I love my teammates. They are like my sisters. We wanted to do our best and work hard. We followed our dream, had fun and stuck with it. It's a great feeling.

I just really love my fake sisters, Mandy and Piper. We've had a really wonderful time. We talk about our eBay purchases.

People just have to do the work. If you know you have to lose a few extra pounds, start working earlier than the week before your test. Monitor what you eat all the time, limit portions and follow the food pyramid.

No matter how many years passed or how much responsibility each assumed, they still managed to bicker like bitchy teenagers on a regular basis. In some way, though, each found it comforting; it reminded them how close they really were: Acquaintances were always on their best behavior, but sisters loved each other enough to say anything.

I love Old Town and it is just amazing to work and be on the cobblestone streets.

We hug, but there are no tears. For every awful thing that's been said and done, she is my sister. Parents die, daughters grow up and marry out, but sisters are for life. She is the only person left in the world who shares my memories of our childhood, our parents, our Shanghai, our struggles, our sorrows, and, yes, even our moments of happiness and triumph. My sister is the one person who truly knows me, as I know her. The last thing May says to me is 'When our hair is white, we'll still have our sister love.