<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781342945173469945</id><updated>2011-09-14T15:57:55.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a i m e e h a n</title><subtitle type='html'>with love</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeehan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781342945173469945/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeehan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aimee Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121990521302085721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781342945173469945.post-1883428895589811145</id><published>2011-09-14T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T15:57:55.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart</title><content type='html'>Video tribute I compiled for our beloved Yoori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/883112578175"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/883112578175" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781342945173469945-1883428895589811145?l=aimeehan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeehan.blogspot.com/feeds/1883428895589811145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781342945173469945&amp;postID=1883428895589811145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781342945173469945/posts/default/1883428895589811145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781342945173469945/posts/default/1883428895589811145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeehan.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-heart.html' title='My Heart'/><author><name>Aimee Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121990521302085721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781342945173469945.post-5294140382411741362</id><published>2009-06-16T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:40:11.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sketch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/Sjf-WH_ukLI/AAAAAAAAARM/HEUzUkVYCXU/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/Sjf-WH_ukLI/AAAAAAAAARM/HEUzUkVYCXU/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348022738582671538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the youth and I were goofing around at church and drawing random pictures.  I sketched one of my cousin (second cousin?).  It came out strangely okay, which surprised me because I hadn't drawn portraits in FOREVER.  I used to draw them all the time in high school. My drawing accuracy got worse as I got older, probably because of lack of practice.  I would get so frustrated with my faces that I would leave part of it undone, usually one of the eyes.  Hence, I ended up creating a number of one-eyed sketches.  Haha...  Either that, or my proportions would be so off, that the drawing would end up looking like a person, but a totally different person, that I ha&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/Sjf9KhJm1XI/AAAAAAAAARE/AkHlAYsteng/s1600-h/joanne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/Sjf9KhJm1XI/AAAAAAAAARE/AkHlAYsteng/s400/joanne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348021439664936306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d never met until creating the picture.  Anyway, being proud that this sketch didn't turn out to be a total mutation, I thought I'd post it in case I end up never being able to sketch a normal face again.  :)  She's the one in the pink.  This was like the only normal picture I could find of her.  Making wacky faces in pics must run in my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781342945173469945-5294140382411741362?l=aimeehan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeehan.blogspot.com/feeds/5294140382411741362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781342945173469945&amp;postID=5294140382411741362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781342945173469945/posts/default/5294140382411741362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781342945173469945/posts/default/5294140382411741362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeehan.blogspot.com/2009/06/sketch.html' title='Sketch'/><author><name>Aimee Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121990521302085721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/Sjf-WH_ukLI/AAAAAAAAARM/HEUzUkVYCXU/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781342945173469945.post-1536831042277005228</id><published>2009-04-13T23:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:54:55.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SeTugy6CJ2I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/2CT5m2tU198/s1600-h/IMG_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SeTugy6CJ2I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/2CT5m2tU198/s400/IMG_0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324642906647177058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For my brother's 30th birthday, I made him a music box. I made it much like the wedding cake topper, just added a couple improvements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time around, I experimented with different kinds of eyes, and spent more time doing the hair (although it drove me nuts after a while). I also ordered parts for a music box base, and a musical movement, which is the actual part that makes the music. If you watched An American Tail, you will understand why I chose the song I did. :) My brother can now think of me whenever he turns on the music and looks at the figurine. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This figurine was much more challenging, even though it was my second time around. I made them smaller, both proportionately and in size, so as to make them look more babyish. I'm actually pretty happy with the result now that I look back at the wedding topper. These look more like kids, and the other one, like adults. Being that they were smaller, everything was harder. At certain points, my eyes felt like they were bleeding because I was concentrating so hard on handling the tiny TINY parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SeQrxTFO0wI/AAAAAAAAANQ/n6uIHCknBFo/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SeQrxTFO0wI/AAAAAAAAANQ/n6uIHCknBFo/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324428785394569986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SeQs87N0-AI/AAAAAAAAANg/TjCKp71ZZHc/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SeQs87N0-AI/AAAAAAAAANg/TjCKp71ZZHc/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324430084658231298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are the images I used for inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SeTs3gAB5vI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b-MiLZCn65s/s1600-h/DSCF2219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SeTs3gAB5vI/AAAAAAAAAQo/b-MiLZCn65s/s320/DSCF2219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324641097685788402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the early process.&lt;br /&gt;These heads were actually much more difficult than the wedding topper heads.  Probably what made it the worst was that I started it late at night, when my eyes were &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SeTs89IhYiI/AAAAAAAAAQw/H91dHObsTac/s1600-h/DSCF2223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SeTs89IhYiI/AAAAAAAAAQw/H91dHObsTac/s320/DSCF2223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324641191405380130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;already crossing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris' head was difficult because of the dimple.  The more I manipulated it, the more it looked like a hole in his face.  I'm not happy with it.  It still looks like a hole.  Had the head been bigger, or had I had tools, I think I could've made it more lifelike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SeTswaJ4egI/AAAAAAAAAQg/AQPQDd7boEI/s1600-h/DSCF2225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SeTswaJ4egI/AAAAAAAAAQg/AQPQDd7boEI/s320/DSCF2225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324640975857416706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head drove me INSANE.  Something was wrong with the clay consistency at that point (too soft) , and every time I worked on one side, the other side would mush in.  For example, I'd work on making the skull rounder, and then all of a sudden, I had no chin anymore!  I'm happy with the eyes and mouth though.  Very lifelike.  The eyes actually bulge the way my real eyes do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SeTrJ2vMkmI/AAAAAAAAAQI/cD2Bgdy-Efc/s1600-h/DSCF2227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SeTrJ2vMkmI/AAAAAAAAAQI/cD2Bgdy-Efc/s320/DSCF2227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324639214003589730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the left here, Chris' pants were my least favorite part.  There was no way to hold him right while trying to get the creased look of the pants, and whenever I to&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SeTrUhJM3EI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/f3Mc-Cp41wQ/s1600-h/DSCF2226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SeTrUhJM3EI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/f3Mc-Cp41wQ/s320/DSCF2226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324639397185641538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;uched it, I spread blue coloring everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the right, I had fun doing my stockings.  Even the clay crumbles that were left behind helped add the effect of the cotton look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SeTsIoJVqBI/AAAAAAAAAQY/DCS4XOuOSAE/s1600-h/DSCF2231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SeTsIoJVqBI/AAAAAAAAAQY/DCS4XOuOSAE/s320/DSCF2231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324640292418463762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details were fun, but killed my eyes.  The Nike-esque looking signs on our jackets are actually Lacoste logos.  It was too tiny for me to actually make it look more like an alligator.  I loved this cat, carried it around everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very tiniest detail I dealt with were the tips of the drawstrings.  You can see how small they are compared to my finger.  If you click on this picture, you can see that I tried to make the drawstring tips just like real ones.  This was one of those details that made my eyes bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SeTXji4CFCI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Xw9Iq6J8XYQ/s1600-h/DSCF2232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SeTXji4CFCI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Xw9Iq6J8XYQ/s320/DSCF2232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324617665115984930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bald Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SeTVN3B-E3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/xwMm-QWFchM/s1600-h/DSCF2242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SeTVN3B-E3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/xwMm-QWFchM/s320/DSCF2242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324615093545997170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SeTXHjYFLXI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ubCKQVCaI3Q/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SeTXHjYFLXI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ubCKQVCaI3Q/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324617184214068594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was staring at Chris' pocket on his right thigh, and I swear it looks like a Transformers Autobot sign.  Whether it really was or not, I still think it's a nice addition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back View.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SeTRNcd92GI/AAAAAAAAAPI/g1EKthhMc7c/s1600-h/DSCF2252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SeTRNcd92GI/AAAAAAAAAPI/g1EKthhMc7c/s320/DSCF2252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324610688369154146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SeTRdJ5PutI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/LTbGqf9X9BI/s1600-h/DSCF2240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SeTRdJ5PutI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/LTbGqf9X9BI/s320/DSCF2240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324610958261205714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SeTQI8X-j9I/AAAAAAAAAO4/_GkUvuyW_ok/s1600-h/DSCF2244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SeTQI8X-j9I/AAAAAAAAAO4/_GkUvuyW_ok/s320/DSCF2244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324609511522996178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying to decide how to place them.  I was originally going to buy a turntable so I could have a rotating music box, but changed my mind.  I think next time, I'd like to try the rotating kind though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SeTO1h2vbmI/AAAAAAAAAOw/9Gpm7ajfIP8/s1600-h/DSCF2254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SeTO1h2vbmI/AAAAAAAAAOw/9Gpm7ajfIP8/s320/DSCF2254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324608078475128418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SeTMonYT1DI/AAAAAAAAAOg/IV6rXs6vxgM/s1600-h/DSCF2251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SeTMonYT1DI/AAAAAAAAAOg/IV6rXs6vxgM/s320/DSCF2251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324605657596548146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SeTN71Fg1xI/AAAAAAAAAOo/eql8nltpcVw/s1600-h/DSCF2253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SeTN71Fg1xI/AAAAAAAAAOo/eql8nltpcVw/s320/DSCF2253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324607087204947730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SeTMatlNFGI/AAAAAAAAAOY/QwM8aNv7lL0/s1600-h/DSCF2258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SeTMatlNFGI/AAAAAAAAAOY/QwM8aNv7lL0/s320/DSCF2258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324605418743075938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SeQpZhnXWYI/AAAAAAAAANI/oi1Kps7_GBY/s1600-h/IMG_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8432f25e2c6b957" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D08432f25e2c6b957%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331307533%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5D1FDD284CB94370EACE7623A64E50E648BDB8BE.1DAFEA9138A794E8E0DA93A63428968DDAFEC98C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8432f25e2c6b957%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6j-5h6RI6iEJBghOWwygLqMPhCw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D08432f25e2c6b957%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331307533%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5D1FDD284CB94370EACE7623A64E50E648BDB8BE.1DAFEA9138A794E8E0DA93A63428968DDAFEC98C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8432f25e2c6b957%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6j-5h6RI6iEJBghOWwygLqMPhCw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered a turn key that was too long, so you have to hold the music box in the air in order to play the music.  Otherwise, you wind it, take out the turn key, and then listen.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781342945173469945-1536831042277005228?l=aimeehan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8432f25e2c6b957&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeehan.blogspot.com/feeds/1536831042277005228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781342945173469945&amp;postID=1536831042277005228' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781342945173469945/posts/default/1536831042277005228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781342945173469945/posts/default/1536831042277005228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeehan.blogspot.com/2009/04/music-box.html' title='Music Box'/><author><name>Aimee Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121990521302085721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SeTugy6CJ2I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/2CT5m2tU198/s72-c/IMG_0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781342945173469945.post-94027952656105734</id><published>2008-11-01T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T09:42:27.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkins and Peacocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SQzw1W5q9zI/AAAAAAAAAMA/E3jmZegvGFw/s1600-h/IMG_9724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SQzw1W5q9zI/AAAAAAAAAMA/E3jmZegvGFw/s320/IMG_9724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263846863960471346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SQzvND58PDI/AAAAAAAAALw/MBaow4N24NE/s1600-h/IMG_9723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SQzvND58PDI/AAAAAAAAALw/MBaow4N24NE/s320/IMG_9723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263845072154934322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My peacock costume for Halloween!  I bought the fabrics and materials and somehow pulled it together for a dress, and in the nick of time!  I had no sewing machine so I had to hand sew the hem at the bottom, and somehow got the back to work.  I had too much fun in this costume, and wished I could wear it every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SQz0CBIxHdI/AAAAAAAAAMY/-SGE7LYEo8g/s1600-h/IMG_9728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SQz0CBIxHdI/AAAAAAAAAMY/-SGE7LYEo8g/s400/IMG_9728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263850379991391698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A view of the back and bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full-length and standing with sexy Soojin-devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SQzy4wNyLTI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/efoLPjG35ts/s1600-h/DSCF1310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SQzy4wNyLTI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/efoLPjG35ts/s400/DSCF1310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263849121318579506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SQz2upduzCI/AAAAAAAAAMg/F-CVLg10d2w/s1600-h/DSCF1342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SQz2upduzCI/AAAAAAAAAMg/F-CVLg10d2w/s400/DSCF1342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263853345754237986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SQz2vNgOhpI/AAAAAAAAAMo/bCdtbPJHLkU/s1600-h/DSCF1334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SQz2vNgOhpI/AAAAAAAAAMo/bCdtbPJHLkU/s400/DSCF1334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263853355428382354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Close-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some friends and I went to a pumpkin patch a couple weeks before Halloween.  I decided to carve images into my pumpkin that represent my apartment since there's three of us living here.  You can obviously tell which one is me - it's my dog, Yoori, and I watching the sunset.  I drew my brother's for him, the Tigers logo, but he decided to carve it and did an awesome job because I had failed to realize that the logo would just fall out if I actually carved it the way I drew it.  See the little stilts he carved so that it could be suspended?  Snazzy, huh?  And, for Daniel, I drew the Canon logo since he loves taking pictures.  He didn't want to carve it, though, so I just did a quick, rough job of carving it since I was tired of carving at that point.  Man, who knew it was so exhausting carving pumpkins?  At least we made some yummy pumpkin bread and garlic roasted pumpkin seeds out of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SQ3lDkgtBXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ASNniZuj0_s/s1600-h/IMG_1635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SQ3lDkgtBXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ASNniZuj0_s/s400/IMG_1635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264115388969190770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SQ3lsS2u3LI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NelV6Jn2AD0/s1600-h/IMG_1646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SQ3lsS2u3LI/AAAAAAAAAM4/NelV6Jn2AD0/s400/IMG_1646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264116088604384434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SQ3l6wg_rQI/AAAAAAAAANA/rVs-vGlPsWc/s1600-h/IMG_9697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SQ3l6wg_rQI/AAAAAAAAANA/rVs-vGlPsWc/s400/IMG_9697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264116337084443906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781342945173469945-94027952656105734?l=aimeehan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeehan.blogspot.com/feeds/94027952656105734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781342945173469945&amp;postID=94027952656105734' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781342945173469945/posts/default/94027952656105734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781342945173469945/posts/default/94027952656105734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeehan.blogspot.com/2008/11/pumpkins-and-peacocks.html' title='Pumpkins and Peacocks'/><author><name>Aimee Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121990521302085721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SQzw1W5q9zI/AAAAAAAAAMA/E3jmZegvGFw/s72-c/IMG_9724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781342945173469945.post-3128624792717407473</id><published>2008-09-12T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T13:25:08.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Cake Topper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMqdLld9vRI/AAAAAAAAAHc/D1kQS-EkASQ/s1600-h/IMG_9353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMqdLld9vRI/AAAAAAAAAHc/D1kQS-EkASQ/s400/IMG_9353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245177538388278546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks to Howard, a random fellow artist I met in LA, I got a chance to experiment with a new medium - Sculpey (or Polymer) clay.  This stuff ROCKS my SOCKS!  It never dries out and bakes perfectly (without a kiln!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was sitting at home staring at this clay that Howard gave me as a gift (two days before I had to head down to Haemin and Howard's (different Howard) wedding in LA).  Suddenly, I came up with an idea to make a cake topper as a gift for the happy couple.  Since I was handling a&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMqifYidGKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Yh0zHIfajd0/s1600-h/2795844796_d25955f7d4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMqifYidGKI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Yh0zHIfajd0/s320/2795844796_d25955f7d4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245183376072972450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ll the flowers, including floral decoration of the cake, at the wedding, I knew they didn't have a cake topper yet.  So, I thought I'd give it a shot, and if worse comes to worst, I could just place it on their table as a standing figurine.  The end result was more than I ever imagined!  The picture above is before I fully finished it, but it was such a nice shot (courtesy of Daniel Lee), I had to put it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never really sculpted before, so the whole process was an adventure!  It was fun com&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMqi4DLbHuI/AAAAAAAAAIU/jEQ9wt4mGgI/s1600-h/DSCF1075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMqi4DLbHuI/AAAAAAAAAIU/jEQ9wt4mGgI/s320/DSCF1075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245183799835959010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ing up with alternative methods, especially when I didn't have the right tools.  Like, at one point, I was smacking the clay with a wooden rice spatula I found to flatten it out.  My brother looks over and says "Heyy... that's my spatula.  I got it as a gift." And, I laughed and said, "Heyy.. thanks!" as I proceeded to slap the clay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMqjjAs60iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/awYzzQq7xOA/s1600-h/DSCF1076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMqjjAs60iI/AAAAAAAAAIc/awYzzQq7xOA/s320/DSCF1076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245184537905517090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMqlfjc9qgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Wl4dUGHazQA/s1600-h/DSCF1086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMqlfjc9qgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Wl4dUGHazQA/s320/DSCF1086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245186677537614338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMql4qDFxtI/AAAAAAAAAI8/9mx-bZ3Dbys/s1600-h/DSCF1089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMql4qDFxtI/AAAAAAAAAI8/9mx-bZ3Dbys/s320/DSCF1089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245187108804871890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMqnWzA34lI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Ww3puy7yzHA/s1600-h/DSCF1093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMqnWzA34lI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Ww3puy7yzHA/s400/DSCF1093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245188726119195218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was one of my absolute favorite details.  I wanted the shoes to have texture similar to real shoes, so I ran over to the pile of shoes in our apartment, found a pair of my brother's actual converse, and rolled it over the clay to make the treads for the clay converse.  It worked great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMqoeOQOgZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/W2P7I__phOo/s1600-h/DSCF1096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMqoeOQOgZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/W2P7I__phOo/s320/DSCF1096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245189953202061714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMqoxxzU04I/AAAAAAAAAJk/8YXMbNQKo-I/s1600-h/DSCF1098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMqoxxzU04I/AAAAAAAAAJk/8YXMbNQKo-I/s320/DSCF1098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245190289162032002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, I was fooling around with different hairstyles for Howard before actually making his hair.  It was quite entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMqpYyL6NbI/AAAAAAAAAJs/H_UnGAXEFNU/s1600-h/DSCF1100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMqpYyL6NbI/AAAAAAAAAJs/H_UnGAXEFNU/s320/DSCF1100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245190959280043442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the quick sketch I did before starting the models.  I started with the idea on the left, then changed it because the faces looked too flat and expressionless.  I also didn't want to make arms, so I was initially going to make them arm-less figurines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMqq9Nw7lHI/AAAAAAAAAKE/HwkzL3BvzUo/s1600-h/IMG_1627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMqq9Nw7lHI/AAAAAAAAAKE/HwkzL3BvzUo/s320/IMG_1627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245192684669998194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For a final touch, I called up my friend, Jiun, who can create custom-made earrings, and asked her to make a pair of earrings for the figurine.  I left her ears pierced so that it might be easier for Jiun to get the earrings through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, it ended up being much more difficult than I had anticipated because of the fragile nature of the doll.  Jiun sat for 6 hours just trying to thread and build the earrings.  6 hours!!!  She did an amazing job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My picture below sucks because the earrings themselves are out of focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMqsSsUSfPI/AAAAAAAAAKM/cXpA52MWmzw/s1600-h/IMG_1630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMqsSsUSfPI/AAAAAAAAAKM/cXpA52MWmzw/s400/IMG_1630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245194153160244466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMqqHJ6rZ9I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/a2a8JmpitOo/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMqqHJ6rZ9I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/a2a8JmpitOo/s320/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245191755924203474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMqqcw0PDEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/j69NFlvMNyY/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMqqcw0PDEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/j69NFlvMNyY/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245192127143414850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a final shot of the bride and groom, and the cake topper.  Do you see the likeness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was eery how much they looked alike, considering I had only a vague idea of what their dress and hair was going to look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMwgqeA7bYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/vPevND1HFDo/s1600-h/DSCF1111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMwgqeA7bYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/vPevND1HFDo/s320/DSCF1111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245603579963338114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the gift, all wrapped pretty and ready to be opened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMwg_LOTLuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/hjkno1y_Frc/s1600-h/832628726209_0_BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMwg_LOTLuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/hjkno1y_Frc/s400/832628726209_0_BG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245603935696400098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, here is the teary-eyed bride that made all the work worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMwhMEEJFqI/AAAAAAAAAK8/85Upkgotg-Q/s1600-h/142628726209_0_BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMwhMEEJFqI/AAAAAAAAAK8/85Upkgotg-Q/s400/142628726209_0_BG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245604157113046690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMqt36kLmyI/AAAAAAAAAKk/NfLo8hvKqQI/s1600-h/142628726209_0_BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781342945173469945-3128624792717407473?l=aimeehan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeehan.blogspot.com/feeds/3128624792717407473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781342945173469945&amp;postID=3128624792717407473' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781342945173469945/posts/default/3128624792717407473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781342945173469945/posts/default/3128624792717407473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeehan.blogspot.com/2008/09/1st-cake-topper.html' title='1st Cake Topper'/><author><name>Aimee Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121990521302085721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMqdLld9vRI/AAAAAAAAAHc/D1kQS-EkASQ/s72-c/IMG_9353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781342945173469945.post-8295405718748957728</id><published>2008-08-23T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T13:32:25.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Time Wedding Flowers!</title><content type='html'>My friend, Haemin, commissioned me to do ALL her flowers for this past August at her Los &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMm8devAPGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Kvovs_xEeF0/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMm8devAPGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Kvovs_xEeF0/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244930455702092898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Angeles wedding. You may think.. hey.. no big deal. But, being that this was my very first time ordering and arranging flowers, it was a HUGE deal. I had no idea what I was getting myself into!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, the flowers were a big success, and most importantly, Haemin was happy about them to the point of tears (which, I guess, doesn't say much since brides cry a lot, as you'll see in my next post). I have to give a gimongoid shout-out to Caroline Nguyen, without whom none of this would have been possible. She's the flower guru who gave me all her wisdom, ideas, and time from her own past experiences to help me get going and get through with this huge project. You're the BEST Caroline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMnBZpieRlI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CApaw3ocCNg/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMnBZpieRlI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CApaw3ocCNg/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244935887440987730" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMnB7JhnEsI/AAAAAAAAAGc/qyMMAtKBGR8/s1600-h/floral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMnB7JhnEsI/AAAAAAAAAGc/qyMMAtKBGR8/s400/floral.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244936462962987714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMnBk-Mln3I/AAAAAAAAAF0/Ns8mOocT-d8/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMnBk-Mln3I/AAAAAAAAAF0/Ns8mOocT-d8/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244936081964900210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMnCAi-aB4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/ncv6Sv1Pep4/s1600-h/mama+bouquet.jpg"&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMnB14H7ZwI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7zGOeO8JE7k/s1600-h/centerpiece+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMnB14H7ZwI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7zGOeO8JE7k/s400/centerpiece+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244936372392519426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMnBdc50I_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/jfY-50K3998/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMnBdc50I_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/jfY-50K3998/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244935952768705522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMnBy6B0-BI/AAAAAAAAAGM/PMCPXRAlTmo/s1600-h/centerpiece+1.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMnHC_ca09I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Lu97S5KmLCo/s1600-h/mama+bouquet.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMnHC_ca09I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Lu97S5KmLCo/s400/mama+bouquet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244942095253951442" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMnBy6B0-BI/AAAAAAAAAGM/PMCPXRAlTmo/s1600-h/centerpiece+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMnBy6B0-BI/AAAAAAAAAGM/PMCPXRAlTmo/s400/centerpiece+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244936321364195346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMnHC_ca09I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Lu97S5KmLCo/s1600-h/mama+bouquet.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(All above pictures are from Peter Park Photography)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMnFGVd0uHI/AAAAAAAAAG0/HvyboNRU6iU/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMnFGVd0uHI/AAAAAAAAAG0/HvyboNRU6iU/s400/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244939953681774706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my AMAZING floral team who worked tirelessly day and night in order to see this thing through.  These girls made the experience so enjoyable!  I was so lucky to have some crafty hands to help me out as well as persevering spirits that did all they could to keep the energy level up!  Sue, Jiun, Angela, Carol, Emily.. I'm forever grateful to you.  (Oh, gotta give a shout-out to Monica too, who helped me with pre-prep!  She designed the gorgeous invitations!)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMm-RRQLlzI/AAAAAAAAAFM/V6XITQS1B5A/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781342945173469945-8295405718748957728?l=aimeehan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeehan.blogspot.com/feeds/8295405718748957728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781342945173469945&amp;postID=8295405718748957728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781342945173469945/posts/default/8295405718748957728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781342945173469945/posts/default/8295405718748957728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeehan.blogspot.com/2008/09/1st-time-wedding-flowers.html' title='1st Time Wedding Flowers!'/><author><name>Aimee Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121990521302085721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMm8devAPGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Kvovs_xEeF0/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781342945173469945.post-6602220745678890550</id><published>2008-06-20T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:23:19.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tear-Jerker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMm05ubgMsI/AAAAAAAAADs/35HvXEm1c6E/s1600-h/IMG_1518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMm05ubgMsI/AAAAAAAAADs/35HvXEm1c6E/s320/IMG_1518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244922144858583746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Christmas, I choreographed a dance routine and put together a movie for my students' performance.  They performed to the song, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grown-up Christmas List&lt;/span&gt;, by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amy Grant&lt;/span&gt; in front of the entire school.  Fellow staff, parents, and even children were in tears when the performance was over.  The words of the song are moving, and on the movie, the students had written out their "grown-up" wishes to Santa for Christmas.  If you understand the background of my students, you would know why their wishes pierce the heart.  I will try to put a live clip of that up here when I get a chance.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMm1K-X306I/AAAAAAAAAD0/SpS4JdCiN0E/s1600-h/IMG_1520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMm1K-X306I/AAAAAAAAAD0/SpS4JdCiN0E/s320/IMG_1520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244922441196098466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures were taken on the last day of school.  As a surprise for the kids, I played the performance clip from Christmas time, which most of them had not seen yet.  My desk was behind them, so it was cute to secretly watch them from behind, and see some of them slowly get up one at a time as they watched, and start doing the motions all over again.  They were so proud of that day, as I was of them.  The second picture is when they realized I was watching and taking pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781342945173469945-6602220745678890550?l=aimeehan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeehan.blogspot.com/feeds/6602220745678890550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781342945173469945&amp;postID=6602220745678890550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781342945173469945/posts/default/6602220745678890550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781342945173469945/posts/default/6602220745678890550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeehan.blogspot.com/2008/09/tear-jerker.html' title='Tear-Jerker'/><author><name>Aimee Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121990521302085721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMm05ubgMsI/AAAAAAAAADs/35HvXEm1c6E/s72-c/IMG_1518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781342945173469945.post-2369340109695555431</id><published>2008-06-15T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:21:42.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with 4th Graders</title><content type='html'>As some of you know, my school did not have full time staff for any of the non-core subjects.  So, it was up to me to come up with some kind of curriculum for my students in art, music, PE, computers, etc.  I was at first overwhelmed at the idea, but gradually came to embrace it since I got a chance to teach students the things I enjoyed as well.  Who knew I'd have my own mini-volleyball teams one day?  ...or my own mini-choir/dramatics/dance team?  I definitely went to town with those!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMmmGc6ZAoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/nrGoRrMV1BQ/s1600-h/DSCF0840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMmmGc6ZAoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/nrGoRrMV1BQ/s320/DSCF0840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244905870820180610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple art projects we did.  The first, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scribblimagination&lt;/span&gt;, came from a game I played with my friend, Matt, at Tampa Urban Project in Florida.  The game was simple.  You draw any old scribble, hand it over to your friend, and they create something from that scribble.  This may sound dull to some, but I thought it was so entertaining!  I loved doing this with my students since kids have the craziest imaginations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of my favorite, by Felicia&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMmmiMKmehI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LiD62j4erxE/s1600-h/DSCF0855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMmmiMKmehI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LiD62j4erxE/s320/DSCF0855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244906347361106450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  It looks like a fish is jumping out of the water to devour a dog (The green is the original scribble).  Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another project I came up with started from a drawing assignment I had in my drawing class at Rochester Adams High School with Mr. Brooks.  He was one scary teacher, and most students didn't like him.  He always looked like he hated the world, hated his job, and thought everyone around him was a complete  moron.  Even still, he always believed in me and my abilities.  Thanks Mr. Brooks!  I will try to do something with what I have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in his class, we had to draw and then finish a picture completely out of dots.  I made a picture of Kramer from Seinfeld and gave it to my close friend as a gift.  That was the only project I ever finished for that class.  I'm&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMmrAsf-GEI/AAAAAAAAADE/hzfxv4FyLK0/s1600-h/DSCF0844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMmrAsf-GEI/AAAAAAAAADE/hzfxv4FyLK0/s320/DSCF0844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244911269483255874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; proud of the picture and will scan it in once I find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up assigning the same project to my 4th graders and they blew me away.  I went into the project hesitant since I had done this as a high school upperclassman, but I figured 4th graders could make dots.  Since Seurat had also made pictures out of dots, I made an extra lesson out of it, and we learned about the color-infused paintings of Seurat as inspiration for the start of the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some of the best work from the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMmrz7h_dNI/AAAAAAAAADU/tBzR5YSEU4A/s1600-h/DSCF0846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMmrz7h_dNI/AAAAAAAAADU/tBzR5YSEU4A/s400/DSCF0846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244912149691593938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMmtTHaOJJI/AAAAAAAAADk/xj0S4O2unFA/s1600-h/DSCF0848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 409px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMmtTHaOJJI/AAAAAAAAADk/xj0S4O2unFA/s400/DSCF0848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244913784967799954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMmsrKoOmEI/AAAAAAAAADc/uIdvwewlx90/s1600-h/DSCF0850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMmsrKoOmEI/AAAAAAAAADc/uIdvwewlx90/s400/DSCF0850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244913098637088834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781342945173469945-2369340109695555431?l=aimeehan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeehan.blogspot.com/feeds/2369340109695555431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781342945173469945&amp;postID=2369340109695555431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781342945173469945/posts/default/2369340109695555431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781342945173469945/posts/default/2369340109695555431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeehan.blogspot.com/2008/09/fun-with-4th-graders.html' title='Fun with 4th Graders'/><author><name>Aimee Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121990521302085721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMmmGc6ZAoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/nrGoRrMV1BQ/s72-c/DSCF0840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781342945173469945.post-4928823786811964941</id><published>2007-10-31T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:22:35.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Cow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMmhpN9gwnI/AAAAAAAAACs/97ADq747bqg/s1600-h/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMmhpN9gwnI/AAAAAAAAACs/97ADq747bqg/s400/halloween.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244900970544022130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am chillin with Pippi.  I was so proud of this Halloween costume (2007) I came up with and made last minute.  The tail was my favorite part.  I love how it stuck out.  Since I didn't have time to sew, I had a bazillion needles stuffed in it as a makeshift adhesive.  Hence, I could still ward off any evil students who had a burning desire to pull my beautiful tail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781342945173469945-4928823786811964941?l=aimeehan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeehan.blogspot.com/feeds/4928823786811964941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781342945173469945&amp;postID=4928823786811964941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781342945173469945/posts/default/4928823786811964941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781342945173469945/posts/default/4928823786811964941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeehan.blogspot.com/2008/09/holy-cow.html' title='Holy Cow!'/><author><name>Aimee Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121990521302085721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTsMEUIDfQo/SMmhpN9gwnI/AAAAAAAAACs/97ADq747bqg/s72-c/halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6781342945173469945.post-2305736053775517272</id><published>2007-09-01T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:23:55.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hello world!  I decided to start a blog to remember the creative pursuits and hobbies I've dabbled with.  I should have started this 25 years ago, but I guess websites weren't accessible then, and I guess I couldn't type then either.  Hopefully, I can keep this up and have some records of Aimee-creations!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6781342945173469945-2305736053775517272?l=aimeehan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimeehan.blogspot.com/feeds/2305736053775517272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6781342945173469945&amp;postID=2305736053775517272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781342945173469945/posts/default/2305736053775517272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6781342945173469945/posts/default/2305736053775517272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimeehan.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-first-post.html' title='My First Post'/><author><name>Aimee Han</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04121990521302085721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
