<?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-5245753800049591467</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:58:16.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask An Asian Girl</title><subtitle type='html'>Ask me anything.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Asian Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoABuvVoKlU/SYug4MnVEmI/AAAAAAAAABw/_GBdfCsK12c/s1600-R/kim_v_lela3.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245753800049591467.post-2086629680575889255</id><published>2008-11-06T21:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:24:13.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW POSTS SOON!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;currently procrastinating...will be back shortly (:&lt;br /&gt;&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/5245753800049591467-2086629680575889255?l=askanasiangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2086629680575889255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5245753800049591467&amp;postID=2086629680575889255' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/2086629680575889255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/2086629680575889255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-posts-soon.html' title='NEW POSTS SOON!'/><author><name>The Asian Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoABuvVoKlU/SYug4MnVEmI/AAAAAAAAABw/_GBdfCsK12c/s1600-R/kim_v_lela3.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245753800049591467.post-5377227899242772023</id><published>2008-11-03T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:29:52.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear procrastinators...</title><content type='html'>GO OUT AND VOTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And please, vote with intelligence, not ignorance.  Not due to idiotic reasoning such as "he's a Muslim" or "wow, his running mate is a stone cold FOX!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;The Asian Girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5245753800049591467-5377227899242772023?l=askanasiangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5377227899242772023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5245753800049591467&amp;postID=5377227899242772023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/5377227899242772023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/5377227899242772023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-all-you-procrastinators.html' title='Dear procrastinators...'/><author><name>The Asian Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoABuvVoKlU/SYug4MnVEmI/AAAAAAAAABw/_GBdfCsK12c/s1600-R/kim_v_lela3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245753800049591467.post-3779108001333593261</id><published>2008-11-02T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:47:21.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy (late) Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoABuvVoKlU/SQ50GPSa95I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_VoCRsI4Erc/s1600-h/n50105499_31425796_8114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoABuvVoKlU/SQ50GPSa95I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_VoCRsI4Erc/s320/n50105499_31425796_8114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264272664974522258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Gov. Sarah Palin approves.&lt;/span&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/5245753800049591467-3779108001333593261?l=askanasiangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3779108001333593261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5245753800049591467&amp;postID=3779108001333593261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/3779108001333593261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/3779108001333593261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-late-halloween.html' title='Happy (late) Halloween!'/><author><name>The Asian Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoABuvVoKlU/SYug4MnVEmI/AAAAAAAAABw/_GBdfCsK12c/s1600-R/kim_v_lela3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoABuvVoKlU/SQ50GPSa95I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_VoCRsI4Erc/s72-c/n50105499_31425796_8114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245753800049591467.post-7253973846467070372</id><published>2008-10-28T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T22:28:56.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so strung out on you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoABuvVoKlU/SQlGCxtNPGI/AAAAAAAAABI/9K8x64hDJeg/s1600-h/cp3+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoABuvVoKlU/SQlGCxtNPGI/AAAAAAAAABI/9K8x64hDJeg/s320/cp3+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262814653075766370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am a nail polish addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first step is admitting you have a problem.&lt;br /&gt;A problem, you say?  I estimate my nail polish collection to be around 400 dollars...please note that out of 35 bottles, only 3 were bought prior to Fall 2007.  However, compared to getting a biweekly acrylic fill, I still saved over a hundred dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up until January 2007, I was a chronic nail-biter.  The only time I was not was during my acrylic phase from 2004-2006.  Since I was in the UK, I could not afford acrylics. (60 dollars?!  Sorry, there's Strongbow to be bought...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my nail must-haves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seche Vite top coat (This may have fueled my addiction far more than anything else...15 minutes and my nails are dry?!  Now I can change it daily...*evil grin*)&lt;br /&gt;Solar Oil (I have learned to love the almond scent.  Also, combined with Seche Vite, polish dries even faster (10 minutes!!!).  I think it works with oils in general; I have yet to try other oils.)&lt;br /&gt;OPI Nail Envy (This is my workhorse base coat.  Many people complain about it peeling; maybe I'm a freak but it's been the best base I've ever used.)&lt;br /&gt;Sally Hansen Instant Cuticle Remover (Yes, it's cheap and you can find it at Wal-Mart.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my less favorite products:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orly Bonder (Quickest tip wear ever.  Save 8 dollars and skip it.)&lt;br /&gt;any OPI base/top coat (It chips and peels.  Besides, you don't want to wait forever for your polish to dry already.)&lt;br /&gt;Chanel Black Satin (&lt;a href="http://www.scrangie.com/"&gt;Scrangie&lt;/a&gt;, one of my favorite nail blogs, recommended Zoya Raven instead.  I own both; not only is it identical, it is 14 dollars cheaper AND applies much easier than the Chanel.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(note:  For those of you who are curious, that is my (sloppy) rendition of Chris Paul's New Orleans Hornets jersey (CP3!!!).  The white is Zoya Gaia, the purple Zoya Yasmeen and the teal China Glaze For Audrey.)&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/5245753800049591467-7253973846467070372?l=askanasiangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7253973846467070372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5245753800049591467&amp;postID=7253973846467070372' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/7253973846467070372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/7253973846467070372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-nail-polish-addict.html' title='I&apos;m so strung out on you...'/><author><name>The Asian Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoABuvVoKlU/SYug4MnVEmI/AAAAAAAAABw/_GBdfCsK12c/s1600-R/kim_v_lela3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoABuvVoKlU/SQlGCxtNPGI/AAAAAAAAABI/9K8x64hDJeg/s72-c/cp3+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245753800049591467.post-243433160667820573</id><published>2008-10-26T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:03:56.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>q:  Asian Girl!  Your football predictions suck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What have you got to say for yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a:  Hey, hey, hey.  Okay, so LSU's new QBs have crapped the bed (Damn you, Ryan Perrilloux!  Why the fuck couldn't you have just behaved?!) and my not-so-secret former crush Tim Tebow (Blue and orange Crocs?  Girlie hard-on goodbye!) has finally put himself back in the Heisman race (although I think a few Big 12 QBs have something to say about that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main prediction still stands.  It will be someone in the Big 12 (Texas, Texas Tech or OU) vs. Alabama.  I would usually pull for the SEC, but the Big 12 is making that mighty hard this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy to see Penn State beat those pesky Buckeyes.  Great, maybe the national championship will be worth watching this time around!&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/5245753800049591467-243433160667820573?l=askanasiangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/243433160667820573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5245753800049591467&amp;postID=243433160667820573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/243433160667820573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/243433160667820573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/q-asian-girl-your-football-predictions.html' title='q:  Asian Girl!  Your football predictions suck!'/><author><name>The Asian Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoABuvVoKlU/SYug4MnVEmI/AAAAAAAAABw/_GBdfCsK12c/s1600-R/kim_v_lela3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245753800049591467.post-2463299173848479670</id><published>2008-10-22T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T18:22:15.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>q:  I'm having a long run of bad luck...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;how do I cope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a:  What ever you do, don't panic.  Take a time-out and breathe.  Rethink the situation and assess the worst that can happen.  Mentally put yourself in that situation and imagine it playing out.  Not that bad?  Good.  Still freaking out?  Calm down and reconsider.  Repeat until content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be Biblical or anything, but have you heard of the book of Job?  Homeboy went through a mad crazy spell of bad luck and all of his friends thought that God was punishing him.  However, Job disagreed.  Job was right:  sometimes bad things just happen for no reason.  Some people just have this innate need to blame so they blame God/karma/etc.  I subscribe to a more simplistic explanation:  shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be as harsh as a close friend of mine:  "Asian Girl, life sucks.  Get a helmet." (Sorry, BFF2, I still love ya.)  Unfortunately, I'm notorious for whining/dwelling on things so some tough love was definitely in order.  I hope you're not anywhere near as stubborn as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not know the extent or severity of your situation, so I apologize ahead of time if this seems trite.  I'm no stranger to a string of bad luck.  For instance, I've been single for four years.  (Just kidding...not the single part, but insinuating that being single is bad luck.)  A good two months before leaving for England, it was just one thing after another.  I slept with someone I shouldn't have.  I got caught up in someone else's illicit activities.  I got rejected for a higher credit limit.  I got into two car accidents within a week of each other.  I lost my job...a week before Christmas.  My admission and housing situation in England was not confirmed and the university was closed until the second week of January.  A good friend's mother died shortly after Christmas and the funeral was held on my 22nd birthday.  Pretty much, I thought I was completely fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, what helped me out was some kind words from a friend:  "Since all these bad things have happened to you so far, something really good has got to happen."  (Thanks again, BFF2!  haha...)  Sure enough, things began to improve.  I got my acceptance letter during the first week of January.  My aunt lent my dad 4000 dollars for my trip.  My housing finally came through 4 days before my departure.  Soon enough, I was on a plane to the UK and experienced the time of my life (so far, that is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson is, things will get better eventually.  Here's something to remember from the greatest musical ever:  "Except for death and paying taxes, everything in life is only for now."&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/5245753800049591467-2463299173848479670?l=askanasiangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2463299173848479670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5245753800049591467&amp;postID=2463299173848479670' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/2463299173848479670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/2463299173848479670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/q-im-having-long-run-of-bad-luck.html' title='q:  I&apos;m having a long run of bad luck...'/><author><name>The Asian Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoABuvVoKlU/SYug4MnVEmI/AAAAAAAAABw/_GBdfCsK12c/s1600-R/kim_v_lela3.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245753800049591467.post-8000478196839432160</id><published>2008-10-18T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T04:17:27.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Erasmus Syndrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoABuvVoKlU/SP223tGOJRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KymJpWVD464/s1600-h/myspringvacation.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoABuvVoKlU/SP223tGOJRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KymJpWVD464/s320/myspringvacation.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259561007953356050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://metanastis.blogspot.com/2008/01/erasmus-syndrome.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On January 27, 2007, I left the US for 5 months in the UK.  It still remains, if not the best, one of the best times of my life so far.  It's almost been 2 years but the memories are still fresh in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;The best advice I can ever give to a college student is to study abroad.  I know what some of you are thinking:  Oh, another "study abroad transformed me" story.  All study abroad stories are unique to their owner but all share the same sentiment:  you are never the same after. You will never be the same after.  This article elaborates on the same idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;This was found by my friend Alexandra who translated it from Greek and was edited by yours truly.  The original can be found at &lt;a href="http://metanastis.blogspot.com/2008/01/erasmus-syndrome.html"&gt;http://metanastis.blogspot.com/2008/01/erasmus-syndrome.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Erasmus Syndrome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; 17/01/05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; "I’m at my university right now. I've met so many people and I feel great! If I were to leave Sweden right now this would be a great experience so far, bearing in mind that I’ve been here for 5 days and I will stay for the following five months!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; This is the first entry in the diary I used to keep while I was in Sweden taking part in the Erasmus program.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Erasmus syndrome is a condition that comes as result of a long stay abroad and it happens due to change of culture, climate, society, language, friends, relationships, lessons, food, habits, colors, smells, feelings, insurance system, traffic regulation, TV programs, people, animals, insects, plants…what else? Oh yes, toilets, cities, villages, football, music, politics, mass media, means of transport, time that gets dark, time the sun rises, time that it’s noon and it's time for me to finish the list. At the end, the combination of the all the aforementioned with those that one finds in the country one comes from results in the Erasmus syndrome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Let me take things from the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The first days in a foreign country - where you know you’ll be spending a serious amount of time living in - are revealing. You see and live unfamiliar things and this induces a sense of euphoria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; After we all had fun and got to know each other fairly well, we enjoyed a period of relative relaxation, where we started to behave as if we were residents of this country: Travels, walks, parties, football, studying, friends, and everyday human activities. (Now that I’m writing this I realize after a long time the need for such small joys of life – even though it sounds like a cliché. Go for a walk somewhere nice, give your girlfriend a flower, look at a full moon, ’cause if this isn't life then what is it?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Time got by very pleasantly (something that confirms the notion that when you’re having a good time, time flies by.) The weather was cold but tolerable, almost pleasantly different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Toward the end of Erasmus, the need for contact was imperative and the promises for future reunions were endless. Especially the last days we used to have many conversations about where are we in life right now, what are we doing, what we're gonna do next and so on, all that accompanied by the stress of our return or rather, our departure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I remember the discussion we had with a Slovenian and a Belgian guy our last night out. We all felt so weird that we may never meet again that we started to philosophize effortlessly just to end up to a funny fact that actually contained some truth. “No, my friend, no! You have to put your feelings in a box as long as you are here and leave it aside.” That is, no smiles, no joy, all that has to be in the box. I guess that was a bit exaggerated, but what happens if you bond excessively with something or with everything there was where you went? How are you going to go back home? I imagine (and believe me I can imagine that because I lived it) that it’s going to be torture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; While I was in Sweden, relatives and friends kept asking me when I was coming back. They kept talking about how much they missed me and all that stuff. However, I felt exactly the opposite, I wasn’t in the mood to go back home or explain what I lived. I feel (and this is not only me, but also lots of friends from Erasmus feel so) that over there I had a parallel life that I could make it as I wished, knowing what friends to make, what decisions to take (based on my experience of life, okay I must’ve had some experience from all the stupid things I’ve done, right?) and knowing of course that one day I would be back home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I can say that others were influenced a lot by the syndrome; they changed or their life changed (I know quite a lot of people that broke up while being on the program, whereas others broke up by going back), while others seemed unaffected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The first days I got back to Greece I felt lost, trapped between two worlds. My room seemed too small for me, the toilet big, and the key different; however the city, the relatives and friends were all the same. I can say that when you are emotionally bonded before you go, you are even more when you return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; One of the many pieces of advice is to go alone and hang out with as many foreigners as possible. Even if it seems scary at first, it will leave you with some incredible memories and knowledge at the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The symptoms of the Erasmus syndrome include continuous sighs, a sense of escape, the need for a full life, words like ‘everyone has their own story, their own friends, and we all together are a group', tolerance to other ethnicities and generally to the different, increase of sociability and a lot of other symptoms that would take up lot of space to be described here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Finally (this is another freaking symptom, thinking in another language, in my case English) this whole thing has left me a bittersweet taste that is getting sweeter and sweeter as time goes by…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; 14/06/2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; "I’m on the airplane right now. If I were alone here I would be crying. Everything's so different but still the same. It’s over…"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5245753800049591467-8000478196839432160?l=askanasiangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8000478196839432160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5245753800049591467&amp;postID=8000478196839432160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/8000478196839432160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/8000478196839432160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/erasmus-syndrome.html' title='Erasmus Syndrome'/><author><name>The Asian 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245753800049591467.post-540472515300027840</id><published>2008-10-14T17:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T06:12:48.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A substantial sex survey...just what The Asian Girl ordered.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: What is it that you absolutely&lt;wbr&gt;​ need sexually?​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;a: Someone to have sex with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: What is something you have alway&lt;wbr&gt;​s wante&lt;wbr&gt;​d to try?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;a: Liberator "Bedroom Adventure Gear".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: What is somet&lt;wbr&gt;​hing you have never&lt;wbr&gt;​ done in bed befor&lt;wbr&gt;​e?​&lt;br /&gt;a: Fucked someone with a strap-on...and no, I don't plan on ever trying it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: What time of day do you like to have sex?&lt;br /&gt;a: Anytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: What do you absolutely&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;​ need to see to turn you on?&lt;br /&gt;a: Nothing, my imagination is pretty good at doing that by itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: How long can you just kiss until&lt;wbr&gt;​ your hands&lt;wbr&gt;​ start&lt;wbr&gt;​ to wande&lt;wbr&gt;​r?​&lt;br /&gt;a: Not very long, that's for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: If someo&lt;wbr&gt;​ne was in the next room while&lt;wbr&gt;​ you had sex would&lt;wbr&gt;​ it make you nervous or excit&lt;wbr&gt;​ed?​&lt;br /&gt;a: It depends on who was in the next room. A friend of mine? No big deal. The parents? Weeeeeird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: Would&lt;wbr&gt;​ it bothe&lt;wbr&gt;​r you if your significant other got naked&lt;wbr&gt;​ at a beach&lt;wbr&gt;​ or river&lt;wbr&gt;​?​&lt;br /&gt;a: If they were with me, there would be a legitimate reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: Have you ever faked&lt;wbr&gt;​ an orgas&lt;wbr&gt;​m?​&lt;br /&gt;a: Once and what caused me to do so still kinda traumatizes me to this day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: What part of your body are you self-&lt;wbr&gt;​consc&lt;wbr&gt;​ious about&lt;wbr&gt;​?​&lt;br /&gt;a: My midsection but I think I've come to terms with it for the most part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: Do you have any sexua&lt;wbr&gt;​l regre&lt;wbr&gt;​ts?​&lt;br /&gt;a: No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: If a lover&lt;wbr&gt;​ cheat&lt;wbr&gt;​ed on you would&lt;wbr&gt;​ you take them back?&lt;wbr&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;a: Considering this is one of my biggest personal issues, I want to automatically say no. However, I feel that this may change in the future due to circumstances, but for now I will go ahead and say no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: How impor&lt;wbr&gt;​tant is sex in your life?&lt;wbr&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;a: Have you ever had a fairly long conversation with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: How impor&lt;wbr&gt;​tant is love in your life?&lt;wbr&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;a: Very...but love has many forms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: What is the bigge&lt;wbr&gt;​st fight&lt;wbr&gt;​ you have ever had with a significant other?​&lt;br /&gt;a: The biggest fight I can think of was during the stupid "break" my last ex imposed. He was angry that I had talked to the girl he would eventually leave me for about our situation at the time. When I called her concerning an unrelated incident, I asked how things were with my ex concerning our "break". She told me that he told her that we were completely over. Looking back, my crazy ass was right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: Do you belie&lt;wbr&gt;​ve in makeup sex?&lt;br /&gt;a: It can be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: Have you ever told a compl&lt;wbr&gt;​ete stran&lt;wbr&gt;​ger somet&lt;wbr&gt;​hing you kept from a lover&lt;wbr&gt;​?​&lt;br /&gt;a: I doubt it...but it's been quite a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: Have you ever had a one night&lt;wbr&gt;​ stand&lt;wbr&gt;​?​&lt;br /&gt;a: Who hasn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: Have you ever rebou&lt;wbr&gt;​nded and knew&lt;wbr&gt;​ you were doing&lt;wbr&gt;​ so?&lt;br /&gt;a: Yes, and I believed it (partially) saved me from a further downhill spiral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: Who did you lose your virgi&lt;wbr&gt;​nity to?&lt;br /&gt;a: My first ex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: When and where&lt;wbr&gt;​ did you lose your virgi&lt;wbr&gt;​nity?&lt;wbr&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;a: October 11, 2002 in the backseat of a Mazda 626.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: If you could&lt;wbr&gt;​ go back in time would&lt;wbr&gt;​ you chang&lt;wbr&gt;​e it or take it back?&lt;wbr&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;a: No. I was waiting for someone special and they said those "magical three words". I'm a romantic deep down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: Would&lt;wbr&gt;​ you go down on your significant other under&lt;wbr&gt;​ a resta&lt;wbr&gt;​urant&lt;wbr&gt;​ table?​&lt;br /&gt;a: Perhaps...perchance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: Where&lt;wbr&gt;​ would&lt;wbr&gt;​ you have sex in publi&lt;wbr&gt;​c?​&lt;br /&gt;a: Been there, done that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: Would&lt;wbr&gt;​ you ever have sex while&lt;wbr&gt;​ at work?&lt;wbr&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;a: Oh yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: Would&lt;wbr&gt;​ you have sex in the corne&lt;wbr&gt;​r of a depar&lt;wbr&gt;​tment&lt;wbr&gt;​ store&lt;wbr&gt;​?​&lt;br /&gt;a: If I wouldn't get caught, why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: Would&lt;wbr&gt;​ you have sex in the rain?&lt;wbr&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;a: A light drizzle? Sure. Torrential category 4 rain? Well, if the moment hit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: What movie&lt;wbr&gt;​ makes&lt;wbr&gt;​ you horny&lt;wbr&gt;​?​&lt;br /&gt;a: BFF1: CRUEL INTENTIONS?! Seriously, Asian Girl, Cruel Intentions?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: What is the highe&lt;wbr&gt;​st numbe&lt;wbr&gt;​r of orgas&lt;wbr&gt;​ms you have had in one sex romp?&lt;wbr&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;a: Phew...couldn't tell you; I get kinda fuzzy after a few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: How many do you wish you could&lt;wbr&gt;​ have?&lt;wbr&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;a: I get my fair share, thank you (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: Would&lt;wbr&gt;​ you have sex in a dress&lt;wbr&gt;​ing room?&lt;wbr&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;a: As I said before, if I wouldn't get caught...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: What sound&lt;wbr&gt;​s do you like to hear durin&lt;wbr&gt;​g sex?&lt;br /&gt;a: FutureSex/LoveSounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: What sound&lt;wbr&gt;​s do you make durin&lt;wbr&gt;​g sex?&lt;br /&gt;a: Ask any of my former roommates/suitemates/bedmates. I've heard stories of several different people mimicking them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: What words&lt;wbr&gt;​ do you love to hear durin&lt;wbr&gt;​g sex?&lt;br /&gt;a: I like compliments :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: How many times&lt;wbr&gt;​ a week do you like to have sex?&lt;br /&gt;a: Everyday/every other day would be cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: Do you want to try the 69 posit&lt;wbr&gt;​ion?​&lt;br /&gt;a: It's been done, and believe me, it's fanfuckingtastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: What are your three&lt;wbr&gt;​ favorite posit&lt;wbr&gt;​ions?&lt;wbr&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;a: Doggy, missionary and everything else is pretty peachy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: What are the top 3 eroge&lt;wbr&gt;​nous zones&lt;wbr&gt;​ on your body?&lt;wbr&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;a: I can only pick three? Well, shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: Top or botto&lt;wbr&gt;​m?​&lt;br /&gt;a: Bottom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: Bedro&lt;wbr&gt;​om or other&lt;wbr&gt;​ room?&lt;wbr&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;a: Whatever works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: Light&lt;wbr&gt;​s on or off?&lt;br /&gt;a: Dimmed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: Publi&lt;wbr&gt;​c or priva&lt;wbr&gt;​te?​&lt;br /&gt;a: Private.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: Parti&lt;wbr&gt;​ally or entir&lt;wbr&gt;​ely naked&lt;wbr&gt;​?​&lt;br /&gt;a: Entirely...but rushed quickie sex that requires clothing to be pushed aside for easy access can be hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: Oil &amp;amp; lotio&lt;wbr&gt;​n or candl&lt;wbr&gt;​es &amp;amp; Egypt&lt;wbr&gt;​ian cotto&lt;wbr&gt;​n sheet&lt;wbr&gt;​s?&lt;br /&gt;a: Both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: Naugh&lt;wbr&gt;​ty video&lt;wbr&gt;​s or hot photo&lt;wbr&gt;​s?​&lt;br /&gt;a: Videos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: Lacy panti&lt;wbr&gt;​es/silk boxer&lt;wbr&gt;​s or leath&lt;wbr&gt;​er?​&lt;br /&gt;a: Lace and silk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: Fast &amp;amp; hard or slow &amp;amp; gentl&lt;wbr&gt;​e?​&lt;br /&gt;a: Both in moderate amounts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: Stand&lt;wbr&gt;​ing up or layin&lt;wbr&gt;​g down?&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a: I'm 4'9, do you know how hard standing up sex is for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: Soft or firm touch&lt;wbr&gt;​?​&lt;br /&gt;a: Both in varying degrees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: Under&lt;wbr&gt;​ cover&lt;wbr&gt;​s or on top?&lt;br /&gt;a: Under covers; I like touching things :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: Would&lt;wbr&gt;​ you ever have sex in your child&lt;wbr&gt;​hood bedro&lt;wbr&gt;​om?​&lt;br /&gt;a: No, it's my sister's now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: Have you ever hooke&lt;wbr&gt;​d up on a swing&lt;wbr&gt;​ set?&lt;br /&gt;a: No, but I own a sex swing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: Is there&lt;wbr&gt;​ any desir&lt;wbr&gt;​e that you want to try that you think&lt;wbr&gt;​ is taboo&lt;wbr&gt;​?​&lt;br /&gt;a: Not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: Any new posit&lt;wbr&gt;​ions you haven&lt;wbr&gt;​'t done but want to try?&lt;br /&gt;a: Yeah, sure, but the old standbys are there for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: Do you have any sexua&lt;wbr&gt;​l fetis&lt;wbr&gt;​hes you want to explo&lt;wbr&gt;​re?​&lt;br /&gt;a: With the right person, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: Are there&lt;wbr&gt;​ any secre&lt;wbr&gt;​t desir&lt;wbr&gt;​es you have never&lt;wbr&gt;​ told?&lt;wbr&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;a: Doesn't everyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: Where&lt;wbr&gt;​ in the house&lt;wbr&gt;​ is your favor&lt;wbr&gt;​ite spot to have sex?&lt;br /&gt;a: A bed is fine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: What is your favor&lt;wbr&gt;​ite thing&lt;wbr&gt;​ about&lt;wbr&gt;​ sex?&lt;br /&gt;a: Sex has always fascinated me...I can't pick one thing that I favor...maybe the intimacy that can be shared between two people thanks to this amazing act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: What is your favor&lt;wbr&gt;​ite sexua&lt;wbr&gt;​l setti&lt;wbr&gt;​ng?​&lt;br /&gt;a: Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: Would&lt;wbr&gt;​ you ever work out nude?&lt;wbr&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;a: Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: Would&lt;wbr&gt;​ you have sex on the bench&lt;wbr&gt;​ press&lt;wbr&gt;​?​&lt;br /&gt;a: A personal one; not a public one...ew, germs + staph = not cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: Would&lt;wbr&gt;​ you ever fool aroun&lt;wbr&gt;​d in a movie&lt;wbr&gt;​ theat&lt;wbr&gt;​er?​&lt;br /&gt;a: Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: Would&lt;wbr&gt;​ you ever make a porno&lt;wbr&gt;​ with your significant other?​&lt;br /&gt;a: Been there, burned that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: Would&lt;wbr&gt;​ you ever do a photo&lt;wbr&gt;​ shoot&lt;wbr&gt;​ in sexy cloth&lt;wbr&gt;​es for your significant other?​&lt;br /&gt;a: Been there, deleted that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: Do you think&lt;wbr&gt;​ you need sex more or less often&lt;wbr&gt;​ than the avera&lt;wbr&gt;​ge perso&lt;wbr&gt;​n?​&lt;br /&gt;a: More...if you only knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;q: Who was on your mind while&lt;wbr&gt;​ you did this surve&lt;wbr&gt;​y?​&lt;br /&gt;a: ...dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5245753800049591467-540472515300027840?l=askanasiangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/540472515300027840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5245753800049591467&amp;postID=540472515300027840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/540472515300027840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/540472515300027840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/substantial-sex-surveyjust-what-asian.html' title='A substantial sex survey...just what The Asian Girl ordered.'/><author><name>The Asian Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoABuvVoKlU/SYug4MnVEmI/AAAAAAAAABw/_GBdfCsK12c/s1600-R/kim_v_lela3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245753800049591467.post-3729557123270806103</id><published>2008-10-14T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:30:05.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>q:  What's a maverick?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a:  My first thought after hearing the word maverick *wink* is someone who goes against the grain; not afraid to ruffle feathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend responded that he thought a maverick was someone who "flew under the radar, a 'lone ranger'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Heritage Dictionary defines maverick as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EOF_HEAD--&gt; &lt;!--BOF_DEF--&gt; &lt;ol style="font-family: verdana;" type="1"&gt;&lt;li&gt;An unbranded range animal, especially a calf that has become separated from its mother, traditionally considered the property of the first person who brands it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One that refuses to abide by the dictates of or resists adherence to a group; a dissenter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--EOF_DEF--&gt; &lt;!--BOF_HEAD--&gt;&lt;!--EOF_HEAD--&gt;&lt;!--BOF_DEF--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; adj.    Being independent in thought and action or exhibiting such independence: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;maverick politicians; a maverick decision.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--EOF_DEF--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--BOF_DEF--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; [Possibly after Samuel Augustus  Maverick (1803-1870), American cattleman who left the calves in his herd unbranded .]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I guess we're both right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the word also makes me think of Kenny Loggins' "Danger Zone"...I have no earthly idea why.  *wink*&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/5245753800049591467-3729557123270806103?l=askanasiangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3729557123270806103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5245753800049591467&amp;postID=3729557123270806103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/3729557123270806103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/3729557123270806103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/q-whats-maverick.html' title='q:  What&apos;s a maverick?'/><author><name>The Asian Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoABuvVoKlU/SYug4MnVEmI/AAAAAAAAABw/_GBdfCsK12c/s1600-R/kim_v_lela3.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245753800049591467.post-8669010183999806236</id><published>2008-10-14T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:30:27.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>q:  What happens to recycled ink cartridges?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a:  First of all, not all ink cartridges can be recycled, some of which can be classified as "hazardous waste".  Strange, but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ciwmb.ca.gov/WPIE/Electronics/InkAndToner.htm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(http://www.ciwmb.ca.gov/WPIE/Electronics/InkAndToner.htm)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happens to the ones that can be recycled?  Many charities refill and resell them in order to raise money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.recyclenow.com/what_can_i_do_today/can_it_be_recycled/other_items/printer.html"&gt;(http://www.recyclenow.com/what_can_i_do_today/can_it_be_recycled/other_items/printer.html)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5245753800049591467-8669010183999806236?l=askanasiangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8669010183999806236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5245753800049591467&amp;postID=8669010183999806236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/8669010183999806236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/8669010183999806236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/q-what-happens-to-recycled-ink.html' title='q:  What happens to recycled ink cartridges?'/><author><name>The Asian Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoABuvVoKlU/SYug4MnVEmI/AAAAAAAAABw/_GBdfCsK12c/s1600-R/kim_v_lela3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245753800049591467.post-6121435407062289585</id><published>2008-10-14T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:30:39.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>q:  If you were a dinosaur, what would you be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a:  This brings back childhood memories of The Land Before Time.  I think I'd be the little one who never shut the fuck up.  I kinda wish I were more like Cera, the bitchy triceratops, but I think my sisters are more like her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5245753800049591467-6121435407062289585?l=askanasiangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6121435407062289585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5245753800049591467&amp;postID=6121435407062289585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/6121435407062289585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/6121435407062289585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/q-if-you-were-dinosaur-what-would-you.html' title='q:  If you were a dinosaur, what would you be?'/><author><name>The Asian Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoABuvVoKlU/SYug4MnVEmI/AAAAAAAAABw/_GBdfCsK12c/s1600-R/kim_v_lela3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245753800049591467.post-4605977355498235273</id><published>2008-10-14T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:31:01.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>q:  Love?  The fuck is that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a:  Love is life.  It's also the biggest paradox ever.  It can be the most nourishing thing or the source of deprivation.  One thing is definite:  Love is powerful, no matter if it's got a negative or positive effect.  Do I believe in love?  Yes.  For myself?  That I'm not so sure of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't believe there's a "one and only" soul mate type of thing.  I believe that there are several people we can potentially connect with deeply.  It's very limited to think of a "one and only", I think if you put yourself out there with an open mind and heart, the possibilities are endless.  As for soul mates, I think there are different kinds; not just the romantic kind.  I think we're all fortunate to have experienced one in our lives, even if it's just platonic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altruistic love to me, is pure love.  Unlike romantic love, which can be draining, fleeting and expected to be returned, altruism expects nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of "love", I fucking hate the Keyshia Cole song with the same title.  It's whiny and HE'S CHEATING ON YOU!!!  Dump him and get over it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love came as an energy drink in a can, I'd hand it out to all 6 billion of the world's population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessimistic Asian Girl:  ...but it doesn't pay the bills.&lt;br /&gt;Optimistic Asian Girl:  No, it does not, but it sure makes everything else better.&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/5245753800049591467-4605977355498235273?l=askanasiangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4605977355498235273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5245753800049591467&amp;postID=4605977355498235273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/4605977355498235273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/4605977355498235273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/q-love-fuck-is-that.html' title='q:  Love?  The fuck is that?'/><author><name>The Asian Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoABuvVoKlU/SYug4MnVEmI/AAAAAAAAABw/_GBdfCsK12c/s1600-R/kim_v_lela3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245753800049591467.post-4061011050267203761</id><published>2008-10-06T04:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:29:33.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>q:  I still miss my ex...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...we were together for three years and I can't shake the thought of him away.  When will I get over him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a:  It will be hard, it will be painful, and it will definitely be frustrating.  The length of time will vary for everyone but there is a light at the end of the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard...that is one thing I can guarantee.  It took me a good three years to recover from the carnage of my last relationship and to this day a part of me still isn't fully healed.  I spent a lot of that time blaming myself:  I wasn't pretty/thin/rich enough to keep him.  What I didn't see was that the relationship was doomed to begin with.  I ignored several red flags yet jumped in anyway.  It's not always about you.  (This can be a hard fact to accept, I'm still trying to accept this after my weekend snafu.)  That's the first step toward forgiving yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read an interesting quote recently:  "In order to get over one, fuck many."  I'm not sure if this works for everyone, I do know it didn't for me.  I guess it might be effective as a temporary distraction but I can't see it healing the pain from the last relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great way to help alleviate the pain is to live your life for yourself.  Do all the things you couldn't do while in the previous relationship.  (You know, like get some awesome head from that hottie you've been surreptitiously checking out during your lunch break...just kidding!...or maybe not...)  He hated sushi but you love it?  Call a friend up and go to that new sushi place you've been dying to try!  Your ex bitched about you going out with the girls?  Call them up and shake that ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...but watch yourself!  ...okay, I'm a huge idiot.  Feel free to slap me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a terrible cliche, but if it's meant to be, it's meant to be.  I usually don't advocate games, but here's one that worked for me.  After spending the summer on-and-off fucking my ex, I wanted to see if he really wanted to be "friends".  When fall semester rolled in and I moved back on campus, I quit calling him.  There were many times I wanted to (alcohol is evil, I'm tellin' ya!) but I kept my composure.  Sure enough, he didn't call.  And if a guy quits trying to contact you, it's an obvious answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is, when you succeed, don't rub it all over the ex's face.  It's tempting but take the high ground.  When I went to Amsterdam for Queen's Day 2007, I wanted so badly to call my ex and brag that I had accomplished what he had wanted so badly.  He was still in Florida, engaged with a baby on the way and I was partying my ass off in Europe.  However, a good friend stopped me and informed me that such a thing would only remind him that I was still thinking of him.  And who needs that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, don't try to get over a relationship by quickly diving into a new one.  It's not fair to the next person because the wounds are still fresh.  They want to make a connection, not to act as a wet nurse.  You'll still be facing your demons except now someone else is stuck in your mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line is, accept the pain, do your thang, don't hurt others and in the end, everything will be okay.  No, it won't be the same but you'll be better off thanks to the experience.  I promise.&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/5245753800049591467-4061011050267203761?l=askanasiangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4061011050267203761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5245753800049591467&amp;postID=4061011050267203761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/4061011050267203761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/4061011050267203761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/q-i-still-miss-my-ex.html' title='q:  I still miss my ex...'/><author><name>The Asian Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoABuvVoKlU/SYug4MnVEmI/AAAAAAAAABw/_GBdfCsK12c/s1600-R/kim_v_lela3.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245753800049591467.post-713770473078261850</id><published>2008-10-04T11:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:47:39.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking about settling?  Don't.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I refuse to settle for less than what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; am worth. That may be a huge contributing factor to why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'ve been single for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 4 years have been a mix of emotions.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;t's been frustrating and irritating, but also full of random blessings...for example, had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; not been single, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; probably would've never studied abroad in England. Had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; not broken up with my last ex, there are several close friends of mine who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; would've not gotten to know and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'m so lucky to have them in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; never have to answer to anyone about what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'m doing or where &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'m going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; do miss the intimacy and physical aspects. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; miss being taken out to dinner and a movie. However, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; haven't been celibate the last 4 years. As for dinners and movies, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'ve had a blast with the random friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; have gone out with for those outings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't settle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; feel that things will be taken care of in the long run even when there's no end in sight.&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/5245753800049591467-713770473078261850?l=askanasiangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/713770473078261850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5245753800049591467&amp;postID=713770473078261850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/713770473078261850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/713770473078261850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/thinking-about-settling-dont.html' title='Thinking about settling?  Don&apos;t.'/><author><name>The Asian Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoABuvVoKlU/SYug4MnVEmI/AAAAAAAAABw/_GBdfCsK12c/s1600-R/kim_v_lela3.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245753800049591467.post-6152409700516190486</id><published>2008-10-04T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:33:06.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My two main sex issues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Have fun with sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; think us as humans have few pleasures better than sex, so enjoy it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;f it seems like a chore, then step away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- BE SAFER! Use condoms, get tested, don't give head when you've got mouth sores.&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/5245753800049591467-6152409700516190486?l=askanasiangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6152409700516190486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5245753800049591467&amp;postID=6152409700516190486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/6152409700516190486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/6152409700516190486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-two-main-sex-issues.html' title='My two main sex issues...'/><author><name>The Asian Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoABuvVoKlU/SYug4MnVEmI/AAAAAAAAABw/_GBdfCsK12c/s1600-R/kim_v_lela3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245753800049591467.post-203183846347464444</id><published>2008-10-04T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:33:24.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>q:  Why have you been single for (almost) 4 years?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; a:  Not gonna lie, my last relationship ran my ass over.  My heart was smashed on the pavement for all to see.  I've had ample opportunity, but it's rare that I meet someone who intrigues me enough to get serious again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directly after the relationship, I just wanted to get off and get out.  This was a great arrangement but only if I disliked or had less respect for the other person.  The ones I actually liked...it hasn't been pretty.  My personal motto is, if anyone's going to drive me crazy, it's going to be me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5245753800049591467-203183846347464444?l=askanasiangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/203183846347464444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5245753800049591467&amp;postID=203183846347464444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/203183846347464444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/203183846347464444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/q-why-have-you-been-single-for-almost-4.html' title='q:  Why have you been single for (almost) 4 years?'/><author><name>The Asian Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoABuvVoKlU/SYug4MnVEmI/AAAAAAAAABw/_GBdfCsK12c/s1600-R/kim_v_lela3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245753800049591467.post-3081183666385539126</id><published>2008-10-04T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:33:57.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>q:  All my friends are getting married/having babies...help!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a:  If you're not ready, don't do it!  Being a small town girl, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; can totally relate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; think women focus on the wrong things when it comes to marriage, as if the wedding is the end-all, be-all.  Hell no!  The agony and ecstasy begins now.  I say, focus on the relationship; the marriage itself.  The wedding is only for a day...make the marriage last longer than it takes to pay off the wedding bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for kids...do you really know how much it costs?  My nail polish fund becomes diaper money?  FUCK NO!  Not just the monetary cost, but the physical, emotional and mental costs are dramatically high.  If you've still got some wild oats to sow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; strongly recommend NOT having kids.&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/5245753800049591467-3081183666385539126?l=askanasiangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3081183666385539126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5245753800049591467&amp;postID=3081183666385539126' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/3081183666385539126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/3081183666385539126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/q-all-my-friends-are-getting.html' title='q:  All my friends are getting married/having babies...help!'/><author><name>The Asian Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoABuvVoKlU/SYug4MnVEmI/AAAAAAAAABw/_GBdfCsK12c/s1600-R/kim_v_lela3.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245753800049591467.post-6995944926801293020</id><published>2008-10-04T11:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:34:34.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>q:  Who's going to win the national championship?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a:  The winner of the 'Bama vs. LSU.  The opponent will be some Big 12 team.&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/5245753800049591467-6995944926801293020?l=askanasiangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6995944926801293020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5245753800049591467&amp;postID=6995944926801293020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/6995944926801293020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/6995944926801293020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/q-whos-going-to-win-national.html' title='q:  Who&apos;s going to win the national championship?'/><author><name>The Asian Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoABuvVoKlU/SYug4MnVEmI/AAAAAAAAABw/_GBdfCsK12c/s1600-R/kim_v_lela3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245753800049591467.post-2912172213365793144</id><published>2008-10-04T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:35:43.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Study abroad tips...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here are a few tips for those considering studying abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don't take it so seriously...you only have limited time to cut up, so drinking 5 times a week is perfectly okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Try to tolerate other customs.  "When in Rome"...don't be the asshole American stereotype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Find a place that will show the whole Super Bowl, not just the first half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When faced with drama while abroad, remember:  you'll be home much sooner than you think.&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/5245753800049591467-2912172213365793144?l=askanasiangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2912172213365793144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5245753800049591467&amp;postID=2912172213365793144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/2912172213365793144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/2912172213365793144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/study-abroad.html' title='Study abroad tips...'/><author><name>The Asian Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoABuvVoKlU/SYug4MnVEmI/AAAAAAAAABw/_GBdfCsK12c/s1600-R/kim_v_lela3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245753800049591467.post-7195013869490968573</id><published>2008-10-04T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:36:06.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The white guy paradox...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;q:  Why do Asian girls go for white boys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a:  We all have our types.  Let's check it:  Kim Kardashian likes black dudes, Robert DeNiro likes black chicks, Wesley Snipes likes Asians, etc.  I however, happen to like white guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think a preference is a problem as long as you keep your options open.  If you're dating only exclusively to type, you're definitely missing out.  Thinking outside the box isn't always a bad thing.  I definitely know some notorious "Roy G. Biv"s out there...they got it made.&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/5245753800049591467-7195013869490968573?l=askanasiangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7195013869490968573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5245753800049591467&amp;postID=7195013869490968573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/7195013869490968573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/7195013869490968573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/white-guy-paradox.html' title='The white guy paradox...'/><author><name>The Asian Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoABuvVoKlU/SYug4MnVEmI/AAAAAAAAABw/_GBdfCsK12c/s1600-R/kim_v_lela3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245753800049591467.post-7037946498442039957</id><published>2008-10-04T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:36:55.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>q:  I'm short, he's tall...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do you have any sex position suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a:  No matter your size (within reason), where there is a will, there's a way to some hot sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word:  props.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;t's amazing what a well-placed pillow or a step stool can lead to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;t's all about body placement and alignment. Besides, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'d rather be vertically challenged than horizontally challenged.&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/5245753800049591467-7037946498442039957?l=askanasiangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7037946498442039957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5245753800049591467&amp;postID=7037946498442039957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/7037946498442039957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/7037946498442039957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/q-im-short-hes-tall.html' title='q:  I&apos;m short, he&apos;s tall...'/><author><name>The Asian Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoABuvVoKlU/SYug4MnVEmI/AAAAAAAAABw/_GBdfCsK12c/s1600-R/kim_v_lela3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245753800049591467.post-415244787884283647</id><published>2008-10-04T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:37:47.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>q:  I'm heartbroken...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;will i ever find love again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a: Absofuckinglutely!&lt;br /&gt;You might fall in love again tomorrow...or maybe not for another four years.  The bottom line is, you've got to be happy with yourself first.  Easier said than done, of course.  But I'll believe for you.&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/5245753800049591467-415244787884283647?l=askanasiangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/415244787884283647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5245753800049591467&amp;postID=415244787884283647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/415244787884283647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/415244787884283647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/q-im-heartbroken.html' title='q:  I&apos;m heartbroken...'/><author><name>The Asian Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoABuvVoKlU/SYug4MnVEmI/AAAAAAAAABw/_GBdfCsK12c/s1600-R/kim_v_lela3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5245753800049591467.post-5086263541652995665</id><published>2008-10-04T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:38:21.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions i will not answer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;q: Will you date me?&lt;br /&gt;a: Do you really want to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;q: Do Asians have sideways facing vaginas?&lt;br /&gt;a: Last time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; checked, my vagina seemed normal...even though &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; haven't personally seen any other vaginas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; will go ahead and say no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5245753800049591467-5086263541652995665?l=askanasiangirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5086263541652995665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5245753800049591467&amp;postID=5086263541652995665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/5086263541652995665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5245753800049591467/posts/default/5086263541652995665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://askanasiangirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/questions-i-will-not-answer.html' title='Questions i will not answer...'/><author><name>The Asian Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qoABuvVoKlU/SYug4MnVEmI/AAAAAAAAABw/_GBdfCsK12c/s1600-R/kim_v_lela3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
