<?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-4102922571323653464</id><updated>2011-07-08T01:25:41.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whenever I Feel It...</title><subtitle type='html'>Taiwan, Yes! (2.5 years running)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-2753991727902625124</id><published>2011-05-04T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T08:02:51.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The opportunity has come and gone...</title><content type='html'>Well, the month of April has come and gone and no 100-page script materialized! :( Maybe I need someone write with next time, but also it's been busy...not that it's changed...I still need to finish my Nanowrimo from 2009! ACK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-2753991727902625124?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/2753991727902625124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=2753991727902625124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/2753991727902625124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/2753991727902625124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2011/05/opportunity-has-come-and-gone.html' title='The opportunity has come and gone...'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-2767161718941748721</id><published>2011-04-17T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T03:33:04.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Color Quiz</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I talked on the phone with my brother and sister-in-law and they were asking me what is my next step. I told them I was coming home, but wasn't sure what I would do after that... I was clueless...I am clueless, but they asked what career I was thinking about...after getting off the phone with them, I felt the need to find out more about what I wanted to do as a career. I do not want to be teaching forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember from my freshmen year in college, that we had to take the career test based on our personality. I'd long forgotten my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first took this test: &lt;a href="http://www.careertest.net/cgi-bin/q.pl"&gt;Career Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty cool to see the results. For the most part, they are pretty accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found this test, which was by far the most enjoyable! A color test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This test is the main reason why I am writing this blog post. It was fun and informative, in a true fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is: &lt;a href="http://www.colorwize.com/colorme.asp"&gt;Color Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-2767161718941748721?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/2767161718941748721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=2767161718941748721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/2767161718941748721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/2767161718941748721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2011/04/color-quiz.html' title='Color Quiz'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-617583846450571915</id><published>2011-04-10T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T08:44:57.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official!</title><content type='html'>It's official! August I am coming back to the States. I have some friends and family to visit! It will be a year in August since I was home. I plan to visit Hawaii, Utah, and Missouri. I am excited! I need to start planning for all of those things. I am still undecided about returning to Taiwan. I am just not sure right now. But I am coming to the U. S. of A! Probably around August 6th or so....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-617583846450571915?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/617583846450571915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=617583846450571915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/617583846450571915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/617583846450571915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official!'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-7318154020476915563</id><published>2011-04-07T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T06:42:19.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 NT Coin: The Man in the Middle</title><content type='html'>I went to 7-11 tonight and the most unlikely thing happened. I had just paid for my good and I receieved a 10 dollar coin from the cashier. I looked at it and noticed the person from the middle of the coin. I was little confused because it is not normally the person (on the coin) that I normally see. I must've had a puzzled look on my face because he cashier was looking at me and wondered what I was confused by. I got the coin and asked him "新的嗎?" (wow, it took too long to write that...". He said yes, it is new. I asked him if it was this year's coin. He told me it was last years. And that on the 10 coin from two years ago is different. All there years are different (different person in the middle of the coin). The guy on the ten dollar coin from last year is also on the 1,000 bill. (or at least that I what I understand about it). Also each year they don't make too many new ones. I thanked him like a million times for the info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun and cool experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was all in Chinese. I even "re-learned" a new word in Chinese. When he was speaking about the coin he would say "bi" and at first I thought he was talking about the comparison "bi", but later I realized that he was talking about the NT currency, which is called the "Taibi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just a lot of fun and I learned something new. I am going to go look up more information on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-7318154020476915563?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/7318154020476915563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=7318154020476915563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/7318154020476915563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/7318154020476915563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2011/04/10-nt-coin-man-in-middle.html' title='10 NT Coin: The Man in the Middle'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-5723673438122603671</id><published>2011-04-03T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T19:01:09.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Erin 2.0</title><content type='html'>Random Title...ha ha! Well, here's an brief update on my life. I am still in Taiwan teaching in Hsinchu. I just got to to move my classroom to the new building at school. It is a beautiful classroom! :D I am in love with it. I am so happy. It is my new romance. And since we will be spending so much time together, it only makes sense. My Chinese learning is so-so. I haven't spend so much time studying it and still have so much to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going out more with co-workers and friends. It is great. Whenever I make my exodus from this great land, I will miss it greatly. I am getting to know my city better. Last week, I went with my boyfriend to the glass museum, but just looked at the shops and walked around the day market. It was very fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I'm starting Script Frenzy (the sibling of NaNoWriMo). My script is called: Into the Darkness (it's not horror). I am not sure what is a about, cause I haven't started writing it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe I will start posted more. I need to realize that I don't need to post a long post, but just post. With the encourage of a few friends, I am encouraged to write more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-5723673438122603671?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/5723673438122603671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=5723673438122603671' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/5723673438122603671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/5723673438122603671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2011/04/erin-20.html' title='Erin 2.0'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-3319459513817643564</id><published>2010-08-21T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T08:33:35.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you!!</title><content type='html'>I want to say that I am very blessed, very blessed to have so many good examples in my life. You have taught me so much and you may not even know it. I should thank you all individually, but I want to do this one here. There have been so many countless times when people have unknowingly affected me in ways I am just beginning to understand. I feel the love of my family and friends. I am grateful for every word of advise given to me, every kind word of encouragement, very dear letter and note and email and message, and every outreaching from other people to make sure I am doing okay and pray for me. Even though some of you I may not talk to often or if I have seemed ungrateful I am very grateful to you. I will say that no person here has not affected me in some way. Whatever follies I have, which recently have been many, I am strengthened to know I have such backing and love behind me. I hope that I can right the wrongs I have done and reach out to others who need to be strengthened as well. I pray that my weaknesses may become my strengths.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I heart you,&lt;br /&gt;Erin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-3319459513817643564?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/3319459513817643564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=3319459513817643564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/3319459513817643564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/3319459513817643564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2010/08/thank-you.html' title='Thank you!!'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-8047369553333622794</id><published>2010-08-05T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T15:46:53.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Future</title><content type='html'>Here I am again, in Taiwan. I would say that it feels strange being back, but in a way it doesn't. I lived here for two years already. But I would have to say that I was sad to leave my home back in America. This time was really hard for me, probably because I am going to be facing unfamiliarity and I won't have any solid friends in Hsinchu, until I make them. Before when I was coming back to Taiwan, I came back to the same school, same kids, and same bosses, and a few familiar faces back in Fongyuan. This time, to be honest, I am a little scared, but excited. New school, new kids, new co-workers, new bosses, new apartment (living by myself), etc...the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time at home with my family. For the first time I was really home sick (at home, too, which was weird). I didn't want to leave. I miss being around my brothers and sisters, being around my parents, and being around my nieces and nephews. I miss so much being here in Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love Taiwan, so it will be great. Every new beginning is "scary" at first. The unknown always has some level of anxiety attending to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I landed in Taiwan this morning. I was glad to have slept through most of the flight! Now, I'm going to make my way over to Hsinchu to get into my new apartment and set up shop! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To infinity and beyond!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the title...maybe that needs a little explanation. My future for the next year is here in Taiwan. I am back in my future at present, now. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-8047369553333622794?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/8047369553333622794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=8047369553333622794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/8047369553333622794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/8047369553333622794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-to-future.html' title='Back to the Future'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-5052268101384011142</id><published>2010-05-15T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T22:33:07.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Taiwan Related--A helpful site that helps you save money!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.allthingsfrugal.com/"&gt;How to be Frugal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-5052268101384011142?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/5052268101384011142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=5052268101384011142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/5052268101384011142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/5052268101384011142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-taiwan-related-helpful-site-that.html' title='Not Taiwan Related--A helpful site that helps you save money!!!'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-7390786349193481906</id><published>2010-04-29T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T06:30:11.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Root Beeeeeer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I found Root Beer here in Taiwan at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Carrefore&lt;/span&gt;! I was so happy to find it. I had had Root Beer one time here before up in Taipei. That time I really didn't taste like Root Beer. There was also this time when we had Dad's Root Beer at Sue's BBQ! That was super delicious, but since that time I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hadn't&lt;/span&gt; had a decent Root Beer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;So, after drinking some honest Root Beer that is readily available, I will buy it more often. Also I found it at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gov't&lt;/span&gt; Store! Makes me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/S9mHbgSrZoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5BLdNgpZQN0/s1600/random+036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/S9mHbgSrZoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5BLdNgpZQN0/s320/random+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; happy!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/S9mHfpo6F7I/AAAAAAAAAKI/gHM9pUrghPA/s1600/random+039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/S9mHfpo6F7I/AAAAAAAAAKI/gHM9pUrghPA/s320/random+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-7390786349193481906?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/7390786349193481906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=7390786349193481906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/7390786349193481906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/7390786349193481906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2010/04/root-beeeeeer.html' title='Root Beeeeeer!'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/S9mHbgSrZoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5BLdNgpZQN0/s72-c/random+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-1363893567947946724</id><published>2010-04-26T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T23:53:00.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Started a New Blog</title><content type='html'>I started a new blog today.&lt;br /&gt;It is a daily blog.&lt;br /&gt;It is called: &lt;a href="http://thedayinoneword.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Day In One Word&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out if you like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-1363893567947946724?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/1363893567947946724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=1363893567947946724' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/1363893567947946724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/1363893567947946724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2010/04/started-new-blog.html' title='Started a New Blog'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-5655848927665845171</id><published>2010-04-26T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T05:56:05.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Signs I'm Still A Kid At Heart</title><content type='html'>So, I am going to write a blog. Here is the main idea; okay, I try to  sound adult and that I know what I am doing in my life, but the truth of  the matter is that I am still a kid at heart. I seem to be attracted to  things that are, for the lack of the a better term, for kids. Allow me,  let me, illustrate for both of our amusement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sign No. !:&lt;br /&gt;Kitty Wallet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/S9WcUdv9dGI/AAAAAAAAAIs/VsCyTciH3b0/s1600/random+045.jpg" onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464445598281069666" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/S9WcUdv9dGI/AAAAAAAAAIs/VsCyTciH3b0/s320/random+045.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sign No. %:&lt;br /&gt;Key-chain With A Monkey &amp;amp;  A Shoe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464447960475429666" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/S9Wed9m-6yI/AAAAAAAAAJk/2sU_UMIh6_c/s320/random+050.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sign No. !_!:&lt;br /&gt;Water Bottle With A Plethora of Stickers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/S9mA5jVWwXI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NTFcZsvlh_4/s1600/random+052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/S9mA5jVWwXI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NTFcZsvlh_4/s320/random+052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign No. &amp;amp;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pokemon Towel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/S9WdUeko6MI/AAAAAAAAAI0/O1EmLcvb7vQ/s1600/random+046.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464446698013649090" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/S9WdUeko6MI/AAAAAAAAAI0/O1EmLcvb7vQ/s320/random+046.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sign No. ^_^:&lt;br /&gt;Puppy Dog &amp;amp; Cat Umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(this one is kinda cheating as I bought it in 11th grade, which was 9 years ago!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/S9WedTiUcDI/AAAAAAAAAJc/l8lXA7dC8AM/s1600/random+047.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464447949181579314" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/S9WedTiUcDI/AAAAAAAAAJc/l8lXA7dC8AM/s320/random+047.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign No. #:&lt;br /&gt;No Control Over the Urge to Buy Small Cute Stuffed Animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/S9WdWIuQcwI/AAAAAAAAAJU/mpc-BL2kHg4/s1600/random+049.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464446726508147458" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/S9WdWIuQcwI/AAAAAAAAAJU/mpc-BL2kHg4/s320/random+049.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sign No. @:&lt;br /&gt;Small Plastic Kitty Toy W/ Similar Desk Lamp&lt;br /&gt;(both of these are kinda cheats, but what the hey)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/S9WdValw_PI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EJpmGlCbVmM/s1600/random+041.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464446714124500210" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/S9WdValw_PI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EJpmGlCbVmM/s320/random+041.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sign No. *:&lt;br /&gt;Cute Solar-Powered Plastic Plants and Goes From Side to Side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/S9WdU9YjfNI/AAAAAAAAAI8/UBdP2uDmu6c/s1600/random+040.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464446706284461266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/S9WdU9YjfNI/AAAAAAAAAI8/UBdP2uDmu6c/s320/random+040.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sign No. MONKEY!:&lt;br /&gt;A Stuffed Monkey That I Sleep With Every Night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/S9WdV3Fl5JI/AAAAAAAAAJM/XOrzaKix4RQ/s1600/random+043.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464446721774183570" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/S9WdV3Fl5JI/AAAAAAAAAJM/XOrzaKix4RQ/s320/random+043.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I JUST LOVE THIS MONKEY! HE GIVES ME SO MUCH JOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we have it: I am still a kid at heart! Nothing more to say. I just enjoyed writing this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-5655848927665845171?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/5655848927665845171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=5655848927665845171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/5655848927665845171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/5655848927665845171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2010/04/some-signs-im-still-kid-at-heart.html' title='Some Signs I&apos;m Still A Kid At Heart'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/S9WcUdv9dGI/AAAAAAAAAIs/VsCyTciH3b0/s72-c/random+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-4023609001038471558</id><published>2010-04-24T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T20:54:47.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Only Via Miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This week something strange has been happening! Prepare yourselves, especially those of you who know me and my sleeping habits. I usually go to bed late and wake up late. This semester and the two before it I decided to work mornings so I could have time in the evening. Well, for some strange reason, this past week I have been getting up early. Around 6 or 6:30am. Crazy, I know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One morning, I woke up at 6:00am because all my other roommates were up. I think I heard Amy's alarm clock, woke up and decided to stay up. I did not do much, but I liked the free time that I had, so I decided to do it again. That  next morning, I got up and even went to the store and made it make to the school  by 7:00am. So unreal for me. I think I am finally realizing how much I like to get up early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last night, I made a schedule of list of things to do the next day, today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This morning was the most insane morning of all. I woke up at 5:30am. I think it was probably because some one was calling me. I didn't get to answer it on time... I had set my alarm for 6:30, so waking up was crazy. Well, I woke up and dinked around on Facebook. Then I took a shower. When I got back, I was going to read, but then laid down, and easily fell asleep. So much for my list of things to do. Can't be perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, yay, we'll see how long this new phase lasts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-4023609001038471558?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/4023609001038471558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=4023609001038471558' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/4023609001038471558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/4023609001038471558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-only-via-miracle.html' title='It&apos;s Only Via Miracle'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-2611674616840338313</id><published>2010-04-20T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T16:33:59.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moth That (Probably) Would Be King</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;A tale of tragedy and intrigue. Of kindness and honor. I am hardly (probably because I am not looking sometimes) surprised anymore here in Taiwan, but today was one of those days in which I was...delightfully surprised!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KBR&lt;/span&gt; class during out trip to the bathroom and to drink water. The kids started pointing at something chatting amongst themselves. I walked over to find out what they were looking at. There precariously perched on the door was a moth! A medium sized light brown moth. The kids were all excited. It was beautiful, there was no denying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I was going to save it. I ran over to the little refrigerator in the secretaries area and grabbed a cap and then got a piece of paper to go save the moth. I went back to the door and pushed through the crowd of children. I put the paper cup over the moth and then slid the paper underneath. I unwittingly, while sliding the paper under, ripped off the wings of the moth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the moth outside and upon entering the kids all asked: Where is the moth? I said: it is outside! and then I had to admit to them that I had killed it! :( They all wanted to go outside to look at the moth. I told them to line up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went about my business feeling sorry about the moth, but didn't think they would be anything else. I look over and the kids are standing near the door with the hands held together and they were bowing. They were praying over the moth in unison. They were doing "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bai&lt;/span&gt;" for the moth. I asked them what they were doing and they replied: We are helping the "butterfly"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: webdings;" id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-2611674616840338313?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/2611674616840338313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=2611674616840338313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/2611674616840338313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/2611674616840338313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2010/04/moth-that-probably-would-be-king.html' title='The Moth That (Probably) Would Be King'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-1168540954341653797</id><published>2010-04-19T02:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T02:54:35.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spell Checker and Grammar Checker</title><content type='html'>I found this great spell checker and grammar checker. It is great!!! It is good. You just copy and paste text into it and wham-O! You can get a thesaurus as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is... &lt;a href="http://www.spellchecker.net/spellcheck/"&gt;http://www.spellchecker.net/spellcheck/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-1168540954341653797?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/1168540954341653797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=1168540954341653797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/1168540954341653797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/1168540954341653797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2010/04/spell-checker-and-grammar-checker.html' title='Spell Checker and Grammar Checker'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-7600493272025352208</id><published>2010-02-22T08:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T08:28:16.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year &amp; Ershuei &amp; Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year...even though I am very late in saying it! I spent two days in Haulien and seeing Toroko Gorge. It was breath-taking and I am so glad I went. Then I spent three days in Taipei and I even cooked dinner for Steve. It was quite yummy. I tried spaghetti. The tomato sauce I made from scratch with tomatoes, green peppers, mushrooms, and garlic, and salt of course. I had bought these fresh noodles which I hoped foolishly would be like spaghetti noodles...they totally weren't and they were disgusting! So Steve cooked rice. On Wednesday I went to Jiufen with Kelly and Sunny. It was raining heavily the entire time, but it was enjoyable. Steve was not able to come because his leg is still in pain and he cannot walk on it very much. The bones need to heal he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Thursday I came back to Taichung and registered for classes. Taught on Friday (we had to come back for one day) and then spent a pretty relaxing weekend around here. On Sunday, Amy, Brandon and I went to Ershuei to see the monkeys. The last time I was there and actually saw monkeys was about 9-10 months ago with Connie. I kept remembering those good times. But I needed to see monkeys again. I wish we had had time to go biking like when Connie and I went, but we had to make it in time for church. Amy had to be back to teach primary and I had decided to go that day. It was sort of in exchange for her coming to see the monkeys, but in that I didn't really have to twist her arm to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was really nice to relax and I hope to relax again this coming weekend. As yet, I don't have any plans to go up to Taipei. Probably just chill here and kick it with my hommies. Get some organizing done, study Chinese, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am just happy this post isn't about me staying longer in Taiwan,  although I am doing that as well.... HA HA...(still need to figure out the plans for when this contact is up...) I've got to get on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone a happy and prosperous new year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-7600493272025352208?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/7600493272025352208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=7600493272025352208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/7600493272025352208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/7600493272025352208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-chinese-new-year-ershuei-life.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year &amp; Ershuei &amp; Life...'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-4025978016009940294</id><published>2010-01-29T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T20:50:12.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Needles and Syringes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh what a place!? Today I was in Taipei and was doing a little shopping for my boyfriend who recently got into a bad scooter accident. I walked into a drug store and was perusing the items next to window. I saw Syringes sitting there on the shelf and I thought okay, that is a little unusual but oh well. But then next I saw the needles. I thought no way! There they were. I guess any person can buy them. Cool. That is all.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-4025978016009940294?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/4025978016009940294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=4025978016009940294' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/4025978016009940294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/4025978016009940294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2010/01/needles-and-syringes.html' title='Needles and Syringes'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-4727008592422090511</id><published>2010-01-14T02:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T07:18:42.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Titled 'Untitled'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Reader,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever you are, I would like to wish you a happy new year! It is believably unbelievable that it is 2010 already. What was I doing ten years ago. 2000. Well, I wasn't freakin' out about the Y2K bug. Place in the world/universe: Richland, Washington. Age: a holy-cow young age of 15! High School: Hanford High School. Grade: 10th grade. Yay! Oh wow, somehow ten years seems like forever ago and get it seems like yesterday. Was I really that different of a person? What did I look like? Younger, yes. More dedicated to studying 'stuff' and working hard? Yes! More serious-minded? Yes, in that I wanted to be a grown up. Now I find myself wanting to be a kid again. Well wanting to be a kind in the sense that I wouldn't have to worry about adult stuff and issues. Like maintaining my livelihood and other stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where am I today? It is now January 2010! I am living in Taiwan teaching English. It would seem that many things have changed for me. But somethings have remained the same. Like my name. It is still Erin Kathleen Shaw. In my family, we've had many additions. My two oldest brothers are married and have kids. My only sister and one-step-above-me brother are out of my parents house. And my youngest brother is now in his first year of college. Back then he was in elementary school or middle school--I cannot remember! Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is certain that ten years have passed. In 2000 my mom and dad worked for the US Census Bureau and I thought that would be a cool 'seasonal' job and even told myself I wanted to work there in 2010. I am glad I am teaching instead of doing that although it might've been really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I was home for the change of the new year. I was with my oldest brother and his family in Utah, USA! It didn't seem all that miraculous. Then I come back here to Taiwan. Get here on the birthday and start the party again the next day. The party being teaching. I like my new classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friend Connie being here. That is a really new change. More than the changed from 2009 to 2010--I mean she not being here is more of a change for me that the silly new year. I miss having her around. I have other friends, but not a good girl friend around me. Connie you are missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows where I will be in 10 more years. Maybe my last name will change. Maybe I will not live in Taiwan. Well, to put it, it is very unlikely that I will be in Taiwan in 10 years. I love Taiwan, but don't want to stay here forever. But for now it is good. My boyfriend lives here and that is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well reader, happy new year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-4727008592422090511?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/4727008592422090511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=4727008592422090511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/4727008592422090511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/4727008592422090511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2010/01/titled-untitled.html' title='Titled &apos;Untitled&apos;'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-4692402085000029295</id><published>2009-11-05T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T20:51:58.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Didn't want to have to write this one...</title><content type='html'>I was talking to Connie and I realized that every blog that I post here seems to have a common theme and when I went to go look at the evidence, guess what? It was totally true. If you know me, I am not a very avid blogger. I like to blog occasionally. I set up this blog before coming to Taiwan with the intention of writing in it like every week. HA! I laugh because in no way did I accomplish this goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well, I guess a self-I-told-you-so would be in order. This is just like my journal writing habits. They are well intentioned, but in the end they peter out. I would seem that nothing happens to me here in Taiwan, when in fact many things have happened you just don't hear about them unless you are here with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on to the main point of this blog. I always post about staying here longer in Taiwan and you guessed it, I am staying here another six months in Taiwan. I had decided to finally go back to America, but I decided about a month ago to stay here longer. I will be going home for Christmas to California and then flying to visit my brother and other family and friends in Utah for New Years. And then I am coming back here to teach English at my same school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-4692402085000029295?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/4692402085000029295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=4692402085000029295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/4692402085000029295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/4692402085000029295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2009/11/didnt-want-to-have-to-write-this-one.html' title='Didn&apos;t want to have to write this one...'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-5691193263277641320</id><published>2009-10-30T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T23:50:54.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nanowrimo.org</title><content type='html'>This month I am going to embark on a journey into novel-hood. I have started novel or even one play, but I have never finished one. That is why I was so excited that someone posted this link: www.nanowrimo.org on Facebook. After reading it, I was so happy and excited to participate. It seems like the perfect opportunity, WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going start tomorrow here in Taiwan. I just hope that I can keep up to par on the word count. IN the end the qualify as a winner, you have to reach 50,000 words. I am just glad those words are not an essay I have to write, rather it is a novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the Title and the basics planned out. It is called: Dying Blue or the Bird that Mocks. That is the whole title...seems kinda long and it seems like I am still trying to decide between two title, but it is really one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can keep up the word count. It is about 1,700 words a day! I will need a lot of follow through on this one. So if I am spouting poetic or you never see me, you know why. (I guess that last comment is just for the people I live with and my friends in Taiwan)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if anyone else is interested, please check out this website: &lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/"&gt;http://www.nanowrimo.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-5691193263277641320?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/5691193263277641320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=5691193263277641320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/5691193263277641320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/5691193263277641320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2009/10/nanowrimoorg.html' title='nanowrimo.org'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-5368853583043697407</id><published>2009-08-01T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T02:30:08.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow-Wee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It has been a long time since I posted here evidently. Since April! Well, I have still living in Taiwan and have decided to stay here forever. Crazy right? My mom isn't happy about that cause I will be away longer. Only 6 months in Taiwan! HAHAHA! I laugh at that now and wonder what life would be without Taiwan. I am glad I decided a year ago not to listen to my fears and jump on the plane instead. I really would've kicked myself although I would always wonder what would've happened. Sitting at home in American living a somewhat normal boring life always thinking of what might've been. Glad I am not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I should change my blog to another name...watch out for a change, if anyone reads my blog anymore...just kidding...but how can you read blog in which nothing is written...that might change. Change being the operative word here. No promises. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-5368853583043697407?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/5368853583043697407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=5368853583043697407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/5368853583043697407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/5368853583043697407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2009/08/wow-wee.html' title='Wow-Wee'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-830961492296491168</id><published>2009-04-20T08:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T09:02:43.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying Put in Taiwan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am staying longer in Taiwan. As well as Connie! ye-whoo!!! I am going to take a short trip back to America (the motherland!) and then coming back less than a week later. I am very excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been good to me. I don't know how long I will be here after my 1 and 1/2 years but time will tell and I really like it here. I don't want to start my real life back in the states. What aren't I living a real life here? Yep, I would say so. I won't be here forever but for now it is quite lovely and where I want to be. Life is an adventure! Glad of that...well most of the time...some of the time...depends...on my mood or whatnot. I love Taiwan! I am glad I am staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are too many I's in this post...so here is the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-830961492296491168?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/830961492296491168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=830961492296491168' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/830961492296491168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/830961492296491168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2009/04/staying-put-in-taiwan.html' title='Staying Put in Taiwan'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-443971633702576021</id><published>2009-03-10T01:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T01:15:27.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Cannot Believe It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I honestly cannot believe I have been here in Taiwan for so long: 9 months or so... The weeks have just been flying by. After I reach Tuesday my week goes so fast. It is that dang Monday that gets me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am even thinking of staying longer here in Taiwan. I think it is the best for me right now. I honestly didn't think I would stay so long! So surprising! I like it here. I guess I don't really miss my family too much because I know they love me and support me in whatever I decided to do. It has been a real blessing being here in Taiwan and to be teaching at the same school as Connie. It has really kept my sanity. Thanks Connie. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-443971633702576021?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/443971633702576021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=443971633702576021' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/443971633702576021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/443971633702576021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-cannot-believe-it.html' title='I Cannot Believe It!'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-801781747254242617</id><published>2009-02-13T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T06:53:38.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and Found In the Crowd</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;As I walk through the crowded night market in Fong Yuan, I find myself both lost and found in the crowd. I am surrounded by a language I cannot understand. It is actually a comfortable mute. Quiet in its noise. There is no fluid ease-dropping in progress on my end. I feel as if I were a ghost walking through a sea of people I cannot reach out and connect to. When I do catch someone's eye, I want to be invisible; it reminds me that I cannot communicate with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I cannot understand it, I am completely aware of my own thoughts. "What am I doing here?" "I don't speak any Chinese; definitely not enough to get me by?" "I am out here by myself on purpose; all I feel is lonely." "I just needed to get out." I need to get away sometimes and get lost in a crowd to realize what I have and don't have. To think about what I am doing here. Teaching English and for 7-8 months to boot. "Am I really doing this?" "And I have been thinking about staying longer....what was I thinking???" "Why don't I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt; go to Russia, where I could actually speak some semblance of the language?" "I don't want to leave Taiwan just yet...I still need to learn Chinese." "Why do I care so much about learning it....?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear an English song playing from a vendor who also sells marijuana paraphernalia. I laugh inside; the only thing I can understand is the music. I walk through the thoroughfares, passively looking. I have been to night markets over 20 times; I have seen most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find the bulk of the food vendors and look for my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;nui pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;. I find it. I almost decide to walk past it. I turn back. I wait until a vendor acknowledges me. He says something to me, but I cannot hear it. He starts speaking in the little English he knows. I say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;nui pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;. I cannot manage to get out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;yo yau e ge nui pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt; even though I can say it. I feel so dumb and those nagging thoughts return about my ability to even learn Chinese. He asks what kind of sauce do I want...in Chinese first and then English. I just point to the sweet sauce like a dumb monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit down. I get out the 100 dollars I know it costs. They bring me the food and he tells me it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;e bai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;. Finally, I can understand: numbers!!! This restores my confidence a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half way through my meal, a vendor, a woman, comes up to me and starts talking to me. I think she is trying to ask me why I am alone and if I am American. I motion for her to repeat what she says. I finally quip out (in Chinese): I am American. I am an English teacher in Fong Yuan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tries to continue...but my limited vocabulary finally lends her to say something like sorry for disrupting you, or it is okay (you cannot speak well...have a good dinner.) She motions for me to continue eating. I return back to my food and throw over my shoulder an "oh well" with a sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get out and walk out from the eating tables. I walk in a semi-disinterested gait looking at the merchandise. I look for a drink stand but I cannot find one. I am on my way out, but I forget where I am in the night market. I pass the same stands once again. Lost in the crowd. Then I am found. I hear my name. "Erin!" It is Joanne: Connie's language exchange. We chat for a bit. I find out that her brother is in the hospital with air in his lung. My heart skips a beat. Life is so fragile. But thankfully he will be out in two days. She bows out and leaves. I am lost again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find my scooter and ride on my way back home. I get out the traffic crowds and speed down towards my school. I am found again. Speeding. Free. This type of communication is clear to me. It is a communication with functionality and the elements; physics and torque. Wind, speed, acceleration drive my worries home but also put excitement into the aftertaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost and found. In a crowd. All alone. Where ever it may be. Who ever I may be. Tittering between being lost and found will keep me pushing to get past lost and start towards found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-801781747254242617?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/801781747254242617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=801781747254242617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/801781747254242617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/801781747254242617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2009/02/lost-and-found-in-crowd.html' title='Lost and Found In the Crowd'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-3659482171454058134</id><published>2009-01-19T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T06:26:03.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taiwan Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Taiwan is like my second home. I have come to love it more than my own country. I still love my country but Taiwan will always hold a very special place in my heart.  It has been my first love abroad. The only other foreign country I have been in is in Canada and I was there for less than two weeks. It was a good experience, but nothing like Taiwan. The thought of leaving Taiwan does not bring me joy. I have had a taste of something I very much like. I think I will cry when I leave it. Thank goodness I have a little less than 5 months left of Taiwan. There are so much places I still need to go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Chinese New Year's I am going to see a little more of Taiwan. Taiwan has inspired the urge to travel everywhere in the world. It has opened my eyes to the options of my life. I never thought this is where my life would lead me, but I am lovin' it. Taiwan is probably one of the best things I have done bar none. My family would love to see me home again, but I don't want to go back. I just feel it would be the death of something inside of me. My Chinese language learning is going very slow, but it is crawling along. Despite that, I am very happy here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taiwan love. Forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-3659482171454058134?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/3659482171454058134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=3659482171454058134' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/3659482171454058134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/3659482171454058134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2009/01/taiwan-love.html' title='Taiwan Love'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-6805046535393112902</id><published>2008-12-15T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T08:59:22.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More KE Kids:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I love these kids!!! So darn cute, especially when I let them be kids. They absolutely love the camera. They always laugh when they look at them in the view mode. Sam's laugh is so cute when he looks at them. He cracks up. I am going to miss this kids, but I have some really awesomely cute pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SUaLR6CgDGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/fZ6gIusNZJc/s1600-h/Olympics+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SUaKVsZx8LI/AAAAAAAAAHY/apCk4VWtY3E/s1600-h/Olympics+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SUaKVsZx8LI/AAAAAAAAAHY/apCk4VWtY3E/s320/Olympics+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280059718439661746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Almost the whole group: (L2R) Zoey, Zero, Sam, Shayley, Michael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SUaLSJ31pKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QFQTABIdT-s/s1600-h/Olympics+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SUaLSJ31pKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QFQTABIdT-s/s320/Olympics+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280060757142512802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Zero looks like a future professor...so cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SUaKVi_pRnI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/oCbgx5Dwz50/s1600-h/Olympics+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SUaKVi_pRnI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/oCbgx5Dwz50/s320/Olympics+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280059715914122866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael in my huge sweater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SUaLR6CgDGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/fZ6gIusNZJc/s1600-h/Olympics+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SUaLR6CgDGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/fZ6gIusNZJc/s320/Olympics+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280060752892267618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love those glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SUaLSabsK7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/GNtxbkJr1E0/s1600-h/Olympics+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SUaLSabsK7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/GNtxbkJr1E0/s320/Olympics+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280060761587854258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shayley is swimming in my jacket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SUaKU6Bap8I/AAAAAAAAAG4/gpytCEiNXhY/s1600-h/Olympics+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SUaKU6Bap8I/AAAAAAAAAG4/gpytCEiNXhY/s320/Olympics+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280059704915699650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel is styling in her pink plastic glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SUaId7ZaJTI/AAAAAAAAAGw/LHMPce2DfPk/s1600-h/Olympics+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SUaId7ZaJTI/AAAAAAAAAGw/LHMPce2DfPk/s320/Olympics+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280057660880332082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey playing dress up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SUaIdxkkmMI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jiehvTUn3ps/s1600-h/Olympics+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SUaIdxkkmMI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jiehvTUn3ps/s320/Olympics+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280057658242799810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero "working" on his name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SUaId1UAB2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/iAbZA3HYo4A/s1600-h/Olympics+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SUaId1UAB2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/iAbZA3HYo4A/s320/Olympics+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280057659247036258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Zero found Christmas cards I hid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SUaIdpk7BGI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gbZekWCp0B0/s1600-h/Olympics+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SUaIdpk7BGI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gbZekWCp0B0/s320/Olympics+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280057656096785506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sam posing...or trying to fly...so cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SUaIdTbV1eI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6ODdC2afcU8/s1600-h/Olympics+033.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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SUaIdTbV1eI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6ODdC2afcU8/s320/Olympics+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280057650151020002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Zoey pulled her shirt over her mouth and was laughing&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/4102922571323653464-6805046535393112902?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/6805046535393112902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=6805046535393112902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/6805046535393112902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/6805046535393112902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-ke-kids.html' title='More KE Kids:'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SUaKVsZx8LI/AAAAAAAAAHY/apCk4VWtY3E/s72-c/Olympics+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-7068127522920175602</id><published>2008-12-15T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T08:34:11.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aw...Kindergarten Enrichment...They are too cute.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SUaGyCfBw8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/wN4_eU0fiTc/s1600-h/Olympics+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SUaGyCfBw8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/wN4_eU0fiTc/s320/Olympics+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280055807357076418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;I teach a Kindergarten Enrichment class. In the beginning I wasn't so sure about it. It was hard and I didn't know what I was doing. I really didn't know what I was doing. About two weeks into it, Gloria (one the secretaries) pulled me aside and said she had observed me teaching. I wasn't using any music and something else I have probably blocked out.&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Also one of the kids had complained to his mom that he was bored in my class and didn't want to come. That almost broke my tender little teaching heart. Every teacher goes through that moment: can I really hack it??&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In the beginning, I had kind of dreaded going to that class every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. I really did not enjoy it. I guess I had to break in my kindergarten teaching shoes because there were too tight and making me feel sort of miserable. Gloria told me to use songs and also to go visit Morning Kindergarten. I visited it two days in a row. One day was a Thursdays and then Friday I subbed for Connie while she went to Hong Kong. It was good to observe those who seemed to know what they were doing.&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now, I am totally in love with my kids. They have come and gone, but there are some that have been with me the whole time. I feel like they are my kids in a way. I would love to see them grow up and would love to see them every step of the way. However, that is impossible. I love their personalities and they even like to help me. It is intensely cute. "I want ta heelp you!" It melts my heart. They sometimes like to help me take my stuff to the other room when we are done with gym. They all cry out in a chant: I want ta heelp you!"&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today was so wonderful. We basically played the whole hour and 1/2. And took pictures. I would love to wrap those tender, spontaneous moments up and keep them close to my heart forever. They are joyful. Aw...children. What a beautiful sight. Don't get me wrong, they can misbehave and be kids. I love their little-big personalities.&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here are some photos from today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SUaE_TQx2II/AAAAAAAAAFo/b72d15nJVYQ/s1600-h/Olympics+027.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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SUaE_TQx2II/AAAAAAAAAFo/b72d15nJVYQ/s320/Olympics+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280053836175759490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SUaE_BSJwSI/AAAAAAAAAFg/L0fja9LTJAM/s1600-h/Olympics+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SUaE_BSJwSI/AAAAAAAAAFg/L0fja9LTJAM/s320/Olympics+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280053831349682466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SUaE-yoy00I/AAAAAAAAAFY/6iy_4xL83d0/s1600-h/Olympics+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SUaE-yoy00I/AAAAAAAAAFY/6iy_4xL83d0/s320/Olympics+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280053827418116930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SUaGBcBNRvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_FEtXjIbBk4/s1600-h/Olympics+001.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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SUaGBcBNRvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_FEtXjIbBk4/s320/Olympics+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280054972397733618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-7068127522920175602?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/7068127522920175602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=7068127522920175602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/7068127522920175602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/7068127522920175602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2008/12/awkindergarten-enrichmentthey-are-too.html' title='Aw...Kindergarten Enrichment...They are too cute.'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SUaGyCfBw8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/wN4_eU0fiTc/s72-c/Olympics+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-6894440618365012507</id><published>2008-12-11T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T08:34:29.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crumbled on the Floor, Bleeding...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;On Wednesday during break time in my Beginning Reading class, I went next door to borrow a CD player that actually plays MP3s. I was able to borrow it from Miss Emily. When I stepped into my classroom, Jojo, my student, was crumbled on the floor. Her head was bleeding everywhere and she was crying. I ran and told Gerald that one of my kids was hurt. Thankfully, Gerald was across the hall in the big room setting up for the HUGE Token-Mart store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran back to my classroom and grabbed Jojo tissues and placed them on her forehead. She was still sobbing. Carol asked me if she should run downstairs and get a secretary to help. Without thinking I told her yes. As Carol ran out of the classroom, Gerald called for her to stop! Anita, one of the secretaries, came in. She said she would take Jojo downstairs. She helped Jojo up and they went downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids told me that he has run toward Levi and then has run into the edge of the door. I felt bad that I wasn't there. Levi kept saying: I didn't do anything! He was worried about getting in trouble, which is understandable. Francis came in a few minutes later and talked to me about what happened. I had to tell her that I was next door getting the CD player. Then she asked the kids about it in English. After Levi tried to explain it, she told him just to tell her in Chinese so she could actually understand him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Francis was leaving, she said, "Too many accidents today," and shook her head. Earlier that morning, one of Miss Megan's children has broken his arm. And someone else had gotten hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerald, was saying later that in the last part of the semester more accidents happen. It is the end of the semester and kids are excited. And things are more relaxed. And today is was very evident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Jojo was back in class. She is okay. She will probably have a scar. She didn't have to get any stitches. But man, I feel bad for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-6894440618365012507?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/6894440618365012507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=6894440618365012507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/6894440618365012507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/6894440618365012507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2008/12/crumbled-on-floor-bleeding.html' title='Crumbled on the Floor, Bleeding...'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-3882178695701382529</id><published>2008-12-11T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T08:34:44.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I had to put my foot down!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;It is scooter time and I am so excited. Connie was riding her new small scooter with me on the back a couple of nights ago. We were going around the corner, and with the added weight of me, and the scooter started to tip over. I had to put my foot down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joked about that one for a minute...it sounds like I was being stubborn, like a parent. That is all I want to say about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-3882178695701382529?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/3882178695701382529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=3882178695701382529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/3882178695701382529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/3882178695701382529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-had-to-put-my-foot-down.html' title='&quot;I had to put my foot down!&quot;'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-1997841600943152844</id><published>2008-12-07T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T08:35:10.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Weeks Left</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WOW! There are only two weeks of school left! It is absolutely amazing! 6 months really does fly by. There is a lot to be done in the next little bit, but I am excited to have a break at the end of it! Looking back on the semester and these last 5 months, I find myself thinking of everything that has gone on. In the beginning, I knew the end would be like this. When you are at the end of something looking back it is strange. The days had gone by slowly, but the weeks quickly. Time is a strange creature I fail to understand. It is beautiful, painful, wonderful, and paradoxical. I am amazed at where my life has taken me; where I have taken myself. I should not forget I have had a hand in it. We all have a hand in our lives. I digress a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel this amazing gratitude for my life and the people in it. My life is truly blessed and to deny that would be to deny all the wonderfulness I am surrounded by. To be here in Taiwan, means the world to me. For so long, I have been inside a bubble, called the United States. And for my own country I am grateful. Being out here, despite being away from most of my family and friends, is so special to me. I need this time for myself. Although, I have left loved ones back at home, I still feel their love across continents. I still think of them often and with regard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taiwan is more than just a country. It is a journey and a pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching has been an interesting endeavor. I am slowly learning more about it. Next semester, I will be a head-teacher for Beginning Reading. At first, I was scared of the responsibility, but as I have written on my mirror, "Yo yo, check your freakin' insecurities at the door," and this is the voice of reason I have decided to follow. Not the voice of my own nay-saying, but a voice of confidence. We all have insecurities about our abilities. We should not ignore them, but we shouldn't give into them in a way to prevent us from going for the gold and fighting the good fight. I have once before given up a position of more responsibility but this is not going to be the case this time. I will not let it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another 6 months to improve on myself. Actually, I have the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot even begin to sum up my feelings on this experience. With two weeks of teaching left, all of those feelings are coming to the surface. I wonder what the next 6 months will hold; what the new teachers will be like; etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the teachers I have spent almost 6 months with, I hope to spend some quality time with you before you go back to America. The last horrah. I am glad to have worked with you all. I am exctied for our Christmas program and to see everything you turn out. It should be wonderful. I feel like 6 months was not enough time to get to know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bather on...but I finally want to thank everyone for teaching me. Everyone has taught me something valuable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-1997841600943152844?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/1997841600943152844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=1997841600943152844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/1997841600943152844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/1997841600943152844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2008/12/two-weeks-left.html' title='Two Weeks Left'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-6368683771177766305</id><published>2008-11-16T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T08:35:26.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conflict of Interests</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;As you all know, I am staying here in Taiwan another six months. Before I had made this decisions, I made the opposite one: of going home. Whenever, I would think about decision, I was so totally torn. If I stayed I would get to hang with Connie, who is pretty dang awesome; have financially security and a job; feel more accomplished; and learn Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I left for home I would be able to see my family and friends again, start dating, get home for my birthday, and be able to understand the language. Each option was pulling on me. I would wake up one morning and be okay with the decision. I would wake up another morning and feel totally horrible about the decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a  month or more ago. Then one morning, I decided this decision was not the right one! I walked downstairs to talk to my boss Gerald, who I had told on Monday that I wasn't going to stay, that I wanted to stay. I asked him if I could sign my contract. He agreed. After signing it, I walked upstairs with the most incredible feeling of excitement and relief. I was giddy and overjoyed. Into the kitchen I went where Jessica was sitting chatting with another teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guess what?"&lt;br /&gt;"What?" was the reply.&lt;br /&gt;"I just signed my contract. I am staying for another 6 months!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so good about this decision. I haven't looked back on that decision with regret ever since I made it! It is the right thing and I feel it most profoundly. Now, I can visit for places in Taiwan, learn more Chinese, have a job, etc... And the best part is that I have an amazing friend to share the experience. Connie. I am so glad we are friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-6368683771177766305?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/6368683771177766305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=6368683771177766305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/6368683771177766305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/6368683771177766305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2008/11/conflict-of-interests.html' title='Conflict of Interests'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-753172545324801960</id><published>2008-09-16T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T10:56:53.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Market &amp; Learning Chinese</title><content type='html'>Tonight Connie and I went to the night market closest to our school.  It was a pretty small night market, which Connie and I have decided we like better. There is just more time to look at things talk to people and take our time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we talked to vendors. There is this one vendor who I like to buy shirts from; it was wonderful to talk to him and he even knows a bit of English. It was fun practicing Chinese and he even complimented us on our Taiwanese. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. I love i! It is just so encouraging! He and his wife are wonderfully nice. Also, there was another vendor, an older woman who we talked to and she gave us both discounts on shirts. I have the cutest shirt now! It was cool to listen to the numbers and try to figure it out. It really does help to have physical prompts i.e. the lady held up her hand and spoke the numbers as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going to like learning more Chinese. And with Gloria teaching us Chinese every Monday, I feel like my language will explode. Not a huge explosion, but the kind that still gets you excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the night market is a really good way to learn language because you have to use the language to get what you want. I need to get out more and immerse myself in the language. Get-er-done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-753172545324801960?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/753172545324801960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=753172545324801960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/753172545324801960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/753172545324801960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2008/09/night-market-learning-chinese.html' title='Night Market &amp; Learning Chinese'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-978137032234661444</id><published>2008-09-16T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T10:47:00.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have my Chinese name!!!</title><content type='html'>A week ago, my Beginning Reading Student Jojo gave me my Chinese name. It consisted of three characters. I was so very excited and I had her write it on a piece of paper. I asked Jojo what it meant; she could not tell me in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lish&lt;/span&gt; what it meant, and she told me the "characters" were really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bup&lt;/span&gt;-a-ma-fa, the baby Chinese that kids use when they are still learning. The middle character she did tell me was the word for love: '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ai&lt;/span&gt; 4'. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lish&lt;/span&gt; told me to take it to someone I trust to translate it. So I took it to Gloria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloria told me that she take the paper and come up with my Chinese name, meaning the characters themselves. Today, she paged me on the intercom and told me that she has finished my Chinese name. I ran down to the teacher's room all excited! It is an awesome feeling to see your name in Chinese characters. We practiced (or rather I) practiced my new name up on the board. I think I could really get into this! I love the characters and being an artist, I feel I could learn the characters pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name means:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;li&lt;/span&gt; 3, meaning plum, which Gloria says is a common last name&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ai&lt;/span&gt; 4, meaning love&lt;br /&gt;3) wen 2, meaning the coloring on the clouds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-978137032234661444?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/978137032234661444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=978137032234661444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/978137032234661444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/978137032234661444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-my-chinese-name.html' title='I have my Chinese name!!!'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-1543995716222338926</id><published>2008-09-14T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T10:17:58.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Torrential Taiwan</title><content type='html'>Photo: Off the northeastern coast of Taiwan. Huge waves. The small building is a lighthouse. So you just image that those waves are huge! (not my photo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://news.xinhuanet.com/english/2008-09/14/xin_5620905142008234789518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://news.xinhuanet.com/english/2008-09/14/xin_5620905142008234789518.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.xinhuanet.com/english/2008-09/14/content_9993702.htm"&gt;Typhoon Sinlaku hits Taiwan, 13 injured and 782 affected...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This typhoon is really fierce this weekend. It has rained it seems since Saturday morning. It is truly amazing. I haven't been in a storm this bad since Christmas 3 years ago (or was it 2 years). We have already had two typhoon this year and this one by far is the worst. The amazing thing is that the eye of the storm hit land not one, not two, but three times which meteorologists are calling unprecedented, which it is! Quite amazing actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, some of us teachers were up late talking and what-not and we heard a large crash that included what sounded like crushing glass! At first, I thought it was the school windows from downstairs. Thankfully it wasn't. Today, Dustin mentioned it and said it was probably a metal shed with tons of garbage on top that had collapsed. Indeed, it was! It was unmistakable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was canceled on Saturday, but we haven't received word for tomorrow, or rather we haven't heard word that school is canceled. School is on track for tomorrow. I am honestly hoping for school closure, but we probably will have school tomorrow. Dustin was saying that school will probably be on track because the winds are not bad right now, even though it is still raining pretty hard right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is pretty incredible!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-1543995716222338926?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/1543995716222338926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=1543995716222338926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/1543995716222338926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/1543995716222338926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2008/09/torrential-taiwan.html' title='Torrential Taiwan'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-9075369450904144385</id><published>2008-09-04T11:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T11:26:49.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of Direction</title><content type='html'>Haven't written a blog here in what seems like forever. It is pretty crazy. I am living in Taiwan teaching English. I have been here since the end of June and it is already September...I cannot believe it sometimes. I am thinking of going back to the States at the end of the year, but I could stay until June of next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be crazy cool and plus I might want to go teach English in Russia or something like that through ILP, it would be volunteer of course, but it would still be really cool. I have grand ideas of traveling the world, but I don't know. I would like to do that, but I don't know if that is what I should do. As a matter of fact, I don't know what I want to do with my life. Not that I HAVE to figure it out right now, but I should get an idea about the next year of my life and plan accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to do some soul-searching: to find myself or whatever. Whatever happens, this is a turning point. A big part of me wants to find someone, get married and start a family, but another part of me wants to fully understand/figure out who I am before I go anywhere serious with anyone, but myself. But who knows?? I think I need to wait a few more years before that happens. I need to find somewhat of a career and become financially stable (which is a big time goal). Just having finished school, I need to start paying it off. And after not getting paid for 4 months, I need some money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will all figure it out in time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-9075369450904144385?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/9075369450904144385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=9075369450904144385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/9075369450904144385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/9075369450904144385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2008/09/thoughts-of-direction.html' title='Thoughts of Direction'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-9189320883502955658</id><published>2008-08-14T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T16:24:58.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest In Peace</title><content type='html'>Tonight Connie and I went to go bury the little turtle that died the other day. I cannot believe that he sat out in his bowl for two days and no one wanted to bury him. So sad. The persons that owned him didn't even bother. They probably would have gotten gotten around it, but we decided to do it tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a wanton lack of care before and after death that makes me upset. I told them he might have a fungus, and nothing happened. I am not sure where one would find the right chemical to treat it, but at least they could have cleaned the water more often and not let egg and other food decay in the water for three days before it was cleaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we took Little Dude to the park and we buried him. We put him in a plastic bag and rode our bikes in the middle of the night. We arrived and picked out a nice place to put him to rest. We choose the pond with Coy fish and dug a small hole to place him in. It was a nice spot, very peaceful and off the beaten path. After covering it back up, we said that he would finally RIP. We then headed over the fountain and threw $1 coins in as an offering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you wonder where he is...he is now resting in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-9189320883502955658?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/9189320883502955658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=9189320883502955658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/9189320883502955658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/9189320883502955658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2008/08/rest-in-peace.html' title='Rest In Peace'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-424327685744740904</id><published>2008-08-08T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T19:29:51.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Language Learning</title><content type='html'>I just created another blog that deals with learning Chinese. I put up websites that I find helpful to that end. So check it out and hopefully it can help you. I just put up a post for learning Chinese numbers. Some really good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the link to that blog is under 'Other Blogs of Note".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-424327685744740904?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/424327685744740904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=424327685744740904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/424327685744740904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/424327685744740904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2008/08/chinese-language-learning.html' title='Chinese Language Learning'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-4445422364408130229</id><published>2008-08-07T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T08:13:38.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you doing here?</title><content type='html'>A few us teachers went out to eat. After we were done Megan I am headed to the 24-Hour grocery store while the others left to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did our shopping. I checked out, but Megan was still up at the counter so I went to go put my drinks in the basket of the bike. I got on my bike. I saw two people pull up on scooter. I looked at the female driver and her hair was really light, so I knew she couldn't have have been Taiwanese. She turned around; I realised she was white and probably American. What followed next was hilarious. I will even give a duologue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*girl and boy on motorbike enter stage right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Erin] Hello, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;[girl] I am well, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;[Erin] What are you doing here?&lt;br /&gt;[girl] &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;...teaching English&lt;br /&gt;[Erin] Oh yeah, me too! what school?&lt;br /&gt;[girl] The Hess School.&lt;br /&gt;[Erin] Oh yes, our rival school!&lt;br /&gt;[girl] You are our rival school?....&lt;br /&gt;[Erin] Just kidding! *oh shoot...I guess I shouldn't have said that...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Enter Megan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Erin] Hey Megan, these people teach English here!&lt;br /&gt;[Megan] Hi, I am Megan.&lt;br /&gt;[girl] I'm (insert name here....cause I cannot remember)&lt;br /&gt;[boy] I'm (insert name here...again I don't remember)&lt;br /&gt;[Erin] I'm Erin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*All shake hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Erin] Megan they teach at the Hess School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Girl points to boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[boy] I teach at another school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[everyone] (lots of dialogue I cannot remember)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Megan] (something said about what they do for fun and should have led to conversation of getting together because after all they speak English...makes sense, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[girl] I am sure we will see each other soon, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Feng&lt;/span&gt; Yuan is pretty small. (basically, we don't care if we bump into you guys again...especially Erin, she is pretty weird)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[girl] I am sure we will run into each other again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Megan &amp;amp; Erin] Bye, have a good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*exit girl and boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Erin laughs to herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Megan and Erin ride near stage left on their bikes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Erin] Megan, I think they wanted to get away from us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Megan] I got that vibe, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Erin] I was too excited that they spoke English! But I don't think they really want to hang out with us. It seems like they are couple and they don't need other English speaker's company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Megan] Yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Exit stage left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Fin]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought it was so funny that I acted like I knew them! "What are you doing here?" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Funny funny. I am on something tonight! Love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-4445422364408130229?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/4445422364408130229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=4445422364408130229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/4445422364408130229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/4445422364408130229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-are-you-doing-here.html' title='What are you doing here?'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-757435604916865842</id><published>2008-07-30T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T08:07:40.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Sesame Seeds &amp; Food Discovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Taiwan has some interesting foods, some of which I like and don't like. I do love the variety of beverages that Taiwan has to offer. AppleSidra is my favorite so far--it is made right here in Taiwan-- followed close by Bing-Shas that they sell a few streets away. I love going to that Bing-Sha place; it is run by Shen -Na and her husband. They are very cordial people; I like them a great deal! Their son's name is trouble, which I just found out yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in Taiwan there "sweet" things are not as sweet, which is a good thing. Even their ice cream isn't too sweet. I have only bought one kind here. It is a Taiwanese red bean ice cream. Surprisingly, the bean is not covered with something caramelized something, but plain, which I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, anything "cheesy" tastes sweet. It seems that here salt is not used as much as in America and Canada (the only two country besides this one I have been). I am used to cheesy cheesiness! I bought some cheese crackers with fake processed cheese in the middle, and they cracker itself was sweet and tasted more like peanut butter than cheese. At Asia Go, the equivalent of Wal-Mart, I bought what I thought was garlic bread and the glaze on it was sweet too, but not too sweet. I am definitely a salt-girl myself. Even the margarine tastes sweet. It is odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that at the 24-hour store I found real fake processed cheese and it is NOT sweet. Yay! I made grilled cheese sandwiches. Yum! It tastes really American. At the Costco in Taipei, you can buy real real cheddar cheese. Next time I have money and if I go, I want to buy some. I long to have just plain cheese melted in the microwave! It is so good to eat. It wastes, I mean uses, a lot of cheese quickly, but there is nothing better than crunchy, melty, greasy cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also at the 24-hour store, I found black sesame seeds. I wanted to try them out it see what the difference was between them and white/ivory-colored ones. I ate some when I got home and there didn’t seem to be much of a difference, so I went to the Internet. Wikipedia told me a little more about them, but it didn’t seem to say much other than, “In general, the paler varieties of sesame seem to be more valued in the West and Middle East, while the black varieties are prized in the Far East.” So there you have it, it would seem the only difference is color preference. To me, it seems, that the black sesame seeds has more of a nutty flavor. *shrug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Now moving onto candy! I do like their candy. They have this really good candy called Hi Chews. They are fruity candy, which are soft and easily chewed. Compared to Starburst, these make your mouth shout for joy and your tongue back-flips. I just love them A LOT. For a few weeks I was addicted to them. I love the green apple flavor the best followed closely by the lycee flavor. Lycee is an interesting fruit, which I also like. I do prefer the candy variation better though. Another candy, chocolate in persuasion, which I love, is called Bufio. It is nougat candy that is just yummy. Other chocolate candies here: Picnic, Always, Guts, etc…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Eating out! Dang, I almost forgot. There are night markets here in Taiwan. One night I tried squid. It was so gross looking, but with the hot marinate they put over it, it was amazing. Even eating the “tentacles” wasn’t so bad. It was yummy! I would have never thought I would be okay with it. I ate it up pretty quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Eating out has been a pretty good experience. We have found this really nice restaurant called Style. It has some “American” foods. When I went the first time, I had this wonderful herbal tea: Chrysanthemum and wolfberry berry (I could never remember the last part…Shannon can remember, but I cannot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;In Taichung, we went to the mall. Just outside of the mall was a TGI Friday’s! It was wonderfully amazing! I had a big fat cheeseburger. I WILL go there again, I promise. Yum! Coincidentally, it was the first TGI Friday’s I had ever been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Well enough of food. There is much more I would talk about, but I think I will stop for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Here are some other “cool” facts about sesame seeds from Wikipedia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;According to Assyrian legend, when the gods met to create the world, they drank wine made from sesame seeds. In early Hindu legends, tales are told in which sesame seeds represent a symbol of immortality. "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ali_Baba" title="Ali Baba"&gt;Open sesame&lt;/a&gt;," the famous phrase from the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arabian_Nights" title="Arabian Nights"&gt;Arabian Nights&lt;/a&gt;, reflects the distinguishing feature of the sesame seed pod, which bursts open when it reaches maturity.&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sesame_seed#cite_note-2" title=""&gt;[3]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;It is also used in Urdu literature as proverbs "&lt;i&gt;til dharnay ki jagah na hona&lt;/i&gt;"; meaning by, a place so crowded that there is no room for a single seed of sesame and "&lt;i&gt;in tilon mein teil nahee&lt;/i&gt;" (ان تلوں میں تیل نہیں); referred for a person who is very mean, meaning by there is no oil left in this sesame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;In recent times the seeds have become an ingredient in wiccan practices. Cunningham's Encyclopedia of Wicca in the Kitchen suggests their use to aid conception, to draw money, or for protection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-757435604916865842?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/757435604916865842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=757435604916865842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/757435604916865842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/757435604916865842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2008/07/black-sesame-seeds.html' title='Black Sesame Seeds &amp; Food Discovery'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-6234492358438227066</id><published>2008-07-25T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T11:25:47.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No, that is not a baby!</title><content type='html'>I teach a kindergarten class Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. There is a little girl Zoey who like the pat my stomach and always asks if it is a baby. Sometimes I tell her yes and sometimes I tell her no...mostly NO! For crying out loud, I am not pregnant and have never been with anyone. But bless her heart, she thinks there is a baby in there and maybe to her if she touches it, the baby might kick. It is really quite cute. If you think about it, she probably has had a little brother or sister on their way in her family. I cannot really get mad at her. How, when everyone here is pretty skinny, can she know the difference between just being fat and being pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want kids touching my stomach because it serves as a reminded that I am getting pretty fat. Oh! believe me I know...I checked the scale just yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I have a "sympathy" stomach per se; maybe I wish I had a husband and a baby on the way. But then again I would have had to had the wish for a while because one summer ago I worked for a couple of days at my old work before I went on my internship and a co-worker there came up to me. He asked, "When are you due?"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ACK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO, I am just fat." I replied with a quick quip remark. You could just see his face drop and any words forthcoming were silenced in horror.  Neither did I have for a few seconds. He muttered, "I thought that because of the kind of shirt you were wearing..." Geez...poor guy. Probably scarred him for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what a social faux pa, but oh well. I don't blame the kids here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also this week I subbed for the morning kindergarten class and even more kids said, "baby?" as they patted my stomach. "NO, that is not a baby!" How embarrassing, but what I can expect when I am fat. *oh yes, I have seen pictures.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to do something about it. I will start by eating less and then slowly adding exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I think it might be due to something I started doing last October after my then boyfriend broke up with me. I had a mind set of, "well, if he doesn't like me for who I am, then why not be ugly and when someone does finally like me I will know it was for me and not my body or pure physical-ness." To tell the truth, that is the same reason I cut my hair. If I looked like a boy, no one would even look at me as "potential".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I need to get in shape for myself and my health. I am not careful, I could slip into diabetes, which runs in my family. I kinda want to stick around for a while. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I best go to work and make a positive change!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-6234492358438227066?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/6234492358438227066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=6234492358438227066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/6234492358438227066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/6234492358438227066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-that-is-not-baby.html' title='No, that is not a baby!'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-3857481259661388358</id><published>2008-07-21T10:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T10:20:48.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Year of the Rat</title><content type='html'>My Chinese Zodiac is the Rat. I was born between Feb. 2, 1984 and Feb. 3, 1985. Apparently I am a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wood_%28classical_element%29"&gt;wood rat&lt;/a&gt;. I find it all interesting and fascinating. I looked it up at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rat_%28zodiac%29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;.org&lt;/a&gt;, which isn't exactly the end all, beat all source on the Chinese Zodiac but it is always a good starting point. Under professions Psychology is included, which is my undergrad. ^_^ I guess I am on the right track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also says I should avoid Horses, but that Monkeys, Dragons, and Oxen is where I find love interests and friends...makes me wonder what my past boyfriends have been. I might just have to look at that retroactively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following exurbs are from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;.org:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;b&gt;Rat&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/%E9%BC%A0" class="extiw" title="wiktionary:鼠"&gt;鼠&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;) was welcomed in ancient times as a protector and bringer of material prosperity. It is an animal associated with aggression, wealth, charm, and order, yet also associated with death, war, the occult, pestilence, and atrocities. In the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chinese_Zodiac" class="mw-redirect" title="Chinese Zodiac"&gt;Chinese Zodiac&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;b&gt;Year of the Rat&lt;/b&gt; is associated with the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Earthly_Branch" class="mw-redirect" title="Earthly Branch"&gt;earthly branch&lt;/a&gt; symbol &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/%E5%AD%90" class="extiw" title="wiktionary:子"&gt;子&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. In some parts of the world, a year associated with this animal &lt;b&gt;鼠&lt;/b&gt; is referred to as &lt;b&gt;Year of the Mouse&lt;/b&gt; because the word may be translated to "rat", "mouse", or more broadly, "rodent".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;Attributes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;div class="floatleft"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Rat.svg" class="image" title="Rat.svg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/0/04/Rat.svg/150px-Rat.svg.png" border="0" height="150" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;Being the first sign of the Chinese zodiac, rats are leaders, pioneers and conquerors. They are charming, passionate, charismatic, practical and hardworking. Rat people are endowed with great leadership skills and are the most highly organized, meticulous, and systematic of the twelve signs. Intelligent and cunning at the same time, rats are highly ambitious and strong-willed people who are keen and unapologetic promoters of their own agendas, which often include money and power. They are energetic and versatile and can usually find their way around obstacles, and adapt to various environments easily. A rat's natural charm and sharp demeanor make it an appealing friend for almost anyone, but rats are usually highly exclusive and selective when choosing friends and so often have only a few very close friends whom they trust.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Behind the smiles and charm, rats can be terribly obstinate and controlling, insisting on having things their way no matter what the cost. These people tend to have immense control of their emotions, which they may use as a tool to manipulate and exploit others, both emotionally and mentally. Rats are masters of mind games and can be very dangerous, calculative and downright cruel if the need arises. Quick-tempered and aggressive, they will not think twice about exacting revenge on those that hurt them in any way. Rats need to learn to relax sometimes, as they can be quite obsessed with detail, intolerant and strict, demanding order, obedience, and perfection.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A valuable lesson for Rats is to learn to consider others before themselves, at least sometimes, and to avoid forcing their ideas onto others. Rats are fair in their dealings and expect the same from others in return, and can be deeply affronted if they feel they have been deceived or that their trust has been abused. Sometimes they set their targets too high, whether in relation to their friends or in their career. But as the years pass, they will become more idealistic and tolerant. If they can develop their sense of self and realize it leaves room for others in their life as well, Rats can find true happiness.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;According to tradition, Rats often carry heavy karma and at some point in life may face an identity crisis or some kind of feeling of guilt. Rats are said to often have to work very long and hard for everything they may earn or have in life. However, a Rat born during the day is said to have things a bit easier than those who are born at night. Traditionally, Rats born during the night may face extreme hardships and suffering throughout life. Rats in general should guard themselves against hedonism and nostalgia, as it may lead to self-destruction. Gambling, alcohol and drugs tend to be great temptations to Rat natives.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Traditionally, Rats should avoid &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Horse_%28zodiac%29" title="Horse (zodiac)"&gt;Horses&lt;/a&gt;, but they can usually find their best friends and love interests in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monkey_%28zodiac%29" title="Monkey (zodiac)"&gt;Monkeys&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dragon_%28zodiac%29" title="Dragon (zodiac)"&gt;Dragons&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ox_%28zodiac%29" title="Ox (zodiac)"&gt;Oxen&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Professions include &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Espionage" title="Espionage"&gt;espionage&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychiatry" title="Psychiatry"&gt;psychiatry&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychology" title="Psychology"&gt;psychology&lt;/a&gt;, writing, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Politics" title="Politics"&gt;politics&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Law" title="Law"&gt;law&lt;/a&gt;, engineering, accounting, detective work, and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pathology" title="Pathology"&gt;pathology&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/February_2" title="February 2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wood_%28classical_element%29" title="Wood (classical element)"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-3857481259661388358?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/3857481259661388358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=3857481259661388358' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/3857481259661388358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/3857481259661388358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2008/07/year-of-rat.html' title='Year of the Rat'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-2982252589660777430</id><published>2008-07-21T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T09:34:24.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning Chinese</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.japan-guide.com/g4/2046_01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.japan-guide.com/g4/2046_01.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have picked up a few words and phrases in Chinese. It will take me forever to get the tones down that is for sure. I have learned how to say: hello, how are you, good-bye, good night, no, no I don't need that (ironically only two characters)...AND that is about it. I want to learn more. Maybe when I get comfortable with teaching I can spend more time working on the language. I have a good  6 months left. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also interested in learning some common characters. I realized that some of them are very beautiful and elegant. Well, language learning is an evolution and I am just setting out. I am excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-2982252589660777430?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/2982252589660777430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=2982252589660777430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/2982252589660777430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/2982252589660777430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2008/07/learning-chinese.html' title='Learning Chinese'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-4879191722272362059</id><published>2008-07-19T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T03:41:35.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scooter Yay!</title><content type='html'>Today, I had my first scooter ride! It was absolutely wonderful. Another teacher Lindsey just bought hers and she took me for a ride around the town. We went up hills and stopping was strange because of the balance issue, which Lindsey was great at. At first it was really scary but by the end I wanted one. I would love to drive one and not just be a passenger. I TOTALLY WANT ONE! I used to have a very staunch view on motorcycles, scooters and the like, but now I think my tune has changed. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-4879191722272362059?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/4879191722272362059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=4879191722272362059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/4879191722272362059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/4879191722272362059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2008/07/scooter-yay.html' title='Scooter Yay!'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-3424440312293740028</id><published>2008-07-17T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T22:15:36.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Typhoon Baby!!</title><content type='html'>For the past two days there has been a typhoon warning. The typhoon started last night. All the new teachers and I went to the 11:20pm showing of Batman: the Dark Knight! When I rode the movie theatre it started raining. A typhoon was basically a lot of rain. Batman was a good movie. When we got out the theatre at 2:00am, it was pouring really hard. It was fun riding home on my bike in it. Most of us brought plastic ponchos. I folded up my shorts but they still got wet. It wasn't bad at all. This morning I was awakened to the sound of someone saying that school was canceled. I was so happy ^_^. So, we got to go back to bed. Yay! So today, none of us have classes and don't have to teach. And I am going to dye my hair dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The typhoon isn't too bad and I am safe inside my school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-3424440312293740028?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/3424440312293740028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=3424440312293740028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/3424440312293740028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/3424440312293740028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2008/07/typhoon-baby.html' title='Typhoon Baby!!'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-373688749883616555</id><published>2008-07-16T08:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T04:03:40.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Here I Am!</title><content type='html'>I have been in Taiwan since about 2 weeks ago. I haven't written any blogs. For some reason I haven't felt to do it even though I NEED to! I want to preserve my memories. Taiwan is amazing, I have to say! I love riding my bike around to see the city. It is strange to wander around in a strange town, in a strange country where I don't speak the language. I often wonder how strange I must look to them. A big, fat American with blonde hair. I am out of place. Yesterday, we went to McDonald's, I ordered this humongous double BIG MAC. Every time I order at McDonald's I think to myself what I must look like: a fat American ordering a cheeseburger...oh well.. but yesterday I dyed my hair a dark mahogany brown. I fit in a little more, but my blue eyes don't...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just outside the McDonald's by SO-GO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm219/taiwanteachers/Dustin/IMG_0344-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm219/taiwanteachers/Dustin/IMG_0344-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's...Open 24 Hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm219/taiwanteachers/Jacob/DSCN6571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm219/taiwanteachers/Jacob/DSCN6571.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all went out to eat to McDonald's one of the first week we were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm219/taiwanteachers/Connie/KFC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm219/taiwanteachers/Connie/KFC.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this one...It is a HOT DOG! Heheheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm219/taiwanteachers/Megan/IMG_2295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm219/taiwanteachers/Megan/IMG_2295.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-373688749883616555?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/373688749883616555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=373688749883616555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/373688749883616555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/373688749883616555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-here-i-am.html' title='So Here I Am!'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm219/taiwanteachers/Dustin/th_IMG_0344-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-8816691667352472375</id><published>2008-07-12T09:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T09:58:08.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Taiwan News!</title><content type='html'>Hey, I just added a box on the right-side of my blog with current events from Taiwan. You can check for what is going on here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-8816691667352472375?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/8816691667352472375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=8816691667352472375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/8816691667352472375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/8816691667352472375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2008/07/current-taiwan-news.html' title='Current Taiwan News!'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-5184738487580417298</id><published>2008-07-01T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T09:32:11.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Address in Taiwan!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here is my address in Taiwan. Feel free to write and if you write I will send you back a postcard! Just think you will be able to have a piece of history with a stamp from Taiwan and everything!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Erin Shaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;c/o Berhan Language Institute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;336 Ay Gwo St.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Feng Yuan, Taichung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Taiwan ROC 42045&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;More BLOGS WILL COME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-5184738487580417298?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/5184738487580417298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=5184738487580417298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/5184738487580417298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/5184738487580417298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2008/07/address-in-taiwan.html' title='Address in Taiwan!!'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-5251214600573682965</id><published>2008-06-28T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T09:32:46.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in the Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now that I am over in Taiwan, the times have changed. Right now it is Sunday at almost 9 am in the morning! But over in Utah it is almost 7pm in the evening! WHOA! For some reason that just blows my mind. Over in California it is now almost 6pm on Saturday. Well, on the way over here to Taiwan we lost a day! This time change is just something that I will have to get used to. It makes time seem a little more relative than before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-5251214600573682965?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/5251214600573682965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=5251214600573682965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/5251214600573682965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/5251214600573682965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2008/06/living-in-future.html' title='Living in the Future'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-296283146109347056</id><published>2008-06-26T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T09:33:01.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost to Taiwan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I cannot believe that tonight is almost my last night in the United States for a while. I am going off to Taiwan and get into Taiwan around 6am this Saturday. Crazy. I have been pretty calm up until now...tonight, it is just such a trip. No turning back now, I say to myself. This is something that you are going to do and it will be worth it! I know I can do it. It will be interesting to say the least, but it will be wonderful. It will be difficult to learn a new job with so much to know. But I know when the 6 months is over, I will have not regretted it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Things like this always hit before right before or right after I have started something. Like the first day on track practice in the 10th grade. We had to run ...I made it pathetically around the track one...it was supposed to be 4 times!! I said to myself then what I am saying now: WHAT AM I DOING?? OMG!!! I was out of breathe and dying and I could have said to myself: Forget this...I am crazy...I will never be able to do this... But as proof positive I did complete that entire track season, never medaled, never won a single race, but I was able to go up and beyond what I thought I could do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I am going to miss my family and friends here in the States. Currently, I do not miss them yet, but I know I will more than I now know. I am up late because a part of me wants to stay here and not leave off to Taiwan. I am thinking of all the little excuses not to go...which I will not humor you with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; But here I go, there I come. USA TO TAIWAN. A different culture, different spoken language, etc... WOW-WEE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-296283146109347056?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/296283146109347056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=296283146109347056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/296283146109347056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/296283146109347056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2008/06/almost-to-taiwan.html' title='Almost to Taiwan...'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4102922571323653464.post-6363221570177069321</id><published>2008-06-18T22:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T10:04:40.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing to Go to Taiwan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Preparing to go to Taiwan. What a trip in and of itself! This week we had training where we learned all about the ILP (International Language Program) teaching method. It is quite fabulous. I love the system and approach they have. They focus on getting the children to speak in English and not so much memorization but getting them to talk about in English what they already know in Chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I am kind of scared to go over there and teach because I feel inadequate. They did say that the only way to get good at teaching is to teach, so I must go over there and "get her done"! I am sure by the end of the first month I will be loving it! And I cannot see loving kids being against me either.  do realize that kids can be quite trying and will try to test the boundaries of what the teacher will allow in the class. "The first test in the classroom, is not given by the teacher , but by the students to the teacher"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Visas. This has been a hassle. All but one person going to Taiwan has their visa. Everyone else is still waiting for theirs. I am almost to the point where they are going to send mine unless they ask for more information. I am hoping they are satisfied and that they will send it. If not, I hope to get my passport before we leave on Thursday, the 26th of June so I can get my landing visa and not be an illegal in Taiwan. LOL. Most everyone going is in the same boat. It has been stressful and wading through bureaucracy is never fun! Unless you are a Masochist, which I am not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Today at training, we talked about the culture and that got me really excited. It sounds like lots of fun. I want to go to the night markets, the beach, the movie theatres, and much much more. The main religions in Taiwan are Taoism, Confucianism, and Buddhism. I want to go explore those temples and hopefully be able to watch or participate in their ceremonies. My friend Connie and I have vowed to go see those.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We will be living at the school in Feng Yeng on the 4th floor of the building. We will have Western toilets there, which is very exciting because elsewhere there are just holes in the ground. That will be some adventure. We will also have two washers and no dyers--in Taiwan clothes are hung to dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There is much more to tell and see when I get there. I hopefully will be a diligent writer, but since a professor once said to his students: " the past is the best predictor of the future". And if you only knew my track records. Or maybe that was just mailed letter, let's hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;To all my friends and family, I love you dearly. Thanks for all your support! XOXOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4102922571323653464-6363221570177069321?l=eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/feeds/6363221570177069321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4102922571323653464&amp;postID=6363221570177069321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/6363221570177069321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4102922571323653464/posts/default/6363221570177069321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eringoestotaiwan.blogspot.com/2008/06/preparing-to-go-to-taiwan.html' title='Preparing to Go to Taiwan'/><author><name>Erin Shaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08239050192889640897</uri><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/_WLAT9ioMkUQ/SR_qmSmE6WI/AAAAAAAAACg/IWPYOCQIxEo/S220/monkey+kiss.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
