/><author><name>K</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SApdxsx_b0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/kzWI_NeBH0A/s72-c/IMG_8131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-3592005613068736386</id><published>2008-04-19T14:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T15:23:56.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Buffet at The Heat in Edsa Shangri-La</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Edsa Shangri-La&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a five star hotel with an awesome buffet restaurant called The Heat.&lt;br /&gt;Javi and I had dinner with our parents and Kim at this fabulous place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures explain the restaurant way better than I can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seafood bar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191033756688805586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SApBssx_btI/AAAAAAAAAGM/d-4QjYLe56A/s320/IMG_0342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our Moms getting salad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191033760983772898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SApBs8x_buI/AAAAAAAAAGU/2mOoflsNu38/s320/IMG_0344.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what should happen to all the pigs in our country (I speak in a metaphor!). This is the traditional way of serving roasted pig - too bad they had already taken out the apple from the pig's mouth when I took the shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191033760983772914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SApBs8x_bvI/AAAAAAAAAGc/nbqRFofxG7g/s320/IMG_0346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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:130%;"&gt;Onto desert, shall we?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191034946394746642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SApCx8x_bxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/T-vWhY2zuOU/s320/IMG_0358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Truffles and cakes and pastries, oh my!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SApCxcx_bwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/eieqnGyTM5g/s1600-h/IMG_0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191034937804812034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SApCxcx_bwI/AAAAAAAAAGk/eieqnGyTM5g/s320/IMG_0347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pistachio treats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SApCyMx_byI/AAAAAAAAAG0/zmTr2rzSnt0/s1600-h/IMG_0362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191034950689713954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SApCyMx_byI/AAAAAAAAAG0/zmTr2rzSnt0/s320/IMG_0362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at Javi's eyes, all lit up with sugarbliss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SApCycx_bzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/bp-oWdO8bAU/s1600-h/IMG_0366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191034954984681266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SApCycx_bzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/bp-oWdO8bAU/s320/IMG_0366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy and full! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137669850648187989-3592005613068736386?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/3592005613068736386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=3592005613068736386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/3592005613068736386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/3592005613068736386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='Dinner Buffet at The Heat in Edsa Shangri-La'/><author><name>K</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SApBssx_btI/AAAAAAAAAGM/d-4QjYLe56A/s72-c/IMG_0342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-592309513316858937</id><published>2008-04-19T14:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T14:52:03.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jatujak in Megamall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;They say the Filipino and Thai food are very similar, especially when it comes to two fantastic ingredients: bagoong and green mangoes! This is why Thai food is so good in Manila - especially when the restaurant serves Bagoong Rice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi and I had lunch with two of my good college friends, Rissa (my future sister-in-law) and Danes at this restaurant called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Jatujak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in Megamall. Great find, Javs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191029165368766146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAo9hcx_bsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/O-eRHAjE2lw/s320/Copy+of+IMG_0337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Being the epitome of efficiency, Rissa orders for us. Danes looks at her cellphone. Waiting for a text from Dean, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAo5ycx_boI/AAAAAAAAAFk/43_G4HyD-c0/s1600-h/IMG_0339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191025059380031106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAo5ycx_boI/AAAAAAAAAFk/43_G4HyD-c0/s320/IMG_0339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bagoong rice! Bagoong, eggs, sour green mangoes, and a little bit of onions. YUM! Check out the Chicken Satay in the background, too! &lt;em&gt;Bagoong&lt;/em&gt; = shrimp paste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAo5ysx_bpI/AAAAAAAAAFs/OGSOGVSEfAA/s1600-h/IMG_0338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191025063674998418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAo5ysx_bpI/AAAAAAAAAFs/OGSOGVSEfAA/s320/IMG_0338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pad Thai (sorry - we had already gotten from it before I remembered to take a picture of it) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191025076559900322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAo5zcx_bqI/AAAAAAAAAF0/l9Nedr1dXmw/s320/IMG_0340.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Fried egg rolls with spicy sweet and sour sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137669850648187989-592309513316858937?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/592309513316858937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=592309513316858937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/592309513316858937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/592309513316858937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2008/04/jatujak-in-megamall.html' title='Jatujak in Megamall'/><author><name>K</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAo9hcx_bsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/O-eRHAjE2lw/s72-c/Copy+of+IMG_0337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-7313322982705191901</id><published>2008-04-19T14:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T14:50:16.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Max's Fried Chicken - Sarap to the Bones!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another Filipino favorite, Max's fried chicken is known for its Spring Chicken - a small chicken with big flavor! That's why Max's tagline is "Sarap to the Bones!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarap = delicious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191020755822800434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAo138x_bjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hETvcVdbhH4/s320/ketchupworld_1986_1438283.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Max's chicken absolutely has to be eaten with banana ketchup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAo2V8x_bmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/xLTAdNPhMkw/s1600-h/IMG_0307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191021271218876002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAo2V8x_bmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/xLTAdNPhMkw/s320/IMG_0307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chicken, rice, and &lt;em&gt;lumpiang sariwa&lt;/em&gt; (fresh summer roll) with peanut sauce. New Yorkers can see what this tastes like at &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saigon Grill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in University Place (Union Sq.) and at Amsterdam &amp;amp; 90th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAo2Wcx_bnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/IgqlCe4Wl9s/s1600-h/IMG_0314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191021279808810610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAo2Wcx_bnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/IgqlCe4Wl9s/s320/IMG_0314.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me with bread rolls, chicken, and &lt;em&gt;pancit&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pancit&lt;/em&gt; = glass noodles with vegetables&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137669850648187989-7313322982705191901?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/7313322982705191901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=7313322982705191901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/7313322982705191901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/7313322982705191901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2008/04/maxs-fried-chicken-sarap-to-bones.html' title='Max&apos;s Fried Chicken - Sarap to the Bones!'/><author><name>K</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAo138x_bjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hETvcVdbhH4/s72-c/ketchupworld_1986_1438283.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-34979336694095400</id><published>2008-04-19T13:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T14:01:20.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brunch at Josephine's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAoxvsx_biI/AAAAAAAAAE0/eA3Bg1TlF8A/s1600-h/IMG_0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191016216042368546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAoxvsx_biI/AAAAAAAAAE0/eA3Bg1TlF8A/s400/IMG_0227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tagaytay City&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is about 2 hours from the heart of Metro Manila. It is the home of Taal Volcano, which is known for 2 things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's the world's smallest active volcano (small but terrible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It is situated in Taal lake, and has a lake inside it (a lake within a volcano within a lake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the better-known restaurants in the city is Josephine's - a great place for brunch buffets with family and bibingka! Too bad I got too distracted with the rest of the food that I had forgotten to buy bibingka! Check out the buffet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAouwMx_bdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-gOCyZDyvCs/s1600-h/IMG_0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191012926097419730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAouwMx_bdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-gOCyZDyvCs/s320/IMG_0194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Filipino rice pastries sans the bibingka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For a full description and picture of bibingka, check out this Flickr site: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/santos/37911195/" target="_top"&gt;www.flickr.com/photos/santos/37911195/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAouwcx_beI/AAAAAAAAAEY/KP-T_3QMGNw/s1600-h/IMG_0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191012930392387042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAouwcx_beI/AAAAAAAAAEY/KP-T_3QMGNw/s320/IMG_0195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adobo rice and fried rice. Filipinos typically get the sauce of their dish (in this case, Adobo) and add it to white rice while it's in the frying pan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191012934687354354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAouwsx_bfI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Fn2ENuUayKo/s320/IMG_0174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here's what I got - I really enjoyed the buttered vegetables and the salted egg with tomatoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137669850648187989-34979336694095400?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/34979336694095400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=34979336694095400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/34979336694095400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/34979336694095400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2008/04/brunch-at-josephines.html' title='Brunch at Josephine&apos;s'/><author><name>K</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAoxvsx_biI/AAAAAAAAAE0/eA3Bg1TlF8A/s72-c/IMG_0227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-7338616787878863007</id><published>2008-04-19T12:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T13:20:21.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pancake House in the Subic Bay Freeport</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;After a relaxing trip to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;Club Morocco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, a resort a few km's away from the former US military base, we headed back to Manila but stopped for breakfast at Pancake House (the iHop of the Philippines). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAome8x_bYI/AAAAAAAAADo/PknVmw0VNSg/s1600-h/IMG_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191003833651654018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAome8x_bYI/AAAAAAAAADo/PknVmw0VNSg/s320/IMG_0128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shot of the Club Morocco pool from our veranda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regular favorites are the Filipino BangSiLog and the original Pancake House Taco. Oh, and Pancakes, of course! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191005470034193810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAon-Mx_bZI/AAAAAAAAADw/nJkfO2vIP8I/s320/IMG_0149.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bang&lt;/strong&gt;us (marinated milkfish), &lt;strong&gt;Si&lt;/strong&gt;nangag (fried rice), It&lt;strong&gt;log&lt;/strong&gt; (egg) = BangSiLog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191005478624128418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAon-sx_baI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7fUGHaenyE0/s320/IMG_0143.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Javi mashed his taco to make it a taco salad. See his pancakes waiting for him??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191005482919095730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAon-8x_bbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/AYtn2me8Kro/s320/IMG_0142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Javs and Me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137669850648187989-7338616787878863007?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/7338616787878863007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=7338616787878863007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/7338616787878863007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/7338616787878863007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2008/04/pancake-house-in-subic-bay-freeport.html' title='Pancake House in the Subic Bay Freeport'/><author><name>K</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAome8x_bYI/AAAAAAAAADo/PknVmw0VNSg/s72-c/IMG_0128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-6111644540423285425</id><published>2008-04-19T12:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T12:56:34.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Opa!!  Cyma in Shangri-La</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Cyma on Click the City:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://guides.clickthecity.com/metro/?p=1114"&gt;http://guides.clickthecity.com/metro/?p=1114&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cyma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a favorite in Boracay - one of the best beach spots in the Philipines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In late 2006, Cyma opened a branch in Shangri-La Mall, Mandaluyong, and is as much as a favorite of mall-goers as it is of beach-goers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was very rich in flavor - a little too much, for my taste. Then again, you have to consider that I had been on the plane for 21 hours... my palate had gotten used to bland plane food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190994715436084482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAoeMMx_bQI/AAAAAAAAACo/nbtVX0jN4YU/s320/IMG_0079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim ordered the Flaming Cheese, as you can see her working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190994724026019090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAoeMsx_bRI/AAAAAAAAACw/fO3ApXEMRYg/s320/IMG_0080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also ordered a Spaghetti Bolognese - I split that with Kim, while Mom and Dad split the Osso Bucco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190994736910921010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAoeNcx_bTI/AAAAAAAAADA/ZFUcGkeCXXs/s320/IMG_0083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and Dad:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190998976043642210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAoiEMx_bWI/AAAAAAAAADY/xoPOShkrNJs/s320/IMG_0081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137669850648187989-6111644540423285425?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/6111644540423285425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=6111644540423285425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/6111644540423285425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/6111644540423285425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2008/04/opa-cyma-in-shangri-la.html' title='Opa!!  Cyma in Shangri-La'/><author><name>K</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAoeMMx_bQI/AAAAAAAAACo/nbtVX0jN4YU/s72-c/IMG_0079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-4142117570482706340</id><published>2008-04-19T11:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T12:11:24.644-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Feast at Italianni's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday, Totoy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Italianni's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a restaurant known for singing to its guests who are celebrating their birthdays. Coincidentally, &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Javi's brother) had just recently celebrated his birthday, so his brothers (Miggy and Javi) came up with the perfect plan to have the waiters sing to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAoKfsx_bLI/AAAAAAAAACA/PRXaC2_8UP4/s1600-h/IMG_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190973060210977970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAoKfsx_bLI/AAAAAAAAACA/PRXaC2_8UP4/s320/IMG_0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When asked what name they should put on the "cake," they gave a fake name that the waiters understood to be &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Totoy"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - a Filipino term for someone who's supposedly still wet behind the ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAoKf8x_bMI/AAAAAAAAACI/d5v4bZNXyl4/s1600-h/IMG_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190973064505945282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAoKf8x_bMI/AAAAAAAAACI/d5v4bZNXyl4/s320/IMG_0059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are Javi and Noel in uncontrollable laughter as they wait for the waiters to sing "Happy Birthday, Totoy" to the birthday boy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAoKgcx_bNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1YSzVK_SfWU/s1600-h/IMG_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190973073095879890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAoKgcx_bNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1YSzVK_SfWU/s320/IMG_0056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom and Pop (Javi's parents)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAoKgsx_bOI/AAAAAAAAACY/6K6SwlJU_pQ/s1600-h/IMG_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190973077390847202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAoKgsx_bOI/AAAAAAAAACY/6K6SwlJU_pQ/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Mom and Dad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAoKg8x_bPI/AAAAAAAAACg/rocT_yjdaVo/s1600-h/IMG_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190973081685814514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAoKg8x_bPI/AAAAAAAAACg/rocT_yjdaVo/s320/IMG_0055.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miggy and Celine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/137669850648187989-4142117570482706340?l=ksapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/4142117570482706340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=137669850648187989&amp;postID=4142117570482706340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/4142117570482706340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/137669850648187989/posts/default/4142117570482706340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksapartment.blogspot.com/2008/04/family-feast-at-italiannis.html' title='Family Feast at Italianni&apos;s'/><author><name>K</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAoKfsx_bLI/AAAAAAAAACA/PRXaC2_8UP4/s72-c/IMG_0052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137669850648187989.post-8525323587473515990</id><published>2008-04-18T21:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T22:41:30.379-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manila, I'm Comin' Home... to EAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Every Balikbayan* knows that when s/he comes home to Manila, there is an overabundance of food. True enough, my trip with Javs to Manila consisted of continuous servings of food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*balik = return / bayan = country (ie, as a noun, it means someone who returns to his/her country)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So here is an account of our FOOD TRIPs, as we call 'em in the Philippines. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(See? We even have a term for it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dinner with Patti and Christy - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zuni at &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Greenbelt 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Photos courtesy of Patti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAlKq6gESRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/pmMVsfpOBPM/s1600-h/IMG_8004.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190762146639923474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAlKq6gESRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/pmMVsfpOBPM/s200/IMG_8004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAlSvqgESYI/AAAAAAAAABM/CNKtVEmkTeE/s1600-h/IMG_8006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190771024337324418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAlSvqgESYI/AAAAAAAAABM/CNKtVEmkTeE/s200/IMG_8006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Cute little dinner rolls to start off with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAlLrqgESSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/EKKgHHmfqUc/s1600-h/IMG_7993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190763259036453154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAlLrqgESSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/EKKgHHmfqUc/s320/IMG_7993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm, soft and yummy! These rolls served as good appetizers, as they gave us a special sauce to dip them into. Too bad P didn't get a shot of the sauce, though. Next time, P!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patti's Mushroom Foie-Gras Ravioli&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAlLsagESVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4gOyTCDrIVI/s1600-h/IMG_7999.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAlLr6gESTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KxX0zSB750Y/s1600-h/IMG_7997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190763263331420466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAlLr6gESTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KxX0zSB750Y/s320/IMG_7997.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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patti had an interesting experience with this dish afterwards when she was driving home. Let's just say that those were &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; mushrooms! It's a good thing P got home safe... in spite of her hallucinations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Christy's Baked Norwegian Salmon in Filo Pastry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAlOX6gESXI/AAAAAAAAABE/PlD602x6ors/s1600-h/IMG_7999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190766218268920178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAlOX6gESXI/AAAAAAAAABE/PlD602x6ors/s320/IMG_7999.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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how C liked the salmon, but I honestly wasn't too fond of it, perhaps because of the lack of sauce or flavor. Also because I'm not too much of a salmon fan! I'm a Tilapia advocate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Roasted Fatless Rack of Lamb in Herb Crust&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAlLsKgESUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Z63b2Jyt23Y/s1600-h/IMG_7998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190763267626387778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAlLsKgESUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Z63b2Jyt23Y/s320/IMG_7998.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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was absolutely delicious! It was cooked just right - juicy and tasty enough, but the herbs and sauce did not overpower the taste of the lamb. Very DROOLWORTHY, I tell you! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coffee Crunch Souffle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAlLsqgESWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sUKFg6pAHEI/s1600-h/IMG_8003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190763276216322402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MOCfrEYPhck/SAlLsqgESWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sUKFg6pAHEI/s320/IMG_8003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This little piece of heaven was unfortunately too small for the three of us! 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