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True Hollywood Story:  Melissa Roy at Sea</title><subtitle type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;I&gt;Mexico . Hawaii . Japan . China . Hong Kong . Vietnam . Cambodia . Thailand . India . Egypt . Turkey . Croatia . Spain . 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   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, I just had some things on my mind lately that I thought I’d share with you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Going on this voyage has opened up my eyes to things I never really took the time to think about.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have been growing and learning so much about myself already, and one thing that I learned is that I feel passionate about the injustices done to innocent people in this world and want to do something about it.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;While I was in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cambodia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; for three days, I learned about the horrendous massacre that recently took place by the Khmer Rouge.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The more I learned about this slaughtering of an entire people, the more enraged I became.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We visited the actual killing fields in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Phnom Penh&lt;/st1:city&gt;, the capital city of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cambodia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, and I left there with a heavy, sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach, a deep sorrow in my heart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t believe something to this magnitude happened in such recent history (less than 30 years ago), and I was never told about it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This genocide was just as atrocious as the Holocaust, but it is rarely talked about in US schools.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The number of victims killed totaled nearly three million, and they were all killed brutally and painfully.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They killed children, babies, elder people, anybody.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Most of them were tortured before they were killed (e.g., had their fingernails pulled out and then had alcohol poured on their hands).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Very few were killed with guns because the executioners didn’t want to waste their precious bullets on them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instead, they were killed with very barbaric weapons such as hoes, shovels, and dull knives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just thinking of this makes me want to cry and vomit at the same time.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pol Pot (short for Political Potential, and not his actual name) was the sick, twisted bastard who had this genocide carried out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He had to be insane because no sane person could be that cruel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He had the idea that &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cambodia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; could become an agrarian utopia by way of Communism, so he wanted to kill off anyone and everyone who was rich or educated to create “equality” in the population.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He basically wanted everyone to be farmers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instead of helping the poor and uneducated improve, he wanted to kill the wealthy and educated to create the sense of egalitarianism.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was good at brainwashing people, just like Hitler was, convincing innocent little kids to kill their parents and turn against their friends.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He would accuse people of being in the CIA and make them confess or else torture them until they did.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Either way, he would end up killing them.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the killing field we went to, more than 8,000 skulls were piled up and displayed in front of us in a tower.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were many more that were destroyed and never found.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here are some pictures of the skulls.  There were shelves upon shelves of them piled from floor to ceiling in the tower.  On the ground, we found some clothes scattered, surfacing from under the dirt.  I really feel that it’s important for everyone, especially Americans, to be aware of and learn more about this evil act of violence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/RwKvkYU6-OI/AAAAAAAAA58/7cmtB0DhMbk/s1600-h/Cambodia+214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/RwKvkYU6-OI/AAAAAAAAA58/7cmtB0DhMbk/s400/Cambodia+214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116845166186658018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/RwKvkIU6-MI/AAAAAAAAA5s/qtdJO5WHF6Y/s1600-h/Cambodia+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/RwKvkIU6-MI/AAAAAAAAA5s/qtdJO5WHF6Y/s400/Cambodia+154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116845161891690690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/RwKwJoU6-PI/AAAAAAAAA6E/dqTr2nsuiBE/s1600-h/Cambodia+159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/RwKwJoU6-PI/AAAAAAAAA6E/dqTr2nsuiBE/s400/Cambodia+159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116845806136785138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The violent acts committed by American soldiers against the Vietnamese during the Vietnam War were just as cruel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I went to the &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;War&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Remnants&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Museum&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ho Chi Minh City&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, I was horrified at the gruesome things we did to the poor Vietnamese.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;US&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; would never reveal these things to us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I saw paintings, like the one below, created by the Vietnamese children illustrating the devastation of war and how it tore their families apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/RwOkVYU6-VI/AAAAAAAAA60/A9pMKheJ0QI/s1600-h/Vietnam+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/RwOkVYU6-VI/AAAAAAAAA60/A9pMKheJ0QI/s400/Vietnam+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117114288837425490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The two pictures below show American soldiers with the corpses of Vietnamese guerillas.  Read the caption on the second picture.  Now you can see how war warps and desensitizes one's mind.  To many of the American G.I.s, the Vietnamese were a sub-human species.  Killing them was like killing animals; they just didn't seem to matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/RwOkVoU6-WI/AAAAAAAAA68/yGrhlcVdVLU/s1600-h/Vietnam+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/RwOkVoU6-WI/AAAAAAAAA68/yGrhlcVdVLU/s400/Vietnam+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117114293132392802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/RwOkVoU6-XI/AAAAAAAAA7E/lmhn9lTmD_E/s1600-h/Vietnam+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/RwOkVoU6-XI/AAAAAAAAA7E/lmhn9lTmD_E/s400/Vietnam+121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117114293132392818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I also learned about how we poured Agent Orange everywhere, which caused disabilities and deformities for generations to come, similar to the effects of the atomic bomb on &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Hiroshima&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.  The picture below shows a deformed stillborn baby preserved in formaldehyde.  The other two show severe burns and deformity.  I know the pictures are really graphic, but I'm trying to get my point across-- that war always and inevitably destroys the innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/RwOkXoU6-ZI/AAAAAAAAA7U/VrS8E3DUGKw/s1600-h/Vietnam+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/RwOkXoU6-ZI/AAAAAAAAA7U/VrS8E3DUGKw/s400/Vietnam+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117114327492131218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/RwOrM4U6-bI/AAAAAAAAA7k/pAgHNldSYno/s1600-h/Vietnam+205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/RwOrM4U6-bI/AAAAAAAAA7k/pAgHNldSYno/s400/Vietnam+205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117121839389931954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/RwOkV4U6-YI/AAAAAAAAA7M/dGm4nB3CL4s/s1600-h/Vietnam+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/RwOkV4U6-YI/AAAAAAAAA7M/dGm4nB3CL4s/s400/Vietnam+094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117114297427360130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are so many parallels between &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Vietnam&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and what is going on in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Iraq&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; right now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We could easily replace the word &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Vietnam&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; with &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Iraq&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and the word Communist with Terrorist, and you have history repeating itself right in front of your eyes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are destroying millions of innocent civilians in the name of who knows what.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Freedom?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Democracy?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s kind of hard to be free when you have hundreds of US military forces pointing guns at you during all hours of the day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aren’t we being a bit contradictory?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why are we as a nation and a generation allowing ourselves to be puppets of Mr. Bush and doing whatever he tells us?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s time we stood up and put an end to this nonsensical warfare.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As far as the Holocaust and the genocides in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Vietnam&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Cambodia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Rwanda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, and many other places, we might not be able to change what’s already been done, but we can definitely do something about what’s happening right now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are massive groups of people being slaughtered in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Darfour&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Burma&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, and &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Iraq&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;History has a tendency to repeat itself, so why not educate ourselves and prevent it from occurring again?&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Throughout history, it has been very difficult to take down dictatorships internally.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;There are usually endless acts of murder and cruelty from the abuse of power until an outside force comes in and helps take down the dictator.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dictators usually come into power when a country is weak and defenseless, on the false premises that he will revive and renew the country’s resources.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once they come into power, all hell breaks loose.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I mean, just look at the parallels between Hitler and Pol Pot, between &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Germany&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cambodia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Germany&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; was weak because of World War I, and &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cambodia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; was weak because of the Vietnam War.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In both countries, the killing was ceaseless until outside forces intervened.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;My point in all this is that we should really think about what is going on in the world around us, instead of just focusing on the little bubble we call home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Start watching the world news, and look for ways we can be an agent of change.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Because of history’s repetitive nature, we are able to foresee the future to some extent.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Therefore, if we are given the opportunity to change the future because of the power of knowledge (just like in the TV show &lt;i&gt;Early Edition&lt;/i&gt;), without even thinking twice, we should seize it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How blessed we are to have this unique opportunity to stop the heinous crimes against our fellow human beings!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And just think, if we don’t step in as a generation and do something soon, what will our children think of us when they read their history books?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4628744572458129545-2285457279610432841?l=melissaroyatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheETrueHollywoodStoryMelissaRoyAtSea/~4/5BYLGtVBGSg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://melissaroyatsea.blogspot.com/feeds/2285457279610432841/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4628744572458129545&amp;postID=2285457279610432841" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628744572458129545/posts/default/2285457279610432841?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628744572458129545/posts/default/2285457279610432841?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheETrueHollywoodStoryMelissaRoyAtSea/~3/5BYLGtVBGSg/my-thoughts-on-war-and-violence.html" title="My Thoughts on War and Violence" /><author><name>Melissa Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996604289410268365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/melissaroy/melissa.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/RwKvkYU6-OI/AAAAAAAAA58/7cmtB0DhMbk/s72-c/Cambodia+214.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://melissaroyatsea.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-thoughts-on-war-and-violence.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIGSHc7fSp7ImA9WxRbGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628744572458129545.post-2593702694251342342</id><published>2007-09-26T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:28:49.905-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-10T08:28:49.905-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kyoto" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Japan Rail pass" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kobe" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Osaka" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Japan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hiroshima" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tokyo" /><title>Japan</title><content type="html">&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wow, I don’t even know where to begin.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I absolutely loved this country and its culture, more than words could ever describe.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The people are what made &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; so special; I felt really drawn to them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Japanese people are such genuinely kind, respectful, and appreciative people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love how they bowed upon meeting us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I found it interesting how many Americans (especially teenage boys) raise their heads and say “hey” to someone when passing by them in the hallway, almost in an arrogant fashion.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Japanese people are the opposite.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They bow their heads in humility, out of respect for the person they meet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They lower themselves, rather than acting as if they are above the other person.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This kind and simple act was very symbolic to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was also pleasantly surprised to find that every Japanese person would go out of their way to help us, no matter what it was we needed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They would drop everything to take us somewhere when all we asked for were directions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had someone whom we had just met accompany us to the temple and then invite us for some tea and ice cream.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He then welcomed us into his house so we could use the internet, and we exchanged contact information to stay in touch.    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Something else I admired about the Japanese was that they led incredibly healthy, low-stress lifestyles.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are definitely doing something right.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They have the highest life expectancy in the world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They also have the second highest economy in the world right after the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;US&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, yet they are merely 4% of the size of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;US&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now when I look at Americans, myself included, I’m going to see us through a different lens.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to acquire some of the qualities I admire in the Japanese and put them to use back home in the States.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love their sense of fashion, especially the street fashions found in the famous Harajuku District of Tokyo.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Miss Gwen Stefani put Harajuku on the map for Westerners when she came out with the Harajuku Girls (her four Japanese backup dancers a.k.a. Love, Angel, Music, and Baby).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although there was some controversy surrounding her using the girls, I am still a fan of their unique style.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I did some shopping in Harajuku and bought a nautical sailor outfit and some plaid Catholic schoolgirl socks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Japanese men had such unique hairstyles with wild highlights, and all the young men I saw on the subway looked so intellectual and professional with their business suits.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I found them attractive, even though I’m typically not attracted to Asian men.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess intelligence is a very important quality to me—it’s what gets you ahead in life.  Here is a picture of two girls in Osaka dressed up in funky fashions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/RvttgoU69vI/AAAAAAAAA2I/r-vqW0CXj1E/s1600-h/Japan+757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/RvttgoU69vI/AAAAAAAAA2I/r-vqW0CXj1E/s400/Japan+757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114802209157740274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Another observation I made was that everyone had really large cell phones.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was wondering why big cell phones were popular since smaller electronic gadgets were more preferable in the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;US&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then I realized that everyone was watching TV and movies on their cell phones, flipping the screens around.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was really impressed with the high-tech gizmos of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, enough with the rattling on and on about how much I love &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will tell you about my personal experiences in the five days I was in the fabulous country.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know I said I would try to keep it short, but there is just sooo much to write about, that I will never be able capture everything!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As soon as I stepped off the ship, I was in awe of everything around me. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was all so different, including the side of the road on which people drove their cars.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After taking in all the new things around me and getting past the surrealism of being in my very first port country, I went with my group to exchange our &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; rail passes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We then took the train into &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Tokyo&lt;/st1:city&gt;, which soon became my favorite international city (along with &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Rio de   Janeiro&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Brazil&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can definitely see myself living there in the future.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The minute I arrived in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Tokyo&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, my senses were flooded with new sights, sounds, smells, tastes, and textures.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everything was so colorful and vibrant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It reminded me a lot of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New York City&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, except it had quite a bit more sex shops, strip clubs, and stores that sold Japanese animé porn!&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Later that night we went to Shibuya, a thriving nightclub district where the locals party.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Shibuya was like the Times Square of Tokyo, with bright, colorful lights and giant plasma billboards everywhere.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We went to a club called Gas Panic and a karaoke bar.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Karaoke originated in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, so it is huge over there.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/Rvqys4U69cI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w2y2_x483u4/s1600-h/Japan+105a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/Rvqys4U69cI/AAAAAAAAAzw/w2y2_x483u4/s400/Japan+105a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114596810936743362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/RvtluYU69pI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/c38eR2s4-8M/s1600-h/Japan+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/RvtluYU69pI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/c38eR2s4-8M/s400/Japan+152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114793649287919250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our lodging of choice—after much dispute—was a capsule hotel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These are famous in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, and often times, businessmen will stay in one of these if they miss a plane or train or for a quick nap. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A couple people in our group were scared to sleep in a capsule because they were claustrophobic, but it really wasn’t as small as one would think when they hear the word capsule.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It wasn’t like a coffin or tanning bed; it was actually tall enough for me to sit up, and there was a TV inside.  Here is a picture of what they looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/Rvtlt4U69nI/AAAAAAAAA1I/bDYHgnodicw/s1600-h/Japan+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/Rvtlt4U69nI/AAAAAAAAA1I/bDYHgnodicw/s400/Japan+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114793640697984626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The second day we went to the &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Asakusa&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Temple&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;, one of eastern &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;’s oldest temples.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got my fortune read by picking a number and then pulling a piece of paper out from under that number.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The paper said that I would have high and excellent fortune, but everyone else in my group received a bad fortune!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/RvtlvIU69rI/AAAAAAAAA1o/hWhMldAlRAE/s1600-h/Japan+210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/RvtlvIU69rI/AAAAAAAAA1o/hWhMldAlRAE/s400/Japan+210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114793662172821170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Later that day, we went to a Sumo wrestling match, which I was really pleased with.  It looks just like it does on TV, if not better.  We had really good floor seats, so I got a close-up view of the wrestlers' bare butts!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/RvttfYU69sI/AAAAAAAAA1w/D6-57C0fO_k/s1600-h/Japan+268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/RvttfYU69sI/AAAAAAAAA1w/D6-57C0fO_k/s400/Japan+268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114802187682903746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then we went to the &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Imperial&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Palace&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;, the Harajuku District, and then took a bullet train (Shinkansen) to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hiroshima&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love the public transportation in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;; it’s one of the most reliable I have ever seen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The bullet trains travel up to 160 miles an hour and come quite frequently.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It took about three hours to get to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hiroshima&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, and it’s in the opposite end of the country.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This is what the bullet trains looked like... pretty high-tech, huh?  It looks like an airplane without wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/Rvtvw4U69xI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/Ox1PKsZFzxM/s1600-h/Japan+789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/Rvtvw4U69xI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/Ox1PKsZFzxM/s400/Japan+789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114804687353870098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had pizza, sea urchin sushi, and sake for dinner and then went to sleep at a Manga Café, which is basically an internet café with beds and showers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s a brilliant idea that the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;US&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; should adopt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The rooms are small cubicles that consist of a computer, TV, DVD player, and cot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unlimited internet is included in the price.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The next morning we went to the &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Peace&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Memorial Park&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hiroshima&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, where we saw the A-bomb dome.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This dome is a UNESCO World Heritage site and is one of the only structures in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hiroshima&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; that survived the explosion of the world’s first atomic bomb.  The skeletal structure of the dome remained intact, as you can see in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/RvxpFoU6-II/AAAAAAAAA5M/JQrI2gajDpY/s1600-h/A-bomb+dome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/RvxpFoU6-II/AAAAAAAAA5M/JQrI2gajDpY/s400/A-bomb+dome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115078822231472258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We also went to the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Peace&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Museum&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, a very sobering experience in and of itself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The graphic pictures of civilians with their skin falling off and their faces disfigured from the detonation of the atomic bomb brought tears to my eyes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The radiation emitted from the bomb had long-lasting effects on the people, causing deformed babies and cancer for years to come. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I couldn’t believe my country was cruel enough to decimate an entire city when there were alternative solutions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Hiroshima&lt;/st1:city&gt; was a much more horrendous act than &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Pearl Harbor&lt;/st1:place&gt; was.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After we saw the depressing, but eye-opening museum in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Hiroshima&lt;/st1:city&gt;, we took a bullet train to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Kyoto&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, where my friend Keeley and I dressed up as maikos, very similar to geishas.&lt;span style=""&gt;  Here is a picture of me in the traditional attire. The whole experience took almost two and a half hours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/RvttgYU69uI/AAAAAAAAA2A/r_dR1zd5HQQ/s1600-h/Japan+501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/RvttgYU69uI/AAAAAAAAA2A/r_dR1zd5HQQ/s400/Japan+501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114802204862772962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then we went to the Gion Corner to watch some Japanese performances of Gagaku music, Bunraku puppet theatre, a tea ceremony, flower arrangement, and maiko dance performance.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The next morning I took an early bullet train to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Kobe&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; where the ship was now docked.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got some lunch on the ship and freshened up before meeting up with two of my Japanese friends Aki and Megumi at Sannomiya train station.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aki’s dad drove us to Arima &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;hot springs&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Something I found interesting was that I had to cover my tattoos with bandaids because tattoos symbolized the Japanese mafia.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The whole public bathhouse experience was a very unique one in which I had to go outside my comfort zone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone is completely naked in front of each other in the steaming hot water; it was a bonding experience.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had to rinse off in the shower before entering each of the baths.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I found myself more comfortable being naked in front of the Japanese women than I did in front of my American friends.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Two of my American friends and I decided to take a shower together in the nude the night we stayed at the capsule, and it was so embarrassing for me!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m not sure why I get so shy when it comes to being naked in front of other women.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Japanese women aren’t very judgmental, although I did get a couple stares.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They weren’t bad stares, though; they ended up complimenting me on my skin and my figure (Japanese women don’t really have curves).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After a nice long soak in the natural &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;hot springs&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, we came back to the ship to get ready for a night out on the town.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aki wanted to show us her hometown of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Osaka&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had dinner at a cool restaurant where they cooked Japanese omelets in front of us on our table, and then we went to a photo booth to get cute stickers made.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These photo booths are really popular in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and are much more high-tech than the ones in the States.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We ended up staying there for a long time and got too tired to go out to a club!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We decided to go back to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Kobe&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; to sleep on the ship so that we wouldn’t have to pay for a hostel.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The next morning, I went with my friends to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Osaka&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; once again (the luxury of having a rail pass!).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We went to the 100 Yen store, which is basically the equivalent of our Dollar Stores, and I bought some home decorating stuff, all for less than $1 each.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I bought a paper lantern, a folding fan, a wall banner, a reed window screen, etc.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then I ate some delicious &lt;i&gt;takoyaki&lt;/i&gt;, or octopus pancake balls, for lunch, before parting with my friends to go to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Himeji&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Castle&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; on my own.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Himeji&lt;/st1:city&gt; is the biggest castle in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and is also a UNESCO World Heritage site.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By mere coincidence, I ran into some people I had seen earlier at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Hiroshima&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Peace&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Park&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They saw me on the street and recognized me, so I ended up hanging out with them at the castle… what a small world!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/RvtvxIU69yI/AAAAAAAAA2g/0HWaxooPeyk/s1600-h/Japan+913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/RvtvxIU69yI/AAAAAAAAA2g/0HWaxooPeyk/s400/Japan+913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114804691648837410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Finally, I had to go back to the ship in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Kobe&lt;/st1:city&gt; because it was time to say goodbye to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was so sad to leave, but it was definitely a good first country to go to!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have to say, I started my Semester at Sea off on the right foot!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/RvtluoU69qI/AAAAAAAAA1g/XgD5uRThhrk/s1600-h/Japan+188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/RvtluoU69qI/AAAAAAAAA1g/XgD5uRThhrk/s400/Japan+188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114793653582886562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/Rvttg4U69wI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/Xaq5mZrDWpg/s1600-h/Japan+777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/Rvttg4U69wI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/Xaq5mZrDWpg/s400/Japan+777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114802213452707586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/RvtvxIU69zI/AAAAAAAAA2o/RtWLTMfOoYo/s1600-h/Japan+972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/RvtvxIU69zI/AAAAAAAAA2o/RtWLTMfOoYo/s400/Japan+972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114804691648837426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/Rvttf4U69tI/AAAAAAAAA14/V-o4a1cKqQs/s1600-h/Japan+475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/Rvttf4U69tI/AAAAAAAAA14/V-o4a1cKqQs/s400/Japan+475.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114802196272838354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4628744572458129545-2593702694251342342?l=melissaroyatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheETrueHollywoodStoryMelissaRoyAtSea/~4/kZRKWDdtk44" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://melissaroyatsea.blogspot.com/feeds/2593702694251342342/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4628744572458129545&amp;postID=2593702694251342342" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628744572458129545/posts/default/2593702694251342342?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628744572458129545/posts/default/2593702694251342342?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheETrueHollywoodStoryMelissaRoyAtSea/~3/kZRKWDdtk44/japan.html" title="Japan" /><author><name>Melissa Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996604289410268365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/melissaroy/melissa.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/RvttgoU69vI/AAAAAAAAA2I/r-vqW0CXj1E/s72-c/Japan+757.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://melissaroyatsea.blogspot.com/2007/09/japan.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIHQH86cSp7ImA9WxRbGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628744572458129545.post-9109179885931173636</id><published>2007-09-07T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:28:51.119-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-10T08:28:51.119-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="immigration" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="snorkeling" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="beach" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hawaii" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="surfing" /><title>Destination:  Honolulu, Hawaii</title><content type="html">Today, Sunday, September 2, 2007, we arrived at our very first port of call, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Honolulu&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was my first time in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hawaii&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;, and I really enjoyed myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, I do wish we could have spent more time there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wanted to do so many things (visit Pearl Harbor, hike up &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Diamond Head&lt;/st1:place&gt; crater and Nu’uanu Pali Lookout, go to a luau, etc.), but there just wasn’t enough time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After clearing customs and making our way off the ship, we had less than eight hours to enjoy &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hawaii&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hadn’t made any solid plans for the day, but I had bought a One Day Go Oahu pass from a friend on the ship, which I ended up not using.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up around 6am and went to the deck to watch the sunrise.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We hadn’t seen land for five days straight, so it was really cool to wake up and see that we were already docked in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Honolulu&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I took some pictures of the harbor, had breakfast, and then went through immigration.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even though we were going to another state in the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;U.S.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, we still had to go through immigration because we were coming from a Mexican port.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You can imagine how long it takes for 700 students and faculty to go through the process.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No one is allowed off the ship until everyone is cleared.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We docked in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Honolulu&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; around 5:30am, but we didn’t actually get off the ship until after 10am!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was very frustrating as we waited in anticipation to explore the sandy beaches of &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hawaii&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There were people anxiously waiting to go skydiving, shark diving, waterfall diving, scuba diving, and any other kind of diving you can think of!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Patience was something we all were lacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got off the ship, I met up with a girl from the ship named Beth, and we decided to go snorkeling at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Hanauma&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Bay&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It took us a while to figure out what bus would take us there, and after asking endless amounts of people and wasting almost an hour to find the right bus stop, we finally made it there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was kind of embarrassing since we were still in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and still having a hard time getting around!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Many of the locals were giving me compliments and asking where I was from.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They must have assumed that I was a native Hawaiian like them!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were having so much fun striking up random conversations with anyone and everyone who crossed our paths; it helped us learn more about the Hawaiian culture.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was interesting to see a lot of Japanese tourists in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hawaii&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;; most signs were written in both English and Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally arrived at our snorkeling destination, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Hanauma&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Bay&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, and the view was dazzling—the turquoise water glistened in the sunlight, while the palm trees swayed in the breeze.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I felt as if I came straight out of a &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Corona&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; commercial or a picturesque scene from a Jimmy Buffet song.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just wanted to lie in a hammock under the palm trees and sip Piña Coladas all day, but I had a full day ahead of me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/Rvq1DoU69iI/AAAAAAAAA0g/1jFS5gJA2tw/s1600-h/Hanauma+Bay+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/Rvq1DoU69iI/AAAAAAAAA0g/1jFS5gJA2tw/s400/Hanauma+Bay+14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114599400802022946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/Rvq1EoU69kI/AAAAAAAAA0w/wSiq3DDE8ZA/s1600-h/Hanauma+Bay+28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/Rvq1EoU69kI/AAAAAAAAA0w/wSiq3DDE8ZA/s400/Hanauma+Bay+28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114599417981892162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/Rvq1FIU69lI/AAAAAAAAA04/XYFyt2MC_UY/s1600-h/Hanauma+Bay+33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/Rvq1FIU69lI/AAAAAAAAA04/XYFyt2MC_UY/s400/Hanauma+Bay+33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114599426571826770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After watching a brief safety video, Beth and I got our snorkeling gear and set off for two hours of underwater exploring.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I saw many different kinds of tropical fish and colorful marine life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A Hawaiian guy near me saw a sea turtle and called me over there, but it was gone by the time I got over there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This guy was really interesting, though. He picked up seashells and hermit crabs the bottom of the ocean and kept giving them to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He let me touch a sea urchin, too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The snorkeling was really fun, except the waves kept pushing me onto the coral reef, which scratched up my ankle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was all worth it, though, because I had a really cool lifeguard clean it up and bandage it for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/Rvq1D4U69jI/AAAAAAAAA0o/4BnIqFW_sus/s1600-h/Hanauma+Bay+21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/Rvq1D4U69jI/AAAAAAAAA0o/4BnIqFW_sus/s400/Hanauma+Bay+21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114599405096990258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After two long hours of snorkeling, we became very hungry, so we took the public bus back towards &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Waikiki&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Beach&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We met some locals who told us about Rainbow Drive-In, a local hot spot with authentic Hawaiian food, including plate lunches.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of the locals got off the bus with us and led us to the restaurant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Beth and I shared a mixed plate, which consisted of barbeque beef, boneless chicken, mahi mahi fish, macaroni salad, and rice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was so delicious!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I couldn’t tell if it was because I was really hungry or if I was getting tired of the ship food, but I completely devoured it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Something I found funny was that they charged extra money for everything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They charged for the cups of water, which I understood, but then I asked for an extra plate so we could split the food, and they said, “That would be ten cents.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating our delightful Hawaiian cuisine, Beth and I parted ways.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She needed to pick up some things from Wal-Mart and make some phone calls.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wanted to be in the water some more, so I walked to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Waikiki&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Beach&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On my way, I stopped at a hotel to ask the receptionist where I could get a lei, and he just gave me a live orchid one for free!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ahh, aren’t Hawaiians so sweet?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to a place where I could ride an outrigger canoe, but was told the canoes weren’t going out anymore for the day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The guy at the shop felt bad because I told him I was in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hawaii&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; for only one day, so he took me out on a long board to catch some waves instead.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We went tandem surfing, which was something I had never heard of.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was behind me on the board, and I had to wrap my legs around him while we paddled in sync.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was an awkward position at first because his face was right in my butt!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whenever a wave would come, he would push me into it and hold the board while I stood up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The first time I did this, my whole bikini top (as itty bitty as it was) moved to the side, and I flashed everyone!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was a little insecure at first because I wasn’t wearing the appropriate bathing suit for surfing, and I had to keep readjusting myself when I stood up, which would make me lose my balance and fall.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After a couple waves though, I started getting the gist.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was basically my first time surfing, and I rode a wave all the way down without falling off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The only other time I tried surfing was in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Ocean City&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;New   Jersey&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, but the waves were really small.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s kind of ironic that I live in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malibu&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, but never went surfing there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now I can finally say I rode the waves of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Waikiki&lt;/st1:place&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hitting the surf, I saw some fellow SASers on the beach. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They were telling me all about their exhilarating skydiving experience and showing me the pictures.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then I decided it was time to have some drinks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I went to a place called Cabana’s Pool Bar at a hotel, and a guy from the Navy bought me a mai tai.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was telling me about his experience with submarines in the Navy, and he just so happened to go to school at &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Purdue&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Indiana&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had to cut our conversation short so that I wouldn’t miss the sunset at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Waikiki&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Beach&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Before I left, he gave me a teddy bear that he had won a couple nights ago.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He wanted me to have it to remember him and my time in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Hawaii&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I was on my way back to the beach to watch the sunset.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As dusk approached, I got some magnificent shots of the beautiful golden sun as it disappeared into the horizon of royal blue water.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/Rvq1FYU69mI/AAAAAAAAA1A/KX9No4-nMVk/s1600-h/Waikiki+Beach+43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/Rvq1FYU69mI/AAAAAAAAA1A/KX9No4-nMVk/s400/Waikiki+Beach+43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114599430866794082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I made my way back to the place where I went surfing earlier because the instructor had told me to come back later that evening so we could catch some more waves.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got there too late, however, and the shop was closed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That didn’t stop me from getting in the water, though.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just loved the warm waters of &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Hawaii&lt;/st1:state&gt;; the beaches in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;California&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; are definitely not as warm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I ended up surfing with another random surfer guy that was nearby in the water.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He pushed me onto some waves, but they were fairly small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that it was getting late, so I headed back to the bus stop to get to the ship.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of the shop workers named &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Maui&lt;/st1:place&gt; led me to the bus stop, and I picked up some shell leis and a t-shirt from one of the ABC stores along the way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After waiting more than 15 minutes for the bus to come, I decided it would be better to take a cab to make it back to the ship on time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I definitely did not want to get dock time!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hailed a cab and went back to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Aloha&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Tower&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, where the ship was docked.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The cab ride cost me almost $20 since I was riding it by myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wish I was with someone else while roaming around the streets of &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hawaii&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;, but maybe next time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I made it back to the ship without getting dock time, which was a relief.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some of the students got kicked out of the program for trying to sneak alcohol onto the ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, my one day in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hawaii&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; was fabulous.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I definitely want to go back there so I can explore more of Oahu, as well as &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Maui&lt;/st1:place&gt; and the big island.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, I’m sorry for the huge novel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Next time, I will try to be more succinct, but there’s just so much to say!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4628744572458129545-9109179885931173636?l=melissaroyatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheETrueHollywoodStoryMelissaRoyAtSea/~4/v5ZSYjBPMeg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://melissaroyatsea.blogspot.com/feeds/9109179885931173636/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4628744572458129545&amp;postID=9109179885931173636" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628744572458129545/posts/default/9109179885931173636?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628744572458129545/posts/default/9109179885931173636?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheETrueHollywoodStoryMelissaRoyAtSea/~3/v5ZSYjBPMeg/destination-honolulu-hawaii.html" title="Destination:  Honolulu, Hawaii" /><author><name>Melissa Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996604289410268365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/melissaroy/melissa.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GJail-0QEOY/Rvq1DoU69iI/AAAAAAAAA0g/1jFS5gJA2tw/s72-c/Hanauma+Bay+14.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://melissaroyatsea.blogspot.com/2007/09/destination-honolulu-hawaii.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4FQXw7fCp7ImA9WB5aEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628744572458129545.post-7980687016567596774</id><published>2007-09-07T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T02:48:30.204-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-09-08T02:48:30.204-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="embarkation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="work study" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ensenada" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="San Diego" /><title>All Aboard the MV Explorer</title><content type="html">Hello, my wonderful blog readers.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am very sorry, once again, that it took me so long to write.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m sure you’ve all been patiently waiting to hear about life aboard the giant floating university.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have a really hard time getting myself to write in my journal—I keep procrastinating.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I always tell myself I will write at the end of the day before I go to bed, but the minute I get back to my room, I end up passing out because I’m so exhausted.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The rocking of the ship makes me really sleepy, and I guess I am constantly using all these muscles that I never use in order to keep myself balanced, which makes me even more tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Well, let me try to give you a brief recap of my first couple days on the ship and the days leading up to it.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I flew out to &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;San Diego&lt;/st1:city&gt; from &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; on August 23&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; and stayed at the Sheraton, the official hotel for Semester at Sea, for two nights.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We had dinner at a really nice restaurant in downtown La Jolla named Jack’s and visited some fun places, including the San Diego Zoo, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Balboa&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Park&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, and Hotel del Coronado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Before long, the moment for which I’d been anxiously waiting had finally arrived.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was time to embark the ship.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was filled with excitement and anticipation.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I had a lot of mixed emotions since I wasn’t sure about the type of people that I would encounter on the ship.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was concerned about whether or not I would be able to make a lot of friends and was feeling a little bit apprehensive.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was sad to be leaving some people behind, even though I’m not the type to get homesick.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have a hard time saying goodbye to people and places, whether they are familiar or not.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As a little kid, no matter where I went, I never wanted to leave.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We could be at a friend’s house for dinner, and I wouldn’t want to say goodbye to my friend and go home.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I would get really sad and ask if I could stay the night there.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I don’t know where I get that from.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Maybe I have attachment issues from my childhood?&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That is the psychology major in me coming out, trying to analyze myself.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hey, at least I acknowledge it.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Most people would never admit it and put themselves out there like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to my surprise, once I boarded the ship, I was pleased to find out that most of the people were really nice and not high-strung or stuck up as I thought they might be.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Only the work study students were on the ship for the first two days, so we developed a bond and got to know each other before everyone else came onto the ship.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I felt as though I could really get along with most of the work study students.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was a pretty diverse group of people, but we had a lot in common with each other, especially financial need.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For that reason, I felt I could relate to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day we had an introductory meeting, and that was about it.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We found out that over 250 students had applied for work study, but only 25 students were selected.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We were a very lucky bunch, to say the least.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;On the second day, we got our job assignments and had to prepare for the next day when all the students would arrive.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I got my job assignment, which is in the IT department, aka the Geek Squad, with five other people.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My job is to help people get connected to the wireless internet and help them configure their computers to the public network and printers.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately though, we don’t get free unlimited internet access, even as a worker.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; We all&lt;/span&gt; get 250 free minutes for the entire voyage, and once those are gone, we have to buy additional minutes for $0.40 a minute, which is very expensive.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Thus, I have decided to type my blog on Microsoft Word, save it onto a flash drive, and then upload it online at a cyber café in the port cities.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It is much more economical that way.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Just bear in mind, the date the blog is posted is not the same date that I am writing the blog.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, I really like my job assignment because I’m a big computer geek.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We have one of the most laid back jobs, as well; we only have to work three hours a day in the computer lab, and we can work on homework, write in our blogs, or anything else we feel like doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;During one of our meetings, we found out that one of the Lifelong Learners on our voyage, a 91-year-old former Navy chief, decided to give each of the 25 work study students a $500 scholarship that would be credited to our shipboard accounts.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We could use it for whatever we wanted, shipboard expenses, spending money in ports, anything.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This was such great news to hear—I couldn’t believe someone would be that generous to donate $12,500 to us out of his pocket.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We had a private dinner with him later on in the week to meet and thank him in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Finally, we departed &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;San Diego&lt;/st1:city&gt; on the night of August 25&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; and set off for &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Ensenada&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Mexico&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, where all the students would take shuttles and meet the ship the next morning.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I had to work in the gangway, directing the students where to go.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I had the best job for arrival day because I was the first face the students would see when they walked aboard the ship for the first time; it was up to me to leave a good, lasting first impression.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4628744572458129545-7980687016567596774?l=melissaroyatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheETrueHollywoodStoryMelissaRoyAtSea/~4/WZsomBNbN90" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://melissaroyatsea.blogspot.com/feeds/7980687016567596774/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4628744572458129545&amp;postID=7980687016567596774" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628744572458129545/posts/default/7980687016567596774?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628744572458129545/posts/default/7980687016567596774?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheETrueHollywoodStoryMelissaRoyAtSea/~3/WZsomBNbN90/all-aboard-mv-explorer.html" title="All Aboard the MV Explorer" /><author><name>Melissa Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996604289410268365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/melissaroy/melissa.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://melissaroyatsea.blogspot.com/2007/09/all-aboard-mv-explorer.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4BQXk7fSp7ImA9WB5UGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628744572458129545.post-7434219831155625854</id><published>2007-08-22T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T19:59:10.705-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-08-22T19:59:10.705-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Japan Rail pass" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="San Diego" /><title>Leavin' on a Jet Plane</title><content type="html">I am taking an early morning flight to San Diego tomorrow morning.  We are boarding the ship in less than three days, and I'm so excited!  I am currently in New York City after my fun long weekend in New England.  We ended up going to Maine and Vermont like I talked about in my last post.  I put almost 700 miles on our rental car in just four days.  The hot air balloon festival was a lot of fun, as was the tour of the Ben &amp; Jerry's ice cream factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I bought my Japan Rail pass today in NYC.  It always helps to be in New York when you need to get something done because all major offices are headquartered here.  I just love this city!  I went in person to get my pass so I didn't have to spend any extra money on shipping.  I don't think I would have been able to get it shipped anyway since I am leaving tomorrow morning.  I am so glad to have this done because apparently this pass is something you cannot buy in Japan.  Since Japan is the first country on our itinerary, I would have been screwed if I didn't buy it today.  The pass is only for tourists, and you can only buy it from your home country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not have known that I needed to buy the Japan Rail pass ASAP if it weren't for my chance meeting with a fellow voyager on my flight from New Hampshire to Philly.  My life has been full of coicidences lately, that being one of them.  Being the eavesdropper I am, I overheard a girl sitting a few seats behind me on the plane talking about leaving for Semester at Sea in a few days.  I told her that I was also going on the voyage, and then she decided to come have a seat next to me.  We talked about Semester at Sea the entire flight back.  This is the first person I have met so far that will be on the ship with me.  I don't know a single soul on the ship other than her!  Our conversation made me realize how unprepared I am compared to her, which worried me, but then I realized that everyone has a different style of going about things.  My style is more of a spur-of-the-moment, spontaneous style.  I like to go with the flow.  I know if you plan out everything, you're asking for trouble because things don't always go as planned.  Like one of my Facebook quotes says, "Life is what happens while you are busy planning something else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I will meet some amazing people on the ship who will make great travel buddies and lifelong friends.  Get ready, San Diego and my fellow SASers, here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4628744572458129545-7434219831155625854?l=melissaroyatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheETrueHollywoodStoryMelissaRoyAtSea/~4/hdJhWOOcvO0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://melissaroyatsea.blogspot.com/feeds/7434219831155625854/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4628744572458129545&amp;postID=7434219831155625854" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628744572458129545/posts/default/7434219831155625854?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628744572458129545/posts/default/7434219831155625854?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheETrueHollywoodStoryMelissaRoyAtSea/~3/hdJhWOOcvO0/leavin-on-jet-plane.html" title="Leavin' on a Jet Plane" /><author><name>Melissa Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996604289410268365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/melissaroy/melissa.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://melissaroyatsea.blogspot.com/2007/08/leavin-on-jet-plane.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cFRX08eip7ImA9WB5UFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628744572458129545.post-2477509993094122806</id><published>2007-08-16T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T21:23:34.372-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-08-17T21:23:34.372-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="embarkation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="countdown" /><title>The Final Countdown</title><content type="html">Wow, it has been over a month since I've written!  I can't believe the countdown to embark on our life-altering voyage is now down to a mere single digit!  Boy, does time fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I would be better about writing, but cut me some slack... I have been insanely busy these last few weeks.  Let me give you a brief summary of what the past month has been like for me.  The last week of July was a little daunting to say the least because I had to pack all my bags for Semester at Sea, put the rest of my stuff in a storage unit, and move out of my place.  I was in a time crunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on July 28th, I left for Toronto to attend my aunt and uncle's 25th anniversary party.  I was there for ten days and had an amazing time.  I hadn't been there for over eight years, so it was good to be able to catch up with my cousins and extended family.  We watched a lot of movies and went to Paramount Canada's Wonderland, where I rode every roller coaster in the park.  In the midst of all our fun-filled activities, we still found the time to plan and organize everything for the huge extravaganza that was the anniversary.  The party itself was on a really nice yacht that cruised around the harbor of Lake Ontario, and I got to dress up in an elegant Indian sari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Toronto, I flew to Chicago to visit my mom for seven days.  Chicago is a really fun, diverse city, and I did a lot of exploring in the short amount of time I was there.  In my opinion, the best way to explore a city is to live like a local, use the public transportation to go all over the city, get lost, and find your way back.  It's okay to ask for directions.  It gives you humility, rather than take away your pride.  My mom and I both got the 7-day CTA pass and went all around the city.  We took a Yoga class together, went to the art museum, the planetarium, the aquarium, the beach along Lake Shore Drive, and to Devon Ave. (the street known for all its Indian stores and restaurants).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Chicago, I flew to Philadelphia to visit more family, and then just this afternoon we flew into New Hampshire to vacation up in the White Mountains for five days.  It feels so nice to get away from the smog and pollution of the big city and be up in the mountains breathing in the fresh, crisp New England air.  A family friend of ours owns a summer stock theatre up here called the Weathervane Theatre, so we will be going to some plays, including "Evita" and "The Philadelphia Story".  Since we have a rental car, we may take a leisurely drive to Vermont to visit the Ben &amp; Jerry's ice cream factory and perhaps even to Maine for the 15th Annual Great Falls Balloon Festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week will be hectic once again.  Monday night, we will be flying back to Philly, and then the next morning, I will be taking a Greyhound bus up to New York City to visit a friend.  We will be there for two days and then take off for San Diego on Wednesday morning.  There, we will do some sightseeing for two or three days (I really want to go to the San Diego Zoo because I adore animals!)  and then embark for my voyage on the 25th.  I will be boarding the ship two days prior to the rest of the student body because of my position as a work grant recipient.  I still can't believe this trip is really happening... it feels surreal.  Just eight months ago, I was trying to think of a good topic to write for my admissions essay, and now it's just nine days till we board the mighty &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MV Explorer&lt;/span&gt;!  I know I have a semester full of personal growth and discovery ahead of me, and I can't wait to live it to the fullest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4628744572458129545-2477509993094122806?l=melissaroyatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheETrueHollywoodStoryMelissaRoyAtSea/~4/gD7kAkh_WzE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://melissaroyatsea.blogspot.com/feeds/2477509993094122806/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4628744572458129545&amp;postID=2477509993094122806" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628744572458129545/posts/default/2477509993094122806?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628744572458129545/posts/default/2477509993094122806?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheETrueHollywoodStoryMelissaRoyAtSea/~3/gD7kAkh_WzE/as-end-of-countdown-draws-near.html" title="The Final Countdown" /><author><name>Melissa Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996604289410268365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/melissaroy/melissa.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://melissaroyatsea.blogspot.com/2007/08/as-end-of-countdown-draws-near.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMGQHo4fyp7ImA9WB5XE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628744572458129545.post-4407647584974303865</id><published>2007-07-12T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T21:53:41.437-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-07-12T21:53:41.437-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hospital" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="surgery" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wisdom teeth" /><title>Wisdom Tooth</title><content type="html">So I know this doesn't really have anything to do with Semester at Sea, but I had to go get one of my wisdom teeth pulled out on Tuesday because I don't have enough room in my mouth.  It was coming in at an angle, and you could see the very top of it emerging above my gumline.  It had been hurting for quite a few months now, so I decided it was best to do it before leaving for Semester at Sea, or else I would have to put up with the pain for five more months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had to give you just one piece of advice, it would be NEVER GET YOUR TEETH PULLED WHILE YOU ARE AWAKE!  It was one of the most painful experiences of my life.  Now I don't want to scare any of you who haven't gotten your wisdom teeth extracted yet, but they only gave me anesthesia shots like they do when you get cavities filled, except this was surgery, and I felt pain during the whole procedure.  The anesthesia only works to numb the gum tissue, tongue, and surrounding area, but it doesn't numb you deep down into the roots where your nerves are.  My tooth was impacted too, which means it was below the gums, and they had to slice my gums and dig it out.  They actually ran into some complications, and it took an hour and 45 minutes for them to get out that one tooth!  They had to call in three different dentists!  Actually, a couple of them were only students and one was an intern.  I went to the Los Angeles County + USC Medical Center, which is a free clinic, but they have students working on you.  It was a walk-in clinic, and I had to wait for over 6 hours in the waiting area to get seen.  It was not a very clean place, and you could tell it was a county hospital.  I know the government is trying hard to give everybody affordable healthcare, and I respect that.  However, I learned the hard way that you get what you pay for (and don't get what you don't pay for- which is quality care!)  Every time they wiggled the tooth trying to get it loose, a really sharp jabbing pain would shoot through my mouth and I would jump!  The lady was stretching my lip out way too much to the point where she cut it.  I kept telling them it was hurting, and they kept giving me more shots of anesthesia, but it didn't help.  They told me I had a lot of fatty tissue in my cheeks for how skinny I was, in an attempt to make me laugh.  So if any of you are wondering where all my fat goes, it all goes to my cheeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so then it was time to put in the stitches.  I heard everything they were saying, and I could see the reflection of what they were doing in their glasses.  One of the guys told the girl intern, "Here, you wanna try?" and gave her the needle and thread.  I was so scared!  I felt like a toy that they were experimenting on.  Finally, I was done and got my prescription of Codeine and Penicillin and went home.  I couldn't even take my pain killers after the surgery because I had to drive 45 minutes to get home!  I just took a few Advils, and put some gauze in my mouth.  I had to be a trooper.  I wish I had someone to come pick me up or even give me a hug, but that's real life for you!  :-(  It's hard being all by yourself!  I had class the next morning at 8:30am, and I had an internship afterwards where my job is to talk to clients on the phone the whole time.  It is extremely difficult to talk when you have stitches in your mouth because certain words/sounds put a lot of strain on your mouth.  I am now on the 2nd day after the surgery, and the pain has gone down just a tad bit, but I still have to take my pain killers and put an ice pack on my cheek to keep the swelling down to a minimum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had wanted so badly to be completely knocked out during the procedure, but they said the only way I could do that was if I got all four taken out at once and that I would have to make an appointment for that, the next available appointment being sometime in August.  Since I am leaving town in three weeks and won't be back in LA till January, I had no choice but to get only that one tooth done.  When I come back from Semester at Sea, I will get the other three done, but I will make sure I am completely knocked out with an IV in my arm!  Soon after that, I will be getting braces.  My teeth are fairly straight, but I have one bottom tooth that grew in front of all the others, so I want to get it fixed.  Since people tell me my smile is one of my best features, I thought, "Why not make it the best it can be?!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4628744572458129545-4407647584974303865?l=melissaroyatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheETrueHollywoodStoryMelissaRoyAtSea/~4/P5m9A4qtMM4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://melissaroyatsea.blogspot.com/feeds/4407647584974303865/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4628744572458129545&amp;postID=4407647584974303865" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628744572458129545/posts/default/4407647584974303865?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628744572458129545/posts/default/4407647584974303865?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheETrueHollywoodStoryMelissaRoyAtSea/~3/P5m9A4qtMM4/wisdom-tooth.html" title="Wisdom Tooth" /><author><name>Melissa Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996604289410268365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/melissaroy/melissa.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://melissaroyatsea.blogspot.com/2007/07/wisdom-tooth.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEGQXc9cSp7ImA9WB5SF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628744572458129545.post-4820002567053089955</id><published>2007-06-13T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T18:30:20.969-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-06-13T18:30:20.969-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Myanmar" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="China" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thailand" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Japan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="New Year's" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Florida" /><title>More Changes to Itinerary</title><content type="html">SAS has finally posted online the recently made changes to our Fall 2007 itinerary.  I'm actually quite pleased with all the changes.  Like I said in the last post,  we will be going to Bangkok, Thailand, in place of Yangon, Myanmar (Burma).  Although Myanmar would have been a unique experience in and of itself, I am pretty excited for this change to have occurred.  I have wanted to visit Thailand for quite some time now, so it all works out in the end.  Some of the other changes to the itinerary are as follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will now be stopping for two days in the port of Yokahama, Japan, instead of going directly to Kobe, Japan.  This city is located in the northern part of the country, making it easier and cheaper to travel to Tokyo, if that's what we choose to do.  I am planning on getting a rail pass and traveling all over Japan, spending at least a whole day, perhaps two, in Tokyo.  I also want to visit Hiroshima, Nagasaki, and Osaka.  We have the option of boarding the ship and traveling Japan's beautiful inner passage to our next port of Kobe for two days, or we can travel overland and meet the ship before it departs from Kobe for our next destination of Qingdao, China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we will now be ending our voyage in Miami, rather than Ft. Lauderdale, Florida.  This is because our berth has been usurped by a larger vessel.  Miami is a short and inexpensive ground shuttle trip away from Ft. Lauderdale; thus, parents who have already booked their flights for the welcome home reception won't need to change their travel plans.  I've never been to Florida, so I'm pretty stoked that our ship docks in Miami.  I plan on spending the whole month of December in the Sunshine State and meeting up with some friends and family for the holidays. We will probably be making a trip to Disney World, too!  Can you believe I have never been to Disney World?!  I guess my childhood was deprived of the mass commercial globalization that is Disney.  Haha, I'm just kidding, Disney, I love you!  And I secretly always wanted to be Princess Jasmine!  Anyway, I will wrap up my fabulous semester at sea and kiss '07 goodbye by ringing in the new year in sunny South Beach, Miami.  Let the good times roll! &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;script&gt;e ground shuttle trip away. We apologize for any \ninconvenience.\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;If you have \nquestions or need more information about any of these changes, I encourage you \nto check our itineraries at \u003ca title\u003d\"http://www.semesteratsea.org/\" href\u003d\"http://www.semesteratsea.org/\" target\u003d\"_blank\" onclick\u003d\"return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)\"\&gt;www.semesteratsea.org\u003c/a\&gt; or call \n1-800-854-0159. \u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;Sincerely,\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\n\u003cp\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;Les McCabe, \nPh.D.\u003cbr\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial\"\&gt;President, \nSemester at Sea® and the Institute for Shipboard &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4628744572458129545-4820002567053089955?l=melissaroyatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheETrueHollywoodStoryMelissaRoyAtSea/~4/umF7kxS_dfk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://melissaroyatsea.blogspot.com/feeds/4820002567053089955/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4628744572458129545&amp;postID=4820002567053089955" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628744572458129545/posts/default/4820002567053089955?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628744572458129545/posts/default/4820002567053089955?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheETrueHollywoodStoryMelissaRoyAtSea/~3/umF7kxS_dfk/more-changes-in-itinerary.html" title="More Changes to Itinerary" /><author><name>Melissa Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996604289410268365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/melissaroy/melissa.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://melissaroyatsea.blogspot.com/2007/06/more-changes-in-itinerary.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcNQ388fip7ImA9WB5SFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628744572458129545.post-8933822025626583755</id><published>2007-06-10T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T23:24:52.176-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-06-10T23:24:52.176-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Myanmar" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thailand" /><title>Change in Itinerary</title><content type="html">I just found out a couple days ago, via a post on our MSN group message boards, that Myanmar (Burma) will be indefinitely removed from the SAS itinerary.  Although I didn't know much about the country, I was disappointed when I heard the news.  I guess there is a lot of conflict going on in Myanmar, unfortunately, and its people are not able to live freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to call SAS to see if they replaced Myanmar with another country and found out that we will now be going to Bangkok, Thailand, instead.  I am really thrilled about that because I have been dying to go to Thailand!  I have heard so many wonderful things about that country... not to mention my undying love for Thai food!  All my friends who have traveled Southeast Asia said you cannot possibly go there without visiting Thailand.  I had asked SAS before if I could do an independent trip to Thailand, but they said we weren't allowed to go out of our port country, so it is a blessing in disguise that Myanmar was cancelled and Thailand was added.  Here is the letter that was posted on the message board.  It hasn't been officially updated yet on the SAS website, so there could be more changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;Dear All:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I want to extend my sincere thanks to each one of you for agreeing to be on this special committee. All of us at ISE thank you for taking the time to study this important matter. After reviewing my notes and our conversations I reported to the ISE Staff on Tuesday that a majority of the committee members thought it would be best to cancel our upcoming visits to Myanmar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reported this to the Senior staff when I was in Charlottesville and it was agreed that we would cancel our visit to Myanmar indefinitely, beginning with the Fall 2007 voyage. An announcement will be sent to the upcoming faculty staff and students and we will post the itineraries for the upcoming voyages on our website and in our literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was not an easy decision because there were compelling arguments on both sides of the issue, but we believe it is the right decision at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please know all of us send our sincere thanks to you and hope you have a wonderful day and a relaxing week-end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John P. Tymitz, Ph.D.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4628744572458129545-8933822025626583755?l=melissaroyatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheETrueHollywoodStoryMelissaRoyAtSea/~4/qaPHQbw7K9M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://melissaroyatsea.blogspot.com/feeds/8933822025626583755/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4628744572458129545&amp;postID=8933822025626583755" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628744572458129545/posts/default/8933822025626583755?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628744572458129545/posts/default/8933822025626583755?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheETrueHollywoodStoryMelissaRoyAtSea/~3/qaPHQbw7K9M/change-in-itinerary.html" title="Change in Itinerary" /><author><name>Melissa Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996604289410268365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/melissaroy/melissa.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://melissaroyatsea.blogspot.com/2007/06/change-in-itinerary.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYFQHw6fCp7ImA9WB5SFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628744572458129545.post-4637085705543193225</id><published>2007-06-05T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T20:55:11.214-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-06-10T20:55:11.214-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="acting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cinema" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="global studies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="classes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><title>Classes</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because I am doing Semester at Sea so late into my college career, I won't be able to transfer the units to Pepperdine. Even though the classes we take on the ship are accredited through the prestigious&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt; University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;  of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Virginia&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; (the second best public university in the nation, following Berkeley), there's a rule that says the last 28 units have to be taken in residence at Pepperdine in order to receive a degree from there. Most universities have a similar rule. For me, this isn't a big deal because I already have more than enough units to graduate a year early. Instead of finishing a year early, I decided to enjoy a full four years in college.  More specifically, I decided to take a semester off to do this program &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt; and let my financial aid pay for it, rather than paying out of pocket to do it later on in life.  I took 18 units just about every semester, as well as a number of summer school classes, to ensure my senior year would be a breeze. But boy, I never thought it would be this fun! I will be taking a lot of acting classes since that is the career path I want to pursue after graduation. Next spring upon returning from Semester at Sea, I will have only two more required courses (psychology and Spanish lit), and the rest of my classes will comprise of acting, voice, piano, dance, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the four classes I am taking this fall on Semester at Sea and their descriptions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Global Studies&lt;/b&gt; (this class is mandatory for everyone)&lt;br /&gt;Global Studies is an interdisciplinary course that focuses on the countries visited and is tailored especially to meet the global and comparative approach of Semester at Sea. In addition to providing basic information about the countries on the itinerary, Global Studies also provides a meaningful framework by which to compare data, examine issues, and develop concepts. Participants learn how to understand cultural and social phenomena with which they are constantly coming into contact during the semester and to highlight both commonalities and differences from one society to another. Global Studies equips participants with observational and analytical skills for encountering societies different from their own, and different from each other, a key factor in facilitating the integration of class work and field work for all courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Modern Acting Techniques&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;The Modern Acting class will explore the evolution of Acting in the 20th Century up to the present. By understanding this evolution actors will realize the social issues that surrounded a particular theatrical movement, the ideas that were present during the writing of a play and its production, and the methods applied by the actors at the time. As we discuss and explore this evolution we will experience as best we can the changes that occurred and the theoretical shifts from generation to generation. After an overview with some exercises, we will introduce the Meisner Technique and spend the majority of time with The Viewpoints. An introduction to the theater history and practices of each port country will be given and experiences will be incorporated into our work. The course will culminate with original short productions (developed with The Viewpoints) based on work in class, productions seen in ports and other experiences from the countries we visit. Suggested Prerequisite: This is an upper-division performance course so at least an Acting 1 class is required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Introduction to World Cinema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;This course introduces you to the close analysis, cultural interpretation and global diversity of film as an artistic, social and industrial medium. Using a wide variety of films and film excerpts from around the world, virtually all from countries we'll be visiting this semester, we will develop and apply concepts of national and transnational cinema, realism and modernism, form, style, genre, ideology, and culture. In addition we will focus on specific kinds of film techniques such as mise en scene, cinematography, editing and sound. Suggested Prerequisites: None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Introduction to Global Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;This course will introduce students to a variety of musical styles from around the globe. Following our voyage, we will explore an incredible array of sonic creations from slack key guitar and taiko drumming to filmi and flamenco. The class however is designed to provide more than audio tour: it will challenge students to think critically about the music they encounter-not only its sonic structure and aesthetics, but its various cultural contexts, the technologies and industries which enable them to hear it, the identities of those who perform it, the ways in which audiences consume it, and the many kinds of meanings it may hold. Both the product of and an agent for globalization, we will see that music is an inherently mobile and hybrid form. There are no prerequisites for this course, although students may find that some musical background is helpful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4628744572458129545-4637085705543193225?l=melissaroyatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheETrueHollywoodStoryMelissaRoyAtSea/~4/EqUmKYC5rNM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://melissaroyatsea.blogspot.com/feeds/4637085705543193225/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4628744572458129545&amp;postID=4637085705543193225" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628744572458129545/posts/default/4637085705543193225?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628744572458129545/posts/default/4637085705543193225?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheETrueHollywoodStoryMelissaRoyAtSea/~3/EqUmKYC5rNM/classes.html" title="Classes" /><author><name>Melissa Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996604289410268365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/melissaroy/melissa.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://melissaroyatsea.blogspot.com/2007/06/classes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQFRH09eip7ImA9WB5SFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628744572458129545.post-5036746116539907804</id><published>2007-06-05T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T20:58:35.362-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-06-10T20:58:35.362-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="passport" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="visa" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="work study" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="financial aid" /><title>Background</title><content type="html">Let me give you a brief background on what inspired me to do Semester at Sea.  During New Student Orientation when I first came to Pepperdine, I saw some posters of Semester at Sea up on the walls.  Instantly, I became curious about the program and knew I had to take part.  I asked the International Programs division at my school about it, but they said they didn't know too much about the program.  They kept encouraging me to do a Pepperdine-sponsored program instead, saying it would be too much of a hassle to transfer credits and get the classes approved.  Being a young freshman, I took their word for it.  I left for the year-long &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Buenos Aires&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; program.  I traveled all over South America, hitting Brazil, Chile, Peru, Bolivia, Uruguay, Paraguay, and of course, Argentina.  Don't get me wrong, it was the most incredible year of my life.  However, it still wasn't enough.  When I came back, I felt the travel bug biting harder, and I was itching to get out and see the rest of the world.  I thought it was too late into my college career to do any more study abroads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then December of last year came around, and my friend who graduated from UC Berkeley told me he went on Semester at Sea while he was in college and that it was the most amazing experience of his life.  Hearing it first-hand from an alum did it for me, and I immediately knew that I was going on the trip.  I started gathering my resources and applied in January.  I mailed in my deposit as soon as I got my acceptance letter to secure my spot, in a double-occupancy room without a porthole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, just a few weeks ago, I found out I got selected as a work study grant recipient, which is the largest financial award that the Institute for Shipboard Education gives out to any one student.  This means that not only do they think I am an exemplary student and will set a good example for the other students, but also that I will get $6,200 subtracted from my tuition (that's 1/3 of the price)!  This was great news since my institutional grants don't transfer- only my federal aid will.  All I have to do for the grant is work three hours a day while I'm on the ship, which turns out to be only 150 hours total.  So if you do the math, I'm getting over $40 an hour for basically doing homework in the library, or whatever it is that I get chosen to do.  I'm hoping I will get chosen to be a photographer on the yearbook staff since I have a passion for photography, as you will soon see on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While here taking summer school classes in Malibu, I have been efficiently getting everything ready to set sail on my voyage.  I got both of my required visas (India and China) and got 48 additional pages added to my passport, as it was completely filled up from my South America trip.  I got my Indian visa a month ago in New York, while I was visiting a friend, and I got my Chinese visa here in Los Angeles a couple weeks ago.  And just Friday, I got my 48 additional passport pages added at the federal building in LA, so I am good to go for many years to come!  I decided to do everything in person so as to expedite the process.  I don't trust the US mail, and it always takes anywhere from 8-12 weeks to get anything unless you pay a bunch of unnecessary money to overnight it.  I'm proud of myself for getting everything done in a timely manner- it makes me feel responsible!  I'm the worst procrastinator when it comes to anything else, but this is something that I don't want to wait for!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4628744572458129545-5036746116539907804?l=melissaroyatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheETrueHollywoodStoryMelissaRoyAtSea/~4/PLQ3pHQe6YA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://melissaroyatsea.blogspot.com/feeds/5036746116539907804/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4628744572458129545&amp;postID=5036746116539907804" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628744572458129545/posts/default/5036746116539907804?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628744572458129545/posts/default/5036746116539907804?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheETrueHollywoodStoryMelissaRoyAtSea/~3/PLQ3pHQe6YA/background.html" title="Background" /><author><name>Melissa Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996604289410268365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/melissaroy/melissa.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://melissaroyatsea.blogspot.com/2007/06/background.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8GQH05eip7ImA9WB5SEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628744572458129545.post-1171622923814216523</id><published>2007-06-05T21:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T19:20:21.322-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-06-06T19:20:21.322-07:00</app:edited><title>Welcome</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hello everybody, I'd like to welcome you to my brand new blog that I started solely for my upcoming Semester at Sea voyage, the experience of a lifetime. I've never been more excited about going abroad than I am right now. I did a whole year abroad in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-family: verdana;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Buenos Aires&lt;/st1:City&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Argentina&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;, during my sophomore year at Pepperdine, and it was incredible. However, I don't think it will even COMPARE to this program! There really is no other program where the world is your classroom, where you can experience the wonders of the world, explore four continents, make lifelong friends, and learn things you can directly and immediately apply in a global context.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I just have to say that I've never been good about keeping a blog, journal, diary, or whatever it may be. I have a hard time writing on a regular basis, either because I get really busy and forget, or I just don't feel like writing! I'm trying to get better at it, so please bear with me! I want this to be the first blog that I write regularly because I want you all to experience this wonderful journey with me. Please feel free to leave me comments... I love to hear your thoughts and opinions! Now let's get this ship sailing!&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/4628744572458129545-1171622923814216523?l=melissaroyatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheETrueHollywoodStoryMelissaRoyAtSea/~4/ClVbgVE7qBY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://melissaroyatsea.blogspot.com/feeds/1171622923814216523/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4628744572458129545&amp;postID=1171622923814216523" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628744572458129545/posts/default/1171622923814216523?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628744572458129545/posts/default/1171622923814216523?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheETrueHollywoodStoryMelissaRoyAtSea/~3/ClVbgVE7qBY/welcome.html" title="Welcome" /><author><name>Melissa Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08996604289410268365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/melissaroy/melissa.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://melissaroyatsea.blogspot.com/2007/06/welcome.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

