<?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-1926292698877924663</id><updated>2012-01-15T17:10:03.116+09:00</updated><category term='Nagasaki'/><category term='Shimabara'/><title type='text'>The BBC would like to apologize for the following announcement</title><subtitle type='html'>I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-3725076308113087611</id><published>2011-09-04T23:18:00.010+09:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T21:19:08.049+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't read this if you don't want controversy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So this is what bugs me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I don't mean to make controversy (but I'm sure I will), and I'm not here to say whether it's right or wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But this is what bugs me, right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So I have recently came across with this article through a podcast, in regards to the new bill that passed in Tennessee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The bill deals with creationism and evolution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Woo... a very sensitive topic isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Take a look at this &lt;a href="http://ncse.com/news/2011/04/tennessee-antievolution-bill-passes-house-006609"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So from my understanding, public schools teach evolution in science classes. Am I right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;At least that's what I learnt in Japan (including in an American school) and in Australia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;However, the legislation suggests&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"&lt;i&gt;state and local educational authorities to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"assist teachers to find effective ways to present the science curriculum as it addresses scientific controversies" and permit teachers to "help students understand, analyze, critique, and review in an objective manner the scientific strengths and scientific weaknesses of existing scientific theories covered in the course being taught."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The article further states:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;The only examples provided of "controversial" theories are "biological evolution, the chemical origins of life, global warming, and human cloning."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Basically under the name of "academic freedom", teachers has the right to choose whether they want to teach evolution or creationism in their classroom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Is there anyone who finds that a little odd there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Look, I'm not here to argue which is the truth regarding how all living beings came to exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;All I'm saying is that I believe all people have the right to be educated in both beliefs until compulsory education is over. Beyond that, it's the individual's choice whether they want to believe in creationism or theory of evolution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Well at least that's what I thought a secular democratic country, such as United States, should be providing to their fellow citizens, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To provide choices not to limit their choices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm sure there are people who would like to have a say in this and I apologize if you were offended by it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But this is my opinion and it's not likely to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If you're interested in the podcast I've listened to, here is the link where you can listen on your computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sciencesortof.com/2011/04/episode-82-creating-controversy/"&gt;http://www.sciencesortof.com/2011/04/episode-82-creating-controversy/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Original blog post: &lt;a href="http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1926292698877924663-3725076308113087611?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/3725076308113087611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=3725076308113087611&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/3725076308113087611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/3725076308113087611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2011/09/dont-read-this-if-you-dont-want.html' title='Don&apos;t read this if you don&apos;t want controversy'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-3010736531043184636</id><published>2011-08-22T22:22:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T00:58:59.878+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Has it been that long? Crap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Holy crap I haven't been updating my English blog for two years. Two years! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Well firstly I gotta apologize to my friends and family for my previous post on facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;I sorta had a close encounter with a mental breakdown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;For the sake of my psychological health, I'm just gonna let it out, so bare with me here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Some of you know that my mum suffered from depression few years back and although she is doing very well at the moment, sometimes her emotion gets the better of her and that really affects me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Unfortunately mum doesn't have any other family member except for me. She does have very close friends but she ain't the type to speak out her feelings and her struggles to them. She keeps it to herself. I am the only person alive that she can really open up to talk about, well, pretty much anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;I am grateful for that, but sometimes it can get overbearing and frustrating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;"Sure she can turn to me, but how about me? Who do I turn to when I need someone the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;? What do I do when I feel I can't take it anymore?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;"Am I stuck with her for the rest of my life taking care of her? Huh, if that's the case, I should just forget about looking for a relationship."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;These are the thoughts that comes across my mind when it gets unbearable at times. I know, I feel terrible about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;It's tough when you yourself don't have a support close by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;As much as I love my dad, I can't and won't ask for his help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Ever since my parents split up when I was small, I live with my mum and dad married someone else (whom I love dearly. She's like my best friend) and has two kids, who are my little bro and sis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;He already has enough issues to be handled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;So yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Yes I know I am not the only one with issues. There are people with whole lot worse. I understand that in my head, but that just won't make me feel any better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;All I can do is to bite my lips and bare with it (for now anyway!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Besides, I am able to bare with it thanks to my friends all over the world and my family back in the United States.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Thanks to you guys I can release my stress with a smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;I am truly grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Thank you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;So to all of you, I apologize in advance if I start whining again like I did yesterday. It probably won't be the last lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;God, I can't wait to visit Perth in November to catch up with my friends!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1926292698877924663-3010736531043184636?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/3010736531043184636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=3010736531043184636&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/3010736531043184636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/3010736531043184636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2011/08/has-it-been-that-long-crap.html' title='Has it been that long? Crap!'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-5962081541825499792</id><published>2009-02-17T22:37:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:40:25.640+09:00</updated><title type='text'>People CAN Change</title><content type='html'>Watch this episode and tell me what you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;It's about a story of a white man who was in the KKK, reunites with a black man who he beat almost 50years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X68z05YC2R8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X68z05YC2R8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1926292698877924663-5962081541825499792?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/5962081541825499792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=5962081541825499792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/5962081541825499792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/5962081541825499792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2009/02/people-can-change.html' title='People CAN Change'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-5781053100399814673</id><published>2009-01-25T00:16:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T00:19:18.637+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Apology for our 2001-08 interruption in service‏</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Dear World:&lt;br /&gt;We, the United States of America , your top quality supplier of the ideals of liberty and democracy,&lt;br /&gt;would like to apologize for our 2001-2008 interruption in service.&lt;br /&gt;The technical fault that led to this eight-year service outage has been located,&lt;br /&gt;and the software responsible was replaced November 4.&lt;br /&gt;Early tests of the newly installed program indicate that we are now operating correctly,&lt;br /&gt;and we expect it to be fully functional on January 20.&lt;br /&gt;We apologize for any inconvenience caused by the outage.&lt;br /&gt;We look forward to resuming full service and hope to improve in years to come.&lt;br /&gt;We thank you for your patience and understanding,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1926292698877924663-5781053100399814673?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/5781053100399814673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=5781053100399814673&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/5781053100399814673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/5781053100399814673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2009/01/apology-for-our-2001-08-interruption-in.html' title='Apology for our 2001-08 interruption in service‏'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-7605406736117556797</id><published>2009-01-21T00:17:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:21:16.481+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A Historical Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I have a &lt;em&gt;dream&lt;/em&gt; today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I have a dream that one day,     &lt;em style="font-style: normal;"&gt;d&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal;"&gt;o&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wn in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of    "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I have a &lt;em&gt;dream&lt;/em&gt; today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and     the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This is our hope, and     this is the faith that I go back to the South with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And this will be the day     -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to     sing with new meaning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;blockquote&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I       sing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;From every mountainside, let freedom ring!      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/blockquote&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But not only that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;blockquote&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;From every mountainside, let freedom ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                   &lt;i&gt;Free at last! Free at last!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;                Thank &lt;/i&gt;&lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt; Almighty, we are free at last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Martin Luther King Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;full version of the speech at:&lt;a href="http://www.americanrhetoric.com/speeches/mlkihaveadream.htm"&gt;http://www.americanrhetoric.com/speeches/mlkihaveadream.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PbUtL_0vAJk&amp;amp;hl=ja&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PbUtL_0vAJk&amp;amp;hl=ja&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1926292698877924663-7605406736117556797?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/7605406736117556797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=7605406736117556797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/7605406736117556797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/7605406736117556797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2009/01/historical-day.html' title='A Historical Day'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-8480805617200230143</id><published>2009-01-18T00:57:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T01:42:01.096+09:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how I'm going to inform everyone if I get married</title><content type='html'>Happy belated New Year everybody! or does that even make any sense? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for leaving my blog and not posting anything. I have been updating my Japanese one now and then but I guess that doesn't mean anything if you can't read Japanese, huh...&lt;br /&gt;apologies everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... what's new...&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING! HA!&lt;br /&gt;well I have posting pictures on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; so some of you may know what have I been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;upto&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way I will be going to Malaysia at end of Feb for a week. why? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; one of my very important &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt; is getting married!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt; to her!!!&lt;br /&gt;Very happy for her :)&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to catch up with her. Haven't seen her since... well since I left Perth. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Goush&lt;/span&gt;, how long ago was that!? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, her getting married got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;If I ever did get married, how would I inform everyone?&lt;br /&gt;And yes my friends, I have found the answer to this question.&lt;br /&gt;I will inform &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;everybod&lt;/span&gt; like the THIS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I2VjlO7UUyI&amp;amp;hl=ja&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I2VjlO7UUyI&amp;amp;hl=ja&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and check this one out if you have time (well it's like only few minutes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JpplZus7hPg&amp;amp;hl=ja&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JpplZus7hPg&amp;amp;hl=ja&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/1926292698877924663-8480805617200230143?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/8480805617200230143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=8480805617200230143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/8480805617200230143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/8480805617200230143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-belated-new-year.html' title='This is how I&apos;m going to inform everyone if I get married'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-4466993959903667756</id><published>2008-10-12T01:52:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T01:54:18.268+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Fight to the Max</title><content type='html'>LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e-yldqNkGfo&amp;amp;hl=ja&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e-yldqNkGfo&amp;amp;hl=ja&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno whether I should say that the guy that made this is brilliant! lol&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;What a waste of food!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1926292698877924663-4466993959903667756?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/4466993959903667756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=4466993959903667756&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/4466993959903667756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/4466993959903667756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2008/10/food-fight-to-max.html' title='Food Fight to the Max'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-9056185977225107892</id><published>2008-10-05T03:11:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T03:46:12.910+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, being too optimistic seems to cloud your judgement</title><content type='html'>I have a girlfriend that just recently found out that she is pregnant (actually, last week). Her bf, whose the father, just turned 20. (my friend is my age, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fyi&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno... people say that friendship is unconditional. And you should support them and be by there side no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first thing she told me that she was pregnant I got pissed off. No no no, "pissed" is an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;I got infuriated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been warning her from before, that she should use protection because there's no way she can support a kid. To afford a kid, to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;But did she listen? Obviously not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same day that she told me, I went straight to her house after work and told her what I had to say.&lt;br /&gt;She told me that she's been told that her body is close to sterile, and if she ever wants to have a baby, she will need to have a medical treatment. Thus, she thought it was safe to not use protection.&lt;br /&gt;Well so much for a risk management!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm not going to mention everything that I said to her and the bf (few stuff went on like me crying a little), but in the end I told her that I'm too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; with you, that I can't see you for a while.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't contacted her since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong. I feel like crap telling my best friend off like the way I did. I still consider her as my best friend and if she is going to raise this kid, I will support her in whatever way I can. Since the child is not guilty of anything.&lt;br /&gt;But at the moment, I know if I see her I won't be able to say anything nice to her. So I'm keeping a distance until I'm ready to smile at her again.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway she's still love blinded so I don't think having one less friend is going to be much of anything, sad to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days later she told others about her being pregnant. So I guess she decided to raise the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I won't go into details, I wouldn't be this angry if her life wasn't as complicated as it already is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that if you want a child, you should prepare the environment first.&lt;br /&gt;Like, being financially ready, emotionally ready, and obviously talk about it with your partner if both of you are ready to have kids. For the sake of your child.&lt;br /&gt;Not the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't have a job, and her bf has a part-time job (no uni &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;digree&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to them both. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Coz&lt;/span&gt; it ain't easy road ahead of you two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't feed a kid by just being an optimist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1926292698877924663-9056185977225107892?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/9056185977225107892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=9056185977225107892&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/9056185977225107892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/9056185977225107892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2008/10/sometimes-being-too-optimistic-seems-to.html' title='Sometimes, being too optimistic seems to cloud your judgement'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-4639705201212963956</id><published>2008-09-21T18:39:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:42:52.627+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Samurai Champloo</title><content type='html'>One of my favourite anime these days.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome. Check it out if you can.&lt;br /&gt;Jin's voice is so darn sexy :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.veoh.com/veohplayer.swf?permalinkId=v1655977fawmFKhP&amp;amp;id=anonymous&amp;amp;player=videodetailsembedded&amp;amp;affiliateId=&amp;amp;videoAutoPlay=0" allowfullscreen="true" width="540" height="438" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.veoh.com/"&gt;Online Videos by Veoh.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1926292698877924663-4639705201212963956?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/4639705201212963956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=4639705201212963956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/4639705201212963956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/4639705201212963956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2008/09/samurai-champloo.html' title='Samurai Champloo'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-3878497697055227064</id><published>2008-09-10T19:23:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T19:48:48.130+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>No, not house. But office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellooo... sorry for disappearing from the internet lol. Have been quite busy with work and life (yes, da same ol' excuse everyone uses :p)&lt;br /&gt;Well... about a week ago, my manager told me that I will be moving to another office.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, our company has contract with all these other company, such as Morgan Stanley, Deutsche Bank, Goldman Sachs&lt;span class="std"&gt; and so on. At the moment my office is in Deutsche Bank and our clients are the Deutsche Bank people. Think of it this way, it's like having McDonald's in your school cafeteria.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the manager told me that our company will be running a new office (or site) in Morgan Stanley from this month, and they want someone who can speak English. So... it seems that I was the right person. well... we will see about that lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting there from next week, and I have been told what my new job is going to be like. (Since it's going to be totally different from the job I'm doing right now)&lt;br /&gt;This Friday I will be going to our company headquarter to meet the other staffs that will be working with me. Nervous nervous nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least Morgan Stanley is going to be closer to my home than Deutsche Bank, and waaaay closer to Shibuya! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck people. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that I'm moving, my co-workers here in Deutsche Bank seem to be planning my farewell party kinda thing. Well 'party' is too big a word. Probably just head to a Japanese pub (or maybe Irish pub nearby) and have some drink. I think I don't have to pay so it doesn't matter! ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1926292698877924663-3878497697055227064?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/3878497697055227064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=3878497697055227064&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/3878497697055227064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/3878497697055227064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2008/09/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-6640550563917654378</id><published>2008-08-24T01:35:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T01:41:59.923+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Always &amp; Forever</title><content type='html'>I luuuuurrrrveeee this song at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;It's used in one of my body pump lessons at the gym (the remix version anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7hXm-lduBB8&amp;amp;hl=ja&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7hXm-lduBB8&amp;amp;hl=ja&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the singer, David Goncalves is pretty cute :)&lt;br /&gt;Never knew men from Netherlands can be this hot lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1926292698877924663-6640550563917654378?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/6640550563917654378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=6640550563917654378&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/6640550563917654378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/6640550563917654378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2008/08/always-forever.html' title='Always &amp; Forever'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-2099661460230003682</id><published>2008-08-10T01:46:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T01:51:49.924+09:00</updated><title type='text'>That was fun :D</title><content type='html'>It's been almost 3 years since I was last in the dating scene. Well anyway I did go on a date yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I haven't lost my touch ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SJ3K-I-9vFI/AAAAAAAAAPs/hJlkZJRSO3Y/s1600-h/200808081950000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SJ3K-I-9vFI/AAAAAAAAAPs/hJlkZJRSO3Y/s200/200808081950000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232561510986660946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great beef patty. yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1926292698877924663-2099661460230003682?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/2099661460230003682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=2099661460230003682&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/2099661460230003682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/2099661460230003682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2008/08/that-was-fun-d.html' title='That was fun :D'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SJ3K-I-9vFI/AAAAAAAAAPs/hJlkZJRSO3Y/s72-c/200808081950000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-1986016314612033219</id><published>2008-08-07T23:21:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T02:13:06.448+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I swear I saw...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I am fully aware of the fact that this is going to sound crazy.&lt;br /&gt;But I swear I saw an UFO tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't know if it's a spaceship from outer space.&lt;br /&gt;But it was DEFINITELY Unidentified Flying Object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the story goes like this...&lt;br /&gt;I was walking down my apartment hallway, back from work, and I think it was about 8~8:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;I noticed the moon was out. So as I listened to my i-pod and walked on, I enjoyed the bright moon shining at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I noticed something moving across the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought it to be an airplane.&lt;br /&gt;But you know how any airplane (or helicopter for that matter) would have a blinking light?&lt;br /&gt;Well this one wasn't blinking, and believe me I was staring at it hard enough so there's no way I missed it.&lt;br /&gt;And it wasn't making any sound. (yes I stopped my i-pod and tried to listen to the engine sound)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought perhaps it's the satellite. But it looked too close. Definitely inside the atmosphere, not outer space. But too slow for it to be a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did look like a orange star (something that looked like a bright &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jupiter&lt;/span&gt; or something), but planet or star don't move that fast. If it did... whoa Nellie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it was none of those things.&lt;br /&gt;Then what the hell is this? What is this thing that's flying across the sky so smoothly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept staring at it, until the "thing" flew towards a cloud. You know the freaky thing was?&lt;br /&gt;The moment it went in the cloud, it faded away like a fire slowly fading away from a match stick. Then, it disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;I stayed there for about 5 minutes to see the thing coming out from the cloud but it never did.&lt;br /&gt;And NO, it wasn't a dense cloud. Hardly. It was one of those very very thin cloud that looks almost like a fog. So how could that flying object just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disappear&lt;/span&gt; like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very confused. I'm darn sure of what I saw and I'm not bluffing or over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;exaggerating&lt;/span&gt; the story. I swear to god I saw an "UFO".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, if I don't update my blog anytime soon, you know what have happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;Probably &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mutilated&lt;/span&gt; like those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cattle&lt;/span&gt; you see on UFO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;documentaries&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Whoa NELLIE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1926292698877924663-1986016314612033219?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/1986016314612033219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=1986016314612033219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/1986016314612033219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/1986016314612033219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-swear-i-saw.html' title='I swear I saw...'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-3698159026935480213</id><published>2008-08-06T23:11:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:18:30.577+09:00</updated><title type='text'>E-mail from my brother</title><content type='html'>Couple of days ago my brother sent me an e-mail to my mobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rough translation is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;While on the way to Grandma's place, I found this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;P**** is completely bare, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pubi&lt;/span&gt;* hair is covered all over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;It even has a p** hole, and sets of realistic looking boobs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out that this doll is going to be burnt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;From your beloved brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that message, this picture was attached:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SJmyM9bXA1I/AAAAAAAAAPk/Zm1Y9uUOHxg/s1600-h/20080805120110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SJmyM9bXA1I/AAAAAAAAAPk/Zm1Y9uUOHxg/s200/20080805120110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231408377885033298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where he gets these ideas.&lt;br /&gt;shame shame shame.&lt;br /&gt;Well I would never have thought of such thing. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1926292698877924663-3698159026935480213?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/3698159026935480213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=3698159026935480213&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/3698159026935480213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/3698159026935480213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2008/08/e-mail-from-my-brother.html' title='E-mail from my brother'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SJmyM9bXA1I/AAAAAAAAAPk/Zm1Y9uUOHxg/s72-c/20080805120110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-6617975230275518294</id><published>2008-07-30T00:55:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T00:58:25.229+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm... to be or not to be...</title><content type='html'>yay I have bit of muscle on my arms!&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not much. Should I work out at the gym more to bulk up a little bit more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SI89tjs3DrI/AAAAAAAAAPc/BNfxhPixJ0E/s1600-h/CIMG4441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SI89tjs3DrI/AAAAAAAAAPc/BNfxhPixJ0E/s200/CIMG4441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228465545287241394" 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/1926292698877924663-6617975230275518294?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/6617975230275518294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=6617975230275518294&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/6617975230275518294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/6617975230275518294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2008/07/mmmm-to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title='Mmmm... to be or not to be...'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SI89tjs3DrI/AAAAAAAAAPc/BNfxhPixJ0E/s72-c/CIMG4441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-2727974277275459387</id><published>2008-07-24T23:32:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T23:45:36.247+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Please please please say it isn't so!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm sorry it was all my fault, I appologize from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, don't humilate me! Please! You guys are mentally raping my brain!!!&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought Dragon Ball Z as Hollywood movie was bad enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a &lt;a href="http://www.animenewsnetwork.com/news/2008-07-22/live-action-cowboy-bebop-film-in-development-at-fox"&gt;rumour &lt;/a&gt;that now, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cowboy_bebop"&gt;Cowboy Bebop&lt;/a&gt; may become the next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;victim&lt;/span&gt; of Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SIiVOCtm_8I/AAAAAAAAAPM/VaKzyIQ9o9g/s1600-h/cowboybebopdvdboxsetot0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SIiVOCtm_8I/AAAAAAAAAPM/VaKzyIQ9o9g/s200/cowboybebopdvdboxsetot0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226591436042338242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SIiVe8fC3aI/AAAAAAAAAPU/mbs7st4q3Yc/s1600-h/COWBOY_BEBOP_DVDBOX07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SIiVe8fC3aI/AAAAAAAAAPU/mbs7st4q3Yc/s200/COWBOY_BEBOP_DVDBOX07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226591726428413346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, now THIS is humiliating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no no no no, let this just be a rumour. Leave it the way it is, I can't picture Spike with a different voice other than THAT voice (sexy voice indeed... *drools*). Or that looks for that matter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest I really don't think current Hollywood can produce the same or better atmosphere like the anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T6zDfxZ4NcE&amp;amp;hl=ja&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T6zDfxZ4NcE&amp;amp;hl=ja&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curse you Hollywood with your unoriginality!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1926292698877924663-2727974277275459387?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/2727974277275459387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=2727974277275459387&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/2727974277275459387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/2727974277275459387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2008/07/please-please-please-say-it-isnt-so.html' title='Please please please say it isn&apos;t so!'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SIiVOCtm_8I/AAAAAAAAAPM/VaKzyIQ9o9g/s72-c/cowboybebopdvdboxsetot0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-1410525061153453157</id><published>2008-07-20T23:24:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:54:22.414+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Curse you Hollywood</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know they're making the film, yes I know of the plot, and YES I KNOW WHOSE IN IT.&lt;br /&gt;Goku a school nerd....&lt;br /&gt;But to actually see the sneak peak of the film itself? I hate it before I've even seen the darn film.&lt;br /&gt;No I don't personally hate the acters, they're just doing there job. But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DARE YOU HOLLYWOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you seriously expecting me to accept the fact that this man is acting as Goku???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SINP_xLHkVI/AAAAAAAAAO0/yBXZ4j-UCV8/s1600-h/news23vip_uljp00004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SINP_xLHkVI/AAAAAAAAAO0/yBXZ4j-UCV8/s200/news23vip_uljp00004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225107949630230866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just him, Master Roshi sure looks younger with lot of hair doesn't he!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU&lt;br /&gt;ARE&lt;br /&gt;ACTUALLY&lt;br /&gt;TELLING&lt;br /&gt;ME&lt;br /&gt;THAT&lt;br /&gt;THIS&lt;br /&gt;IS&lt;br /&gt;SUPPOSE&lt;br /&gt;TO&lt;br /&gt;BE&lt;br /&gt;THE&lt;br /&gt;SAME&lt;br /&gt;CHARACTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SINQ5zfnTRI/AAAAAAAAAO8/vs7gyGOUyR0/s1600-h/justin-chatwin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SINQ5zfnTRI/AAAAAAAAAO8/vs7gyGOUyR0/s200/justin-chatwin2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225108946685480210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SINQ_ooWMYI/AAAAAAAAAPE/a41Tn8pQngo/s1600-h/en2261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SINQ_ooWMYI/AAAAAAAAAPE/a41Tn8pQngo/s200/en2261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225109046848532866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be the Dark Age for Dragon Ball Z...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1926292698877924663-1410525061153453157?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/1410525061153453157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=1410525061153453157&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/1410525061153453157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/1410525061153453157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2008/07/curse-you-hollywood.html' title='Curse you Hollywood'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SINP_xLHkVI/AAAAAAAAAO0/yBXZ4j-UCV8/s72-c/news23vip_uljp00004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-3439813501633284120</id><published>2008-07-17T23:50:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T23:56:16.413+09:00</updated><title type='text'>How cool is that?</title><content type='html'>I found out that my grandma in America has recently passed away. I did meet her 2 years ago and she was pretty sick already (of course that didn't discourage her for being full with sense of humour lol), and few month ago they found out she had a pretty bad lung cancer, so I guess she is free from her pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the episode made me smile. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Well, when my Aunt was with her, Grandma said, "I walked with Jesus".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were her last words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cool is that? I bet she really did walk with him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you Grandma!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1926292698877924663-3439813501633284120?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/3439813501633284120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=3439813501633284120&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/3439813501633284120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/3439813501633284120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-cool-is-that.html' title='How cool is that?'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-1269511154682251748</id><published>2008-07-14T23:11:00.021+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T01:09:33.557+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead meat on the simmering hot iron!... souds like some punk rock song doesn't it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;... so like I mentioned previously, I went to my friend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ai's&lt;/span&gt; BBQ party held on the roof top of her house. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sounds&lt;/span&gt; so funny when it's in English. but there you go. that's what is like to live in Tokyo. hell, at least &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ai's&lt;/span&gt; house has a roof top we could all walk about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS.... SO... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;FRIGGIN&lt;/span&gt;.... HOT....&lt;br /&gt;and unlike summer in Perth, it's so ridiculously humid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I got there the party &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;juuuust&lt;/span&gt; started so there weren't that many people. Still, everyone enjoyed the hot sun in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some chat and smoked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHtgQFne5QI/AAAAAAAAAMk/2YDeCEIPbdk/s1600-h/CIMG4388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHtgQFne5QI/AAAAAAAAAMk/2YDeCEIPbdk/s200/CIMG4388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222874022368175362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pretend they were from a rural village selling vegetables,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHtghrmH7wI/AAAAAAAAAMs/lNt3QMFX4Lg/s1600-h/CIMG4389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHtghrmH7wI/AAAAAAAAAMs/lNt3QMFX4Lg/s200/CIMG4389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222874324620799746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some sang and played the fan guitar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHtg-H0QLXI/AAAAAAAAAM0/O5GcnBIDhQs/s1600-h/CIMG4390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHtg-H0QLXI/AAAAAAAAAM0/O5GcnBIDhQs/s200/CIMG4390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222874813232590194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some tried to get the fire going, (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;owww&lt;/span&gt;... how nice of him ;D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHthLFCjKKI/AAAAAAAAAM8/PsAt6Jo8bpU/s1600-h/CIMG4392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHthLFCjKKI/AAAAAAAAAM8/PsAt6Jo8bpU/s200/CIMG4392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222875035825547426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some like me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ai&lt;/span&gt; enjoyed the cold water to chill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHtha7eXMWI/AAAAAAAAANE/BlffRGcnIAM/s1600-h/CIMG4393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHtha7eXMWI/AAAAAAAAANE/BlffRGcnIAM/s200/CIMG4393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222875308135756130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHthrOGnJEI/AAAAAAAAANM/hvS0Cw5w9JY/s1600-h/CIMG4395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHthrOGnJEI/AAAAAAAAANM/hvS0Cw5w9JY/s200/CIMG4395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222875588014318658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHth4OIaDNI/AAAAAAAAANU/rX8yBZdPeuU/s1600-h/CIMG4396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHth4OIaDNI/AAAAAAAAANU/rX8yBZdPeuU/s200/CIMG4396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222875811360148690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Nao&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ai's&lt;/span&gt; bf to disturb our slumber, so we decided to pinch his nipples.&lt;br /&gt;And yes he loved it so. His facial expression is proof enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHtiOtwzw4I/AAAAAAAAANc/2rnS-d47TB8/s1600-h/CIMG4397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHtiOtwzw4I/AAAAAAAAANc/2rnS-d47TB8/s200/CIMG4397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222876197808227202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between, the temporary summer storm passed by but it lasted for just about an hour or so, thus we resumed the BBQ afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;Gradually more people came and had BBQ til dawn. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;, lunch BBQ and dinner BBQ and alcohol! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHtjCdzmxtI/AAAAAAAAANk/0QEQE73So2M/s1600-h/CIMG4399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHtjCdzmxtI/AAAAAAAAANk/0QEQE73So2M/s200/CIMG4399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222877086878189266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHtjIZfLxEI/AAAAAAAAANs/elPHqIj7FMY/s1600-h/CIMG4400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHtjIZfLxEI/AAAAAAAAANs/elPHqIj7FMY/s200/CIMG4400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222877188798006338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHtjRKO9VAI/AAAAAAAAAN0/uPLJSgUAVxY/s1600-h/CIMG4401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHtjRKO9VAI/AAAAAAAAAN0/uPLJSgUAVxY/s200/CIMG4401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222877339322242050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwards late at night we cleaned up the mess and went inside one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ai's&lt;/span&gt; room (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; we can't stay out for the whole night partying. Neighbours would complain. *sigh*) and continued on with the drinking ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHtkyVQ7o4I/AAAAAAAAAN8/AlRSobR1clI/s1600-h/CIMG4402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHtkyVQ7o4I/AAAAAAAAAN8/AlRSobR1clI/s200/CIMG4402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222879008730620802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHtk7th98CI/AAAAAAAAAOE/9QJaVsZtgiE/s1600-h/CIMG4403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHtk7th98CI/AAAAAAAAAOE/9QJaVsZtgiE/s200/CIMG4403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222879169863348258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;, this pic really looks like there's lesbian action going on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHtlNu1fMjI/AAAAAAAAAOM/DYdGWaaSuV0/s1600-h/CIMG4404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHtlNu1fMjI/AAAAAAAAAOM/DYdGWaaSuV0/s200/CIMG4404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222879479451300402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, can you tell it's that late night atmosphere, where everyone still wants to stay awake but the energy isn't much there? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHtl0dbH7rI/AAAAAAAAAOU/O1FVUKMhJfg/s1600-h/CIMG4407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHtl0dbH7rI/AAAAAAAAAOU/O1FVUKMhJfg/s200/CIMG4407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222880144792219314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or just go plan nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHtma9XFylI/AAAAAAAAAOc/VrWBgRR2o2M/s1600-h/CIMG4408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHtma9XFylI/AAAAAAAAAOc/VrWBgRR2o2M/s200/CIMG4408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222880806200265298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us ended up staying the whole night at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Ai's&lt;/span&gt; place. Next thing in the morning one of our friend came over and decided to try on one of the girl's swim suit.&lt;br /&gt;how random is that? He's such an idiot, seriously &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHtnLS77-gI/AAAAAAAAAOk/QmzQ-pPXk7o/s1600-h/CIMG4413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHtnLS77-gI/AAAAAAAAAOk/QmzQ-pPXk7o/s200/CIMG4413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222881636625676802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHtnRZHh0tI/AAAAAAAAAOs/1Bfism_Yt8U/s1600-h/CIMG4414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHtnRZHh0tI/AAAAAAAAAOs/1Bfism_Yt8U/s200/CIMG4414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222881741364122322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time made my mind freshen up a little bit! Should do this again next year :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1926292698877924663-1269511154682251748?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/1269511154682251748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=1269511154682251748&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/1269511154682251748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/1269511154682251748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2008/07/dead-meat-on-simmering-hot-iron-souds.html' title='Dead meat on the simmering hot iron!... souds like some punk rock song doesn&apos;t it?'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHtgQFne5QI/AAAAAAAAAMk/2YDeCEIPbdk/s72-c/CIMG4388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-4836893405491462495</id><published>2008-07-10T23:23:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T23:37:27.024+09:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Baaaack ;)</title><content type='html'>Everyone, thanks for the warm and kind messages. I am getting better now. I'm my "usual" self as long as I'm with other people. Not when I'm alone though. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Still I'm having hard time getting back home. I don't want to go home. Yeah, I even try to work overtime just so I don't have to go home sooner.&lt;br /&gt;Every single thing in the house reminds me of her. Darn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway enough with the depressing talk. I will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... my dog came back home yesterday. Changed a little in shape and size though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHYdX1LNwVI/AAAAAAAAAMU/y9YqZy82A3E/s1600-h/CIMG4386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHYdX1LNwVI/AAAAAAAAAMU/y9YqZy82A3E/s200/CIMG4386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221393113230983506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cremated&lt;/span&gt;. But I don't believe that she's actually inside this urn or anything like that. But we will keep it as sort of like a "beacon" for her to find the way back home easily. You know, whenever she feels like visiting us, so-to-speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gf's&lt;/span&gt; organising BBQ party on Saturday so I think I'm going to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;Must DRINK! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1926292698877924663-4836893405491462495?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/4836893405491462495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=4836893405491462495&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/4836893405491462495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/4836893405491462495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2008/07/shes-baaaack.html' title='She&apos;s Baaaack ;)'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHYdX1LNwVI/AAAAAAAAAMU/y9YqZy82A3E/s72-c/CIMG4386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-5033817025689915786</id><published>2008-07-08T00:39:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T01:10:03.013+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty space inside my chest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHI8atNyL8I/AAAAAAAAAL8/P3fWD1KrUaA/s1600-h/3000610_561078644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHI8atNyL8I/AAAAAAAAAL8/P3fWD1KrUaA/s200/3000610_561078644.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220301347587502018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all my friends that came over on Sunday to say their last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;farewell&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Maruko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Thank you for the beautiful flowers. Thank you for making me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for those of you that sent me messages through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for emotional support. It means so much. I'm glad to have you all as a friend, seriously :)&lt;br /&gt;(and yes I mean it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning me and mum carried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Maruko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; back to the vet to ask for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cremation&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;God, I never knew dead body can be so darn heavy.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really have a big problem carrying my 14kg dog before, but now she's dead, whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left her body at the vet. I wanted to stay with her as much as I can but I had to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first time I thought "I don't want to go home"&lt;br /&gt;There's so so many things that reminds me of her. I feel like she will be laying down on the floor waiting for me to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I spent a while with my dog. Touching her cold body was such heart aching thing. But her fur was so soft, just like when she was alive.&lt;br /&gt;I touched her furry tail. I couldn't believe that tonight will be the last time I will ever pat her and rub her fur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I cut a little bit of fur off her tail for me to keep. Do you think it's crazy? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;But I think those who has/had pets would understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so empty today. I don't feel much of anything anymore. Perhaps I'm over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;exaggerating&lt;/span&gt; but I've sorta lost part of my life that I cherish the most. It must be the grieving stage. I'm sure I will eventually move on but right now...&lt;br /&gt;I miss her so much I don't know what to do. It's sorta driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even type properly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of my darn tears (probably looking at my dog's pictures were a very bad idea).&lt;br /&gt;Back in my head, there's part of me thinking "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Maruko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; went on a trip and I'm going to see her soon" or "She's not dead, she's sleeping on my bed just like she used to".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every time I check, she's not there. Why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Gosh&lt;/span&gt;, I hope I'm not going mad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I could ever have a dog again.&lt;br /&gt;No dog can replace her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHI8jpAGkEI/AAAAAAAAAMM/47wyz2Pqvxw/s1600-h/1046453_3966577541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHI8jpAGkEI/AAAAAAAAAMM/47wyz2Pqvxw/s200/1046453_3966577541.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220301501075198018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHI8eJyui7I/AAAAAAAAAME/g_qWwsn-3GU/s1600-h/1046453_2964707194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHI8eJyui7I/AAAAAAAAAME/g_qWwsn-3GU/s200/1046453_2964707194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220301406798252978" 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/1926292698877924663-5033817025689915786?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/5033817025689915786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=5033817025689915786&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/5033817025689915786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/5033817025689915786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2008/07/empty-space.html' title='Empty space inside my chest'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SHI8atNyL8I/AAAAAAAAAL8/P3fWD1KrUaA/s72-c/3000610_561078644.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-3768648040459053941</id><published>2008-07-06T10:37:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T11:42:46.106+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I will miss you</title><content type='html'>My dog has passed away early this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my previous blog entry I mentioned she was greatly ill. I took her to the doctor yesterday morning but things weren't any better.&lt;br /&gt;She still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vomited&lt;/span&gt; blood, and her feces contained blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she had her medicine, I took her back home. On the way, she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vomited&lt;/span&gt; and her feces came out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;uncontrollably&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Finally I let her rest in her bed, cleaned her mess, and try to be beside her as much as we can.&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't want to do that too much, because I knew she could sense us worrying about her, and she may try to hold on to herself more than she should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted her to be in peace. I didn't want her to go through such pain as she already is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late last night about 2am, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Maruko's&lt;/span&gt; breathing changed. She looked like she can't breathe properly. Very weak breathing pattern. Her eyes didn't move at all. She looked like she was ready to go. Yet, her heart (although very weak) thumped, and she kept breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and mum stayed with her for a while, touching her and patting her telling her it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to wake up early tomorrow morning to take her to the vet (6am), so I went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 5:30am by the alarm. I went to check my dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was already stiff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has left us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a great dog. A family, I know since I was 8-years-old. She was there for our ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been great.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure she is running around as much as she wants now she's free from her body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you so much.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1926292698877924663-3768648040459053941?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/3768648040459053941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=3768648040459053941&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/3768648040459053941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/3768648040459053941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-will-miss-you.html' title='I will miss you'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-583421426436011629</id><published>2008-07-05T01:15:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T02:01:00.566+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My dog's sick</title><content type='html'>well where should I start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was trying to leave the house today to go to work, my dog, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Maruko&lt;/span&gt; started puking. I wasn't that surprised because she was already 17-years-old and she did throw up occasionally when she either ate too quickly or drank too much water at one go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I had to leave so I asked my mum to take care of her.&lt;br /&gt;During lunch break I checked my phone and got a message from my mum telling me that our dog's condition worsened and had to take her to our vet.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently she had a fever as well (about 39C-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, I went to pick up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Maruko&lt;/span&gt; from the vet, and the vet told me that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Maruko&lt;/span&gt; is having a kidney failure. Not good.&lt;br /&gt;Seems that she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;vomiting&lt;/span&gt; the whole day at the vet's practice. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wimping&lt;/span&gt; and growling because of the pain. Poor girl...&lt;br /&gt;She had to get a dripping injection. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't walk anymore so I had to carry my 14kg dog back home. Whoa, what a work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I got in front of our door, she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;vomited&lt;/span&gt; again and collapsed.&lt;br /&gt;I made a place for her to lay down and wiped her vomit.&lt;br /&gt;As I pat my dog and trying to soothe her, what the vet told me earlier dawned upon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me to bring her back again tomorrow and will give her some more dripping injection and see if her fever will go down a little.&lt;br /&gt;If not... well he said that we should be ready for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that one day something like this will happen, but so soon.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she has been doing pretty darn good for her age, but that still doesn't get rid of the pain  in your chest from the fear of losing your family does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was typing this blog entry, she threw up again. She's in pain and all I can do is to sit near her and watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is what it's like to having a pet. They most likely will die before you do, and it's not easy at all.&lt;br /&gt;Even my brother's prairie dog's dying. He's already 8-years-old (pretty good for a prairie dog) and is getting thinner by the day, or so I've heard. Won't eat anymore. Pretty much the vet's dripping injection is the thing that's keeping him alive. I don't know how my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bro's&lt;/span&gt; going to react if something happens to the prairie dog. He loves that little thing so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm the type that believes that although her bodily form is destroyed, the 'being' once was called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Maruko&lt;/span&gt; will never vanish, and we will meet again in some form or another. Hell, who knows she may be reincarnate to my baby, yeah? Sounds crazy? well that's just my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, what I'm worried is about my mother. She has been doing fine ever since her medicine started kicking in and since she started her new job. But I'm afraid she may break down if anything happens to our dog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, we both work at day so if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Maruko&lt;/span&gt; is bedridden, what the hell are we suppose to do? Both of us can't afford to quit our jobs. But I really want putting-her-down option as the last straw. That's the last thing I want to do to her. Of course, if she was suffering terribly and is in constant pain... then that's a different story. But I don't know how I can bare the idea though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts from thinking too much. Can't eat much.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1926292698877924663-583421426436011629?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/583421426436011629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=583421426436011629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/583421426436011629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/583421426436011629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-dogs-sick.html' title='My dog&apos;s sick'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-4782870634948906270</id><published>2008-07-02T01:26:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T01:41:33.000+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Since some people can't seem to understand...</title><content type='html'>In my previous blog entry I mentioned poo attached to a stick.&lt;br /&gt;Seems that some people are in doubt that this can be done (*cough* David *cough).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway to make yourself a poo-attached-stick, one must find a coiled up poo.&lt;br /&gt;Then you put the stick into the poo and there you go!&lt;br /&gt;What do you use it for? Well to poke people with it of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw it on anime, therefore it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SGpclRUe32I/AAAAAAAAALU/My5J6TEmDcw/s1600-h/middle_1190979898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SGpclRUe32I/AAAAAAAAALU/My5J6TEmDcw/s200/middle_1190979898.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218084913636368226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SGpcrIY3BNI/AAAAAAAAALc/yhwtnV8GyfM/s1600-h/620ae4dd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SGpcrIY3BNI/AAAAAAAAALc/yhwtnV8GyfM/s200/620ae4dd.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218085014318023890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SGpdFj10lOI/AAAAAAAAALk/q_raKAjMBPc/s1600-h/arale-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SGpdFj10lOI/AAAAAAAAALk/q_raKAjMBPc/s200/arale-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218085468363855074" 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/1926292698877924663-4782870634948906270?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/4782870634948906270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=4782870634948906270&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/4782870634948906270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/4782870634948906270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2008/07/since-some-people-cant-seem-to.html' title='Since some people can&apos;t seem to understand...'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SGpclRUe32I/AAAAAAAAALU/My5J6TEmDcw/s72-c/middle_1190979898.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-3799416222584795812</id><published>2008-06-30T00:18:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T00:52:42.587+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people can be so... grrrrr....</title><content type='html'>Took &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/TOEIC"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TOEIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this morning. Was easier than I thought so hope I can get a high score, so if I did go look for a job in the near future, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TOEIC's&lt;/span&gt; gonna make my resume look better &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the exam, I head straight to the gym to attend the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Powerfit&lt;/span&gt; lesson (similar to Body Pump). I definitely didn't want to miss today's lesson, because the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Powerfit&lt;/span&gt; instructor was quitting her job as an instructor. I heard she was getting married, and that's why she's going to quit. Thus today was her last lesson.&lt;br /&gt;She is a quiet girl with a nice smile, but once the lesson starts, she gets really pumped up and energetic. Whoa, her lessons are tough. But thanks to her, I'm starting to get six pack :p I've been taking her lessons for more than a year now, so it's kinda sad to see her go :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, by the time I got to the gym, the lesson was already full. Sunday lessons usually doesn't get that full easily but since it was her last day, people who doesn't come on Sundays that often seemed show up. I was really disappointed but I thought at least I will go and talk to the instructor. As I was talking to the instructor we found out that there seemed to be a cancellation and there was one place available for me! yes! yes yes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;yesssss&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for 60min I worked out as much as I can. yeah... I think I worked out too much...&lt;br /&gt;I was sweating like a fountain.&lt;br /&gt;Next day muscle pain all over my body, confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of the lesson, few people brought flowers for her, and she ended up crying, which made me wanna cry too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I wish all the best for her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and another thing. After I had a shower at the gym, my friend there told me something really unpleasant. There is this another male instructor which I will name him K. (yeah, he's the guy that used to teach me yoga and I had the hots for him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. yes, past tense :p)&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that I haven't seen him around much, and I always see him working at the swimming pool section. And yes, today I found out why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that someone complained to the gym about K because of his attitude. To be specific, this person was apparently annoyed by the fact that he was chit-chatting with few particular customers quite often.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe what I was hearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, K is a very friendly and nice person, but he is like that to everyone, and I mean EVERYONE. He greets every customer and is very easy to make friends with customers as well. Plus, if the customer comes and talks to you, as an instructor you can't ignore can you?&lt;br /&gt;It's not like he doesn't do his job. He's very serious about his job and he loves it.&lt;br /&gt;So what kind of idiot can complain about this?&lt;br /&gt;It's not just about K. I heard that couple of the lesson schedule had to be rearranged because some customers complained that the lesson was boring or didn't like the instructor, or some crap like that.&lt;br /&gt;I mean come on, if you don't enjoy it, just don't bother attending the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt; lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have to be an asshole to complain and make a fuss about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt;... some people can be so self-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;centred&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever did find out who is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;responsible&lt;/span&gt;, I should poke this person with a poo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;attached&lt;/span&gt; to a stick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1926292698877924663-3799416222584795812?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/3799416222584795812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=3799416222584795812&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/3799416222584795812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/3799416222584795812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2008/06/some-people-can-be-so-grrrrr.html' title='Some people can be so... grrrrr....'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-8999366083344402108</id><published>2008-06-28T23:38:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T00:03:25.430+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Um... I think I will make you all jealous</title><content type='html'>Today, I will introduce you all to THE BEST ramen noodles I have had so far.&lt;br /&gt;It's where I used to work, where my friend's mother runs the place. She is a brilliant chef.&lt;br /&gt;She uses all organic and absolutely healthy and safe ingredients (she's really strick about that).&lt;br /&gt;She mainly makes two types of ramen here. one is the usual ramen noodles in hot soup, and the other one is cold noodles separated from hot soup, where you dip the noodle into the soup.&lt;br /&gt;I personally prefer the cold noodles.&lt;br /&gt;And this is my all time favourite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SGZQCrSrJAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/DtJszAtWWfY/s1600-h/947fb1f2314f75f441a5040640c3a177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SGZQCrSrJAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/DtJszAtWWfY/s200/947fb1f2314f75f441a5040640c3a177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216945225266308098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's soup contains chili oil, almond paste, chili powder, and their well known ramen soup (mainly using seafood).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the noodles... chewy (in a good way) and absolutely yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SGZQlImRKNI/AAAAAAAAALE/4leCIzyO5Qg/s1600-h/wadatimen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SGZQlImRKNI/AAAAAAAAALE/4leCIzyO5Qg/s200/wadatimen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216945817248671954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;combine these two together?&lt;br /&gt;HEAVEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The normal ramen is also very popular. mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SGZRPXLk6HI/AAAAAAAAALM/Dcu5wxzf3kU/s1600-h/92cf3df1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SGZRPXLk6HI/AAAAAAAAALM/Dcu5wxzf3kU/s200/92cf3df1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216946542717757554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you did come visit me in Tokyo, I could bring you here.&lt;br /&gt;Ask Karen, she LOVED it ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1926292698877924663-8999366083344402108?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/8999366083344402108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=8999366083344402108&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/8999366083344402108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/8999366083344402108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2008/06/um-i-think-i-will-make-you-all-jealous.html' title='Um... I think I will make you all jealous'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/SGZQCrSrJAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/DtJszAtWWfY/s72-c/947fb1f2314f75f441a5040640c3a177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-8578869505394780563</id><published>2008-06-28T00:08:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T01:45:40.223+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahahahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From:&lt;/span&gt; Bill Gates &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sent:&lt;/span&gt; Wednesday, January 15, 2003 10:05 AM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To:&lt;/span&gt; Jim Allchin &lt;br /&gt;Cc: Chris Jones (WINDOWS); Bharat Shah (NT); Joe Peterson; Will Poole; Brian Valentine; Anoop Gupta (RESEARCH) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Subject:&lt;/span&gt; Windows Usability Systematic degradation flame&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am quite disappointed at how Windows Usability has been going backwards and the program management groups don’t drive usability issues.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me give you my experience from yesterday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I decided to download (Moviemaker) and buy the Digital Plus pack … so I went to Microsoft.com. They have a download place so I went there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;he first 5 times I used the site it timed out while trying to bring up the download page. Then after an 8 second delay I got it to come up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;This site is so slow it is unusable.&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It wasn’t in the top 5 so I expanded the other 45.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These 45 names are totally confusing. These names make stuff like: C:\Documents and Settings\billg\My Documents\My Pictures seem clear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They are not filtered by the system … and so many of the things are strange.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I tried scoping to Media stuff. Still no moviemaker. I typed in movie. Nothing. I typed in movie maker. Nothing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I gave up and sent mail to Amir saying - where is this Moviemaker download? Does it exist?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So they told me that using the download page to download something was not something they anticipated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They told me to go to the main page search button and type movie maker (not moviemaker!).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I tried that. The site was pathetically slow but after 6 seconds of waiting up it came.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought for sure now I would see a button to just go do the download.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In fact it is more like a puzzle that you get to solve. It told me to go to Windows Update and do a bunch of incantations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This struck me as completely odd. Why should I have to go somewhere else and do a scan to download moviemaker?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I went to Windows update. Windows Update decides I need to download a bunch of controls. (Not) just once but multiple times where I get to see weird dialog boxes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Doesn’t Windows update know some key to talk to Windows?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then I did the scan. This took quite some time and I was told it was critical for me to download 17megs of stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is after I was told we were doing delta patches to things but instead just to get 6 things that are labeled in the SCARIEST possible way I had to download 17meg.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I did the download. That part was fast. Then it wanted to do an install. This took 6 minutes and the machine was so slow I couldn’t use it for anything else during this time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What the heck is going on during those 6 minutes? That is crazy. This is after the download was finished.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then it told me to reboot my machine. Why should I do that? I reboot every night — why should I reboot at that time?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I did the reboot because it INSISTED on it. Of course that meant completely getting rid of all my Outlook state.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I got back up and running and went to Windows Updale again. I forgot why I was in Windows Update at all since all I wanted was to get Moviemaker.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I went back to Microsoft.com and looked at the instructions. I have to click on a folder called WindowsXP. Why should I do that? Windows Update knows I am on Windows XP.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What does it mean to have to click on that folder? So I get a bunch of confusing stuff but sure enough one of them is Moviemaker.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I do the download. The download is fast but the Install takes many minutes. Amazing how slow this thing is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At some point I get told I need to go get Windows Media Series 9 to download.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I decide I will go do that. This time I get dialogs saying things like "Open" or "Save". No guidance in the instructions which to do. I have no clue which to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The download is fast and the install takes 7 minutes for this thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So now I think I am going to have Moviemaker. I go to my add/remove programs place to make sure it is there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is not there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What is there? The following garbage is there. Microsoft Autoupdate Exclusive test package, Microsoft Autoupdate Reboot test package, Microsoft Autoupdate testpackage1. Microsoft AUtoupdate testpackage2, Microsoft Autoupdate Test package3.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Someone decided to trash the one part of Windows that was usable? The file system is no longer usable. The registry is not usable. This program listing was one sane place but now it is all crapped up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But that is just the start of the crap. Later I have listed things like Windows XP Hotfix see Q329048 for more information. What is Q329048? Why are these series of patches listed here? Some of the patches just things like Q810655 instead of saying see Q329048 for more information.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What an absolute mess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Moviemaker is just not there at all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I give up on Moviemaker and decide to download the Digital Plus Package.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I get told I need to go enter a bunch of information about myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I enter it all in and because it decides I have mistyped something I have to try again. Of course it has cleared out most of what I typed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I try (typing) the right stuff in 5 times and it just keeps clearing things out for me to type them in again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So after more than an hour of craziness and making my programs list garbage and being scared and seeing that Microsoft.com is a terrible website I haven’t run Moviemaker and I haven’t got the plus package.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The lack of attention to usability represented by these experiences blows my mind. I thought we had reached a low with Windows Network places or the messages I get when I try to use 802.11. (don’t you just love that root certificate message?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I really get to use the stuff I am sure I will have more feedback.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crunchgear.com/2008/06/25/gates-sends-angry-e-mail-sounds-just-like-a-customer/"&gt;http://www.crunchgear.com/2008/06/25/gates-sends-angry-e-mail-sounds-just-like-a-customer/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1926292698877924663-8578869505394780563?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/8578869505394780563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=8578869505394780563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/8578869505394780563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/8578869505394780563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2008/06/hahahahaha.html' title='Hahahahaha'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-6142468767247857501</id><published>2008-06-22T23:44:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:38:50.635+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, yes I'm alive thank you</title><content type='html'>yoo hoo... anyone out there? hehehe&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the long 'no-I'm-in-no-mood-of-trying-to-update-my-blog' period. It's been tough. Yup, no doubt about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway cut the long story short, I didn't work out with my previous job (yes my boss was a total... well that's another story), but now I've began a new job which I enjoy much more (and relatively good pay) and my mum is starting to work as well so gradually we're back on track... I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... what have I missed out these days? Any sweet gossips from my good ol' Perth town? I know that Julian is in Brisbane but how about everyone else? oh! Honey is visiting Tokyo in August, so that would be exciting :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I don't have much exciting stuff to talk about, lets talk about &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;kiviak&lt;/span&gt; (or giviak) shall we? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who DOES know of a thing called kiviak? I'm guessing almost none. Well I didn't know about it until last year or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hint 1: It's a traditional food of the Inuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hint 2: It's got to do with seals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, I will introduce you the recipe of this delicacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients are simple. All you need is a seal and some couple of sea birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Cut open the seal and take out everything (yes, take out all the internal organs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Shove in the sea birds inside the seal, and no you don't pluck the feather or do anything with the bird. Leave the bird just the way it is, and put them inside the seal. That's all you need to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Sew the seal up and make sure you put some seal oil on the the sewed area to prevent flies to lay eggs (aka. maggots. ewww).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: Bury the seal under the ground. Leave it there to ferment from few month to couple of years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cooking part is complete!&lt;br /&gt;Now to the "how to eat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dig out the seal, and cut the seal open. Oh, and the great thing about kiviak is that you don't need no plate, fork, knife or spoon to eat this thing.&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is get rid of the tail feathers, and put your mouth to the bird's anus and suck. Due to the fermentation, the bird's internal organs, meat and everything has sort of liquified, so you can suck all in like a... jello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The closest taste would be blue cheese or yogurt. Apparently it tastes really good but stinks like hell. probably as bad as Surstromming (Swedish &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; delicacy consisting of fermented Baltic herring. you know the one which is in a can but it's swelled up coz of the fermented gas inside?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyone interested? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this anime to watch the eating scene (no it's not a horror anime lol). Watch especially the 8:10 part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.veoh.com/veohplayer.swf?permalinkId=v12277694zfe3SQej&amp;amp;id=anonymous&amp;amp;player=videodetailsembedded&amp;amp;affiliateId=&amp;amp;videoAutoPlay=0" allowfullscreen="true" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="438" width="540"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.veoh.com/"&gt;Online Videos by Veoh.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1926292698877924663-6142468767247857501?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/6142468767247857501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=6142468767247857501&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/6142468767247857501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/6142468767247857501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2008/06/ok-yes-im-alive-thank-you.html' title='Ok, yes I&apos;m alive thank you'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-6471014244985258498</id><published>2008-03-31T21:29:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T22:20:42.232+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Alive... for now :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm going to be brutally honest. I was having a very difficult time these couple of weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since last year, my mum became bi-polar (manic depression). About last June, she became very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hyper&lt;/span&gt; active and acting all weird. At that time, I didn't know what was going on. In August, she became depressed and cried every night. I didn't know what to do. I thought time will heal her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Around November, she begin to recover and I thought everything turned out fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, about couple of weeks ago, she became &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hyper&lt;/span&gt; active again. She was restless, buys expensive things without thinking or checking the price. Won't listen to others. Do and say things that doesn't make any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't work anymore. I couldn't work either because I had to keep my eyes on her. God knows what she might have done if I didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So I took her to the doctor last week and he told us that she is having manic depression, and gave us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;medicine&lt;/span&gt; that will control her emotions and bring her back the way she was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But, it's going to take time (for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;medicine&lt;/span&gt; to kick in, it would take about 2 weeks). That means no income till she gets better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm hiding all her bank cards and credit cards right now. I hate doing this but I can't trust her with it just yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's tough. I feel like I'm going through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;depression&lt;/span&gt;. I can't laugh at the things that used to make me laugh. it's hard to smile these days. all I can think of is negative thoughts. Sometimes I couldn't stand how she was acting so I yelled and screamed while I cried. I seriously thought about committing suicide just to escape from this pain and suffering. But that's not going to solve anything. I have to live with it. I feel like breaking down but I gotta pull myself together. I'm the only one she got, and same goes for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;These couple of days she is getting better and better. Not perfectly well but getting there. Then my friend told me that a friend of hers runs a company and is looking for someone to work for him ASAP. I gave it a shot. I contacted him and had a job interview today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got the job :)&lt;br /&gt;Starting from tomorrow. It's a company that deals with online advertisement (at the moment they're working for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nissin&lt;/span&gt;, the company that sells products such as Cup Noodle), and I will be helping out with that (no, I don't know exactly what yet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I know, this doesn't mean everything is solved, but it's a start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wish me luck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1926292698877924663-6471014244985258498?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/6471014244985258498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=6471014244985258498&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/6471014244985258498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/6471014244985258498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-alive-for-now.html' title='I&apos;m Alive... for now :)'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-6791660357705605216</id><published>2008-03-14T02:39:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T02:43:39.512+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Dolphin saves whales stuck on New Zealand beach</title><content type='html'>I dunno, this story made my eyes wet :)&lt;br /&gt;http://uk.reuters.com/article/environmentNews/idUKWEL1524120080313&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; WELLINGTON (Reuters) - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The case of two stranded whales  saved by a dolphin off the coast of New Zealand could be the  first such case in the world, a conservation worker said on  Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" id="midArticle_byline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" id="midArticle_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Moko the dolphin, a regular visitor to the coast of Mahia  on the east Coast of New Zealand's North Island, became an  instant hero after leading two pygmy whales that had repeatedly  stranded into deep water on Monday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" id="midArticle_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; "As far as I know it's the only documented instance of this  happening," said local Department of Conservation officer  Malcolm Smith, adding he had checked with whale stranding  specialists who were also unaware of any similar dolphin  rescues.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" id="midArticle_2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Moko, who had been visiting the beach at Mahia on and off  over the summer, arrived at the beach in the nick of time,  Smith said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" id="midArticle_3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; The disoriented mother and calf had resisted attempts to  herd them out to sea, and kept restranding on the beach, to the  point where Smith said the pair would likely have to be killed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" id="midArticle_4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Then Moko appeared, and came right up to the whales before  leading them out to sea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" id="midArticle_5"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; "Quite clearly the attitude of the whales changed when the  dolphin arrived on the scene. They responded virtually straight  away," Smith said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" id="midArticle_6"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; "The dolphin managed in a couple of minutes what we had  failed to do in an hour and a half."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" id="midArticle_7"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;        Smith said the whales had not been sighted again in the  area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1926292698877924663-6791660357705605216?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/6791660357705605216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=6791660357705605216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/6791660357705605216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/6791660357705605216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2008/03/dolphin-saves-whales-stuck-on-new.html' title='Dolphin saves whales stuck on New Zealand beach'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-508891021622239412</id><published>2008-02-25T13:50:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T13:53:44.180+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Silversmith</title><content type='html'>I've completed my 7th work of silversmith.&lt;br /&gt;Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/R8JJRRiHfFI/AAAAAAAAAKk/QbutxhTeAh0/s1600-h/CIMG4176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/R8JJRRiHfFI/AAAAAAAAAKk/QbutxhTeAh0/s200/CIMG4176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170775883287854162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/R8JJYBiHfGI/AAAAAAAAAKs/LGmGkjwurmY/s1600-h/CIMG4179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/R8JJYBiHfGI/AAAAAAAAAKs/LGmGkjwurmY/s200/CIMG4179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170775999251971170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/R8JJdRiHfHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/S0U5fPBl0sQ/s1600-h/CIMG4183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/R8JJdRiHfHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/S0U5fPBl0sQ/s200/CIMG4183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170776089446284402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made a Japanese hair ornament. It's suppose to be water lily. can you tell? lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1926292698877924663-508891021622239412?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/508891021622239412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=508891021622239412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/508891021622239412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/508891021622239412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2008/02/silversmith.html' title='Silversmith'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/R8JJRRiHfFI/AAAAAAAAAKk/QbutxhTeAh0/s72-c/CIMG4176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-4163508249541459085</id><published>2008-01-23T16:57:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T17:02:34.727+09:00</updated><title type='text'>May He Rest In Peace</title><content type='html'>I still can't believe Heath Ledger has passed away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP 1979-2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/R5b0fmpy5bI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7RiegZHoMCg/s1600-h/heath-ledger2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/R5b0fmpy5bI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7RiegZHoMCg/s200/heath-ledger2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158579246988453298" 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/1926292698877924663-4163508249541459085?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/4163508249541459085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=4163508249541459085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/4163508249541459085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/4163508249541459085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2008/01/may-he-rest-in-peace.html' title='May He Rest In Peace'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/R5b0fmpy5bI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7RiegZHoMCg/s72-c/heath-ledger2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-7488474029326962713</id><published>2008-01-01T01:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T02:13:04.809+09:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 2008!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/R3khDdtznCI/AAAAAAAAAJs/q3RXxYRjyRQ/s1600-h/osho_img01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/R3khDdtznCI/AAAAAAAAAJs/q3RXxYRjyRQ/s200/osho_img01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150183992274951202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/R3kisNtznEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/IlfqhJKEdLA/s1600-h/002_263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/R3kisNtznEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/IlfqhJKEdLA/s200/002_263.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150185791866248258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WISH YOU ALL THAT THIS YEAR WILL BE BETTER THAN THE LAST ;)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/R3kiwdtznFI/AAAAAAAAAKE/gZZM5z0E6Pw/s1600-h/15_photo04.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/1926292698877924663-7488474029326962713?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/7488474029326962713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=7488474029326962713&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/7488474029326962713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/7488474029326962713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-2008.html' title='It&apos;s 2008!'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/R3khDdtznCI/AAAAAAAAAJs/q3RXxYRjyRQ/s72-c/osho_img01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-7366851915723015150</id><published>2007-12-31T00:43:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T00:51:50.104+09:00</updated><title type='text'>English Lesson</title><content type='html'>English lesson from a Japanese prostitute.&lt;br /&gt;C'mon! C'mon Toshi!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bySvfJ-SZBE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bySvfJ-SZBE&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/1926292698877924663-7366851915723015150?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/7366851915723015150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=7366851915723015150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/7366851915723015150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/7366851915723015150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2007/12/english-lesson.html' title='English Lesson'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-5868179913422169710</id><published>2007-12-07T04:03:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T04:03:53.741+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Connie in the Britains Semi Final singing 'Ben'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/sWyile34-Hg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/sWyile34-Hg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She's extreeeeemely cute isn't she? =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1926292698877924663-5868179913422169710?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/5868179913422169710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=5868179913422169710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/5868179913422169710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/5868179913422169710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2007/12/connie-in-britains-semi-final-singing.html' title='Connie in the Britains Semi Final singing &amp;#39;Ben&amp;#39;'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-4123164014314328282</id><published>2007-12-07T04:03:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T04:03:03.157+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Britain Got Talent - Connie Singing Over the Rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/CC-lKhr1k0g' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/CC-lKhr1k0g'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So what do you think of her?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1926292698877924663-4123164014314328282?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/4123164014314328282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=4123164014314328282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/4123164014314328282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/4123164014314328282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2007/12/britain-got-talent-connie-singing-over.html' title='Britain Got Talent - Connie Singing Over the Rainbow'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-2437725938898013338</id><published>2007-11-18T00:40:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T00:40:51.790+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Minutes to Midnight</title><content type='html'>6 more days to Linkin Park Live in Tokyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hoah!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1926292698877924663-2437725938898013338?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/2437725938898013338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=2437725938898013338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/2437725938898013338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/2437725938898013338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2007/11/minutes-to-midnight.html' title='Minutes to Midnight'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-1313339121076167675</id><published>2007-11-08T12:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T12:55:21.506+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiencing Something Shocking.......Priceless</title><content type='html'>Few days ago I worked out in the gym, and was taking common bath at the gym. they have artificial hot spring, so was soaking myself up, and relaxing... aaaaa.... such as life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After couple of minutes, elderly lady (of course naked) came in to the common bath room, and started to unpack her toiletry in the shelf provided inside the bathroom. the shelf is in front of the hot spring, so naturally her back was turned towards the hot spring, aka me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By chance, I happened to look her way. Thus my gaze was right on the spot of her naked bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed something white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paused, and turned to look at it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something white stuck between her bottom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment I thought it was perhaps tanpon string.&lt;br /&gt;No no no, think again Nams, she is in her 60s, she's already in her menopause for sure. But then... no, it could not possibly be... but then again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conclusion I reached shocked me and gave me doubt. I saw the lady's bottom just once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's... it's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOILET PAPER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I realised what it was, she disappeared to the shower area. there were two elderly ladys in the hot spring with me. one of the lady said to the other, "there was something stuck wasn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not the only one who discovered the truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after couple of minutes, the lady with the toiletpaper returned and decided to go in the hot spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it's unpardonable to go inside a common bath without properly washing yourself throughly. if this was your house, fine. but this is a common bath. to make thing worse, it's the fitness gym. you exercise and sweat.&lt;br /&gt;EVEN WORSE WHEN YOU HAVE TOILT PAPER STUCK BETWEEN YOUR CRACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the moment she soaked in, I got out without a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking towards the bathroom door, by chance I looked at the bathroom tile.&lt;br /&gt;The remnant of toilet paper... wet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orz&lt;br /&gt;("orz" looks like a person on its knees with it's head bowed. common in japan to express lassitude or feeling depressed lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1926292698877924663-1313339121076167675?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/1313339121076167675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=1313339121076167675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/1313339121076167675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/1313339121076167675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2007/11/experiencing-something.html' title='Experiencing Something Shocking.......Priceless'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-7963994774969454625</id><published>2007-11-02T16:09:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T22:54:06.858+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nagasaki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shimabara'/><title type='text'>NAGASAKI, Day 2</title><content type='html'>okay, back to my trip blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, Happy Belated Halloweed by the way! Tokyo got hite by typhoon directly. *sob*&lt;br /&gt;but we still held da party. i very much appriciate those who came (although were soaking wet lol). if we held it next year, i think we ALL can dress up in costume! (plus more ppl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2 (Oct 10th, Wednesday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the remaining pictures are &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=11419&amp;amp;id=611670904"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; (sorry, facebook people only)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, mum and I woke up early in the morning to head to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shimabara%2C_Nagasaki"&gt;Shimabara&lt;/a&gt;. it's about 2hrs train ride from the city. needless to say i fell a sleep during da ride.&lt;br /&gt;so we finally got there, and head to Shimabara Castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RyrUBAUZ8_I/AAAAAAAAAHE/9UfrD0zRBUM/s1600-h/CIMG3811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RyrUBAUZ8_I/AAAAAAAAAHE/9UfrD0zRBUM/s200/CIMG3811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128144239445275634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the castle is surrounded by a lake, which was covered in lotus leaves. it must be beautiful during the season when the lotus flowers bloom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RyrUsgUZ9AI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7SlMs-imJcM/s1600-h/CIMG3814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RyrUsgUZ9AI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7SlMs-imJcM/s200/CIMG3814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128144986769585154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the main castle tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the view from the top of the castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RyrVIgUZ9BI/AAAAAAAAAHU/j0mxCscqwQ0/s1600-h/CIMG3815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RyrVIgUZ9BI/AAAAAAAAAHU/j0mxCscqwQ0/s200/CIMG3815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128145467805922322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the famous &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Unzen"&gt;Mount Unzen&lt;/a&gt;, which erupted in 1991 and killed 44 people. it's still an active volcano you know. scary stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shimabara bares a sad history. a history of war between the Japanese government and Christians (mainly peasants), known as the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shimabara_Rebellion"&gt;Shimabara Rebellion&lt;/a&gt; in 1637. thousands of people were killed.&lt;br /&gt;and the leader of this rebellion was a 16-year-old boy named Shiro Amakusa. and he was supposedly an extremely handsome.&lt;br /&gt;found his bronze statue within the castle's garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RyrXfAUZ9CI/AAAAAAAAAHc/MSBdPC8Gvko/s1600-h/CIMG3818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RyrXfAUZ9CI/AAAAAAAAAHc/MSBdPC8Gvko/s200/CIMG3818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128148053376234530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RyrX0wUZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHk/OZ7A75zph88/s1600-h/CIMG3820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RyrX0wUZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHk/OZ7A75zph88/s200/CIMG3820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128148427038389298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;handsome? hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next we headed to an area within the town where lower ranked samurais' premises (total of three) are.&lt;br /&gt;the walkway to the premise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lets see inside the house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c1d8ed4d8b2bd67f" 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" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc1d8ed4d8b2bd67f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329855547%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4AFF09339E07266DC29A0A98B2A93CE07FA2CEAE.77DE85E1598A5E7B5215F9A4B6037232DFEBBE57%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc1d8ed4d8b2bd67f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlClnam1vMbEIW47zsdsbz9sg2Kk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(local lady was cleaning the room, which at first scared the living daylights out of me lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a while, it was time to leave Shimabara and head to Unzen Onsen. so we headed to the bus stop. we had about 20 minutes, so i bought some local sweets known as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kanzarashi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Ryr33AUZ9GI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AJlNxwmp5sk/s1600-h/CIMG3831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Ryr33AUZ9GI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AJlNxwmp5sk/s200/CIMG3831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128183650065183842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's made out of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shiratama&lt;/span&gt; dumplings (made out of rice flour. sticky and chewy), filled with syrup made out of local springwater, honey and sugar.&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't as sweet as I thought, and it was goooooood....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bus came and we rode for about 40 minutes through the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;Unzen area is famous for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;onsen&lt;/span&gt; (hot springs). what I really wanted to see in Unzen was the Unzen Jigoku (literally means Unzen Hell). woot!&lt;br /&gt;it's an area where, due to active volcano, enormous amount of sulphur gas is emitted, which to early locals, looked like hell itself. Thus the name, Unzen Jigoku (Unzen Hell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Ryr5tQUZ9HI/AAAAAAAAAIE/KJvEN6dPyMc/s1600-h/CIMG3833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Ryr5tQUZ9HI/AAAAAAAAAIE/KJvEN6dPyMc/s200/CIMG3833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128185681584714866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment we stepped in, it was STINKY STINKY STINKY!!!&lt;br /&gt;I've never smelt such strong sulphur smell in my life!! stinks stinks stinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-770919e7e89cf391" 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://v13.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D770919e7e89cf391%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329855547%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6496E4DBE6C64ADC8E5C67883AA3F365BF2E7331.1BBB92808CF4B6FCBCA90556F759548430AF7DE5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D770919e7e89cf391%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dxr1e_uE6mLoyx2uZis0PX2vg7IY&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://v13.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D770919e7e89cf391%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329855547%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6496E4DBE6C64ADC8E5C67883AA3F365BF2E7331.1BBB92808CF4B6FCBCA90556F759548430AF7DE5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D770919e7e89cf391%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dxr1e_uE6mLoyx2uZis0PX2vg7IY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this signboard&lt;br /&gt;it says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Keep Out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;It's Dangerous Within Hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RysNSwUZ9II/AAAAAAAAAIM/DCOf3di62LI/s1600-h/CIMG3835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RysNSwUZ9II/AAAAAAAAAIM/DCOf3di62LI/s200/CIMG3835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128207216550737026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how could I let you all understand how rotten the smell was, so decided to express it with my own face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RysRXgUZ9LI/AAAAAAAAAIk/fbzcGxyq04E/s1600-h/CIMG3844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RysRXgUZ9LI/AAAAAAAAAIk/fbzcGxyq04E/s200/CIMG3844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128211696201626802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you feel it? no? didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they sold &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Onsen Tamago&lt;/span&gt; (Hotspring Egg), which is usually eggs boiled in hotsprings, but in this case, eggs were steamed with extremely hot sulphur gas. we decided to give it a try (salt included in da bag)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RysOdwUZ9JI/AAAAAAAAAIU/vYnXTonKQKQ/s1600-h/CIMG3837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RysOdwUZ9JI/AAAAAAAAAIU/vYnXTonKQKQ/s200/CIMG3837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128208505040925842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RysOwgUZ9KI/AAAAAAAAAIc/wdpzeQg6HKg/s1600-h/CIMG3840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RysOwgUZ9KI/AAAAAAAAAIc/wdpzeQg6HKg/s200/CIMG3840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128208827163473058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like your average boiled egg. tasted good coz we were hungry lol.&lt;br /&gt;there were stray cats which were aiming to get eggs from the tourists. yes, I love cats but no, I did not give any eggs of mine. they get enough eggs from other tourists. what? me? mean? couldn't be.&lt;br /&gt;but I thought for a moment. these cats live a pretty good life. they won't be needing to look for food since tourists will give some of their eggs to them (they are pretty fatten up for a stray cat!), and the smell of the sulphur is so strong, that fleas won't come any closer (the cats didn't seem to mind the stench of that place though). Plus, despite the smell, the ground itself is relatively warm (due to the volcanic activity) so they won't freeze during winter. I couldn't bare the smell. I started to have migraine (seriously). humph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly we headed to the most active part of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jigoku&lt;/span&gt; area, known as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daikyokan jigoku&lt;/span&gt; (Screaming Hell).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RysSjgUZ9MI/AAAAAAAAAIs/IKzS8BHEing/s1600-h/CIMG3847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RysSjgUZ9MI/AAAAAAAAAIs/IKzS8BHEing/s200/CIMG3847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128213001871684802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently the sound of the steam coming out sounds like dead people in hell screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fa81026d98b7b310" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfa81026d98b7b310%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329855547%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D63AEFAAAFF0D773BEF483DC05E07803C370EC99D.22D04C0C41676BAC8A9CF6E468BE47F055A0BEA2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfa81026d98b7b310%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYbnNaJfItzgwSyyPc8-jwaP7E-w&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked for a pretty long time, and after we left Unzen Jigoku, we found a hotspring for feet (that literally means for feet only), and yes it's free and is open to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RysZXQUZ9NI/AAAAAAAAAI0/56etNHC0AsA/s1600-h/CIMG3855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RysZXQUZ9NI/AAAAAAAAAI0/56etNHC0AsA/s200/CIMG3855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128220487999681746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RysZ5QUZ9OI/AAAAAAAAAI8/fu5rvtzYVfU/s1600-h/CIMG3854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RysZ5QUZ9OI/AAAAAAAAAI8/fu5rvtzYVfU/s200/CIMG3854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128221072115234018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had enough time to go to hotspring and take a bath, but we had not time for that. because there was like only one more bus that goes back to Nagasaki city lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to a local Shinto shrine, where there was a friendly stray cat. *yum*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" 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type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D18514e90caaca50d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329855547%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D120146161B3B3EF91B3F2B8476E99B1456CD6341.18AEBD92BB6E2DE47266A53ED5F564E23BCE8BB1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D18514e90caaca50d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTSRkjfUywl9ZRbMq-YnQo_r2TVU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many cat episodes? I'm sorry, I can't help it :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also found a hotspring for your hands. so cute lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RysgGQUZ9QI/AAAAAAAAAJM/8k55mLnHMK8/s1600-h/CIMG3865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RysgGQUZ9QI/AAAAAAAAAJM/8k55mLnHMK8/s200/CIMG3865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128227892523300098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whilst we waited for the bus, I bought a local soda (the history of this soda is pretty old. I think they start producing this in early 20th century).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RysfrAUZ9PI/AAAAAAAAAJE/iKMC8irbmBU/s1600-h/CIMG3868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RysfrAUZ9PI/AAAAAAAAAJE/iKMC8irbmBU/s200/CIMG3868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128227424371864818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bus back to the city was loooooooooong..... it took about 2hrs. 2hrs bus ride! by the time we got back it was already dark (9ish?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to city, I bought another local famous soda at a convenience store near our hotel, called "Banzai Soda".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RyshAQUZ9RI/AAAAAAAAAJU/FsL7LhaiFTw/s1600-h/CIMG3869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RyshAQUZ9RI/AAAAAAAAAJU/FsL7LhaiFTw/s200/CIMG3869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128228888955712786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the first soda in Japan to ever be of mass production. It goes back to 1904. I prefer this soda more than the onsen soda at Unzen. Banzaaaaaai!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1926292698877924663-7963994774969454625?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=18514e90caaca50d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fa81026d98b7b310&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/7963994774969454625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=7963994774969454625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/7963994774969454625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/7963994774969454625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2007/11/nagasaki-day-2.html' title='NAGASAKI, Day 2'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RyrUBAUZ8_I/AAAAAAAAAHE/9UfrD0zRBUM/s72-c/CIMG3811.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-8796571727134094977</id><published>2007-10-17T21:37:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T23:49:43.730+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nagasaki'/><title type='text'>NAGASAKI, Day 1</title><content type='html'>Complete pictures at &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=10241&amp;amp;id=611670904"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=10241&amp;amp;id=611670904&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone update their blog anymore? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; (except for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; girls i mean)&lt;br /&gt;Me and mum travelled to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nagasaki"&gt;Nagasaki&lt;/a&gt; last week. It was just for few days but i really enjoyed the place. If u get the chance, I highly recommend it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... this is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1 (Oct 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, Tuesday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagasaki is about 2hours flight from Tokyo, and me n mum almost missed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; plane n we got on 5min before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; plane took off. phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not going into details but rest assured that it wasn't my fault!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we arrive at Nagasaki. unfortunately it was pouring down rain, because of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; typhoon approaching. That ain't mean we ain't going sightseeing!! No time to waste my time (what?) just because it's pouring down rain til you can't hear what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; other person is speaking although they are right next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! we first head off to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dejima"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Dejima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! This area is an artificial island made during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Edo&lt;/span&gt; period (1603 to 1867), and it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; sole trading post that Japan had with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; outside world during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Edo&lt;/span&gt; period when Japan self-imposed isolation. It was mainly a Dutch trading post, so this island (quite small in size, 120 by 75 metres) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;portrays&lt;/span&gt; mixtures of Japanese and Western cultures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; view of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Dejima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RxYJ6IZ4smI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8aplD08MqeM/s1600-h/CIMG3783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RxYJ6IZ4smI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8aplD08MqeM/s200/CIMG3783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122292520473637474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RxYLOIZ4snI/AAAAAAAAAF4/xcajTMqwgpg/s1600-h/CIMG3784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RxYLOIZ4snI/AAAAAAAAAF4/xcajTMqwgpg/s200/CIMG3784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122293963582648946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a reconstruction of what a Dutch trade captain's house would have looked like in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Dejima&lt;/span&gt;. I love how it's Westernised but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; floor is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tatami&lt;/span&gt; (traditional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Jap&lt;/span&gt; floor made out of straw). love to have a room like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; dining room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RxYL9IZ4soI/AAAAAAAAAGA/txFrfAcQ7Do/s1600-h/CIMG3790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RxYL9IZ4soI/AAAAAAAAAGA/txFrfAcQ7Do/s200/CIMG3790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122294771036500610" 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/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RxdbJIZ4suI/AAAAAAAAAGs/HzP3eIwOE9w/s1600-h/CIMG3800.JPG"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-53372e3006416f14" 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://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D53372e3006416f14%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329855547%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D655153A27340D082DBD0C13F04D42A8524FC8E6A.7F533856BF061487E1901C7A230B4207D3406ABA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D53372e3006416f14%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dz9FkTLVte5duquIoWkrsce23OCs&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://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D53372e3006416f14%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329855547%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D655153A27340D082DBD0C13F04D42A8524FC8E6A.7F533856BF061487E1901C7A230B4207D3406ABA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D53372e3006416f14%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dz9FkTLVte5duquIoWkrsce23OCs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; noise you hear on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; movie clip is from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; rain. Thus you can imagine how heavy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; rain was. And yes as you would imagine our shoes and pants were soaking wet. Thank god we brought umbrellas with us from Tokyo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; circle route bus and head to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nagasaki_Museum_of_History_and_Culture"&gt;Nagasaki Museum of History and Culture&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah, probably some of you think "yawn", but I love it so you think it's too boring, you can turn around and leave this blog :p ha!&lt;br /&gt;While we were there, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; lady that works there informed us that a group of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt; drum players were to perform within the&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; premise. This is because on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; day we arrive in Nagasaki, it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; last day of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; major festival called &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kunchi"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Kunchi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RxYc94Z4spI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_dZxt_ocL4s/s1600-h/CIMG3795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RxYc94Z4spI/AAAAAAAAAGI/_dZxt_ocL4s/s200/CIMG3795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122313475619074706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group of these drum players were paying a visit to major places within &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; city (I presume).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-317d80fe9e295510" 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://v15.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D317d80fe9e295510%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329855547%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D49DEB81A04A4E73F9E86B72BF73C4D7D5DB1B745.658724FB8C8B558298B71EEEC94B505C025AF781%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D317d80fe9e295510%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DY6r9_oydb8n1wCWfiJ0AlCTbtPk&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://v15.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D317d80fe9e295510%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329855547%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D49DEB81A04A4E73F9E86B72BF73C4D7D5DB1B745.658724FB8C8B558298B71EEEC94B505C025AF781%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D317d80fe9e295510%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DY6r9_oydb8n1wCWfiJ0AlCTbtPk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool huh? I love it&lt;br /&gt;I love it even more knowing that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; main drum player in front was a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After it was over, we continued our tour within the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RxYerYZ4srI/AAAAAAAAAGU/RWz1iXSD4tU/s1600-h/CIMG3796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RxYerYZ4srI/AAAAAAAAAGU/RWz1iXSD4tU/s200/CIMG3796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122315356814750386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This metal plate is called&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fumie"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;fumie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. This was used during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; self-imposed isolation of Japan (during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Edo&lt;/span&gt; Period), to find out whether you were Christian (mainly Catholics) or not, since Christianity was banned and persecuted from 1629. People had to step on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; picture (usually a portrayal of Virgin Mary or Jesus). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;By the way&lt;/span&gt; Christians were called &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Catholicism_in_Japan"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Kirishitan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in Japanese back in those days.&lt;br /&gt;Well... even if I was a Christian back in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Edo&lt;/span&gt; Period Japan, I'm pretty sure I will step on it to save my life, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I really don't think Jesus or Virgin Mary is going to be angry with me for doing that! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Christians were persecuted, many eventually hide their true belief, but secretly continued to practise their religion (they were known as "hidden Christians").&lt;br /&gt;Take this picture for an example. This looks like Buddhist &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Kannon&lt;/span&gt; (Goddess of Mercy), but this is actually Virgin Mary in disguise&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Kinda neat huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RxYgeoZ4ssI/AAAAAAAAAGc/H4-IMDR_1Bc/s1600-h/CIMG3798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RxYgeoZ4ssI/AAAAAAAAAGc/H4-IMDR_1Bc/s200/CIMG3798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122317336794673858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The museum contained a reconstruction of Nagasaki &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bugyo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Bugyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s premise (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Bugyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a commissioner).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RxdbJIZ4suI/AAAAAAAAAGs/HzP3eIwOE9w/s1600-h/CIMG3800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RxdbJIZ4suI/AAAAAAAAAGs/HzP3eIwOE9w/s200/CIMG3800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122663313590235874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, would love to live in a place like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we left the museum we head to downtown for our dinner. Had quite a few Nagasaki specialities such as mini-&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gyoza"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;gyoza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (type of Chinese dumpling in Japanese style). It's so small you can eat it in one bite. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;yummm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RxdbfYZ4svI/AAAAAAAAAG0/fCB0PceVxJo/s1600-h/CIMG3804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RxdbfYZ4svI/AAAAAAAAAG0/fCB0PceVxJo/s200/CIMG3804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122663695842325234" 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/1926292698877924663-8796571727134094977?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=317d80fe9e295510&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=53372e3006416f14&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/8796571727134094977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=8796571727134094977&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/8796571727134094977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/8796571727134094977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2007/10/nagasaki-day-1.html' title='NAGASAKI, Day 1'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RxYJ6IZ4smI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8aplD08MqeM/s72-c/CIMG3783.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-6523595069882997714</id><published>2007-10-08T16:37:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T17:38:23.210+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Heading Off To Nagasaki</title><content type='html'>I'm heading off to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nagasaki"&gt;Nagasaki&lt;/a&gt; tomorrow. It's just a short trip, coming back to Tokyo on da 11th. I don't know if most of you know Nagasaki in Japan, but it should be a cool place (I never been there either).&lt;br /&gt;historically it was a international port back from the 16th century, n even after japan secluded itself from the outside world, Nagasaki was da only place that had access to the outside world during da Edo period. so Nagasaki's culture is well influenced by Western culture, especially Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;So there's lots of historical Christian churches n western influenced buildings. Also it was da place where da 2nd atomic bomb was dropped after Hiroshima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no way I can visit everywhere but should be fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until then, adieu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1926292698877924663-6523595069882997714?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/6523595069882997714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=6523595069882997714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/6523595069882997714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/6523595069882997714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2007/10/heading-off-to-nagasaki.html' title='Heading Off To Nagasaki'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-479691918859496783</id><published>2007-09-21T19:41:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T20:53:12.148+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot Me, I met SEAMO</title><content type='html'>yesterday was one of da best day of the year...&lt;br /&gt;went to Tokyo Museum of Contemporary Art to see Studio Gibli paintings from all the well known Studio Gibli animations. it's amazing how someone can paint like that. it looks like a bloody photograph. n all da details they painted just for a few second screen shots. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwards, me n Ai went to Zepp Tokyo (probably this live house can contain about 2,000 ppl) in Odaiba, to go see a live called B-JAM. many artists were to perform, including Ai's friend Tony, whose a member of W-SCORE (can see their video clip &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LyF_YC6OSds"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Tony does da rap). i have to thank Tony for getting us a seat as guests (aka VIP!), so we watched from da 2nd floor.&lt;br /&gt;da artists were as follows:&lt;br /&gt;1. deco &amp;amp; G&lt;br /&gt;2. W-SCORE&lt;br /&gt;3. suzumoku&lt;br /&gt;4. SunSet Swish (they sang song from Bleach)&lt;br /&gt;5. Nice Hashimoto&lt;br /&gt;6. FUNKY MONKEY BABYS&lt;br /&gt;7. SEAMO (my main reason that i came...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta say &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FQaAQc9b6kw"&gt;FUNKY MONKEY BABYS&lt;/a&gt; were hilarious. they are 3 members, one DJ n two MCs. n i've never seen such crazy DJ in my life. n i love their songs! so energetic!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER... da special guest for da night was of course, SEAMO!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;wooot wooot!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i luuuuuurrrrve SEAMO!!! n finally i've had da chance to see him in real life.&lt;br /&gt;imagine my excitement. *gasps*&lt;br /&gt;i had da chance to listen to his new single &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bBzSRvx_U4I"&gt;"Kiseki"&lt;/a&gt;. ya he looks all serious in da video clip but he can go nuts. most of his performance at a concert is performed totally naked except for hiding his private area with just a mask lol&lt;br /&gt;(unfortunately B-JAM was on live on cable tv so he didn't strip off, which was extremely unfortunate)&lt;br /&gt;i was soooo happy when he finished off with &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vR6POCv5MiE"&gt;"Lupin the Fire"&lt;/a&gt;. (i wish he had sang &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1lzBgQ62L7Y"&gt;"A Love Story"&lt;/a&gt; too :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after da performance we got to stay behind for da after party for da crews only.&lt;br /&gt;all da artists were there including SEAMO!!!!! *screaming in da inside*&lt;br /&gt;thank u Tony... u may not know it but i owe u big time.&lt;br /&gt;i was about 5 meters from him. but not like i asked him to take pics with me...&lt;br /&gt;didn't want to disturb him. im happy i had da privilege of sharing da same time n space.&lt;br /&gt;i know, im such a nice fan... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1926292698877924663-479691918859496783?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/479691918859496783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=479691918859496783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/479691918859496783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/479691918859496783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2007/09/shoot-me.html' title='Shoot Me, I met SEAMO'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-8468267809482347997</id><published>2007-09-10T23:26:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T00:10:48.862+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Any guy would feel inadequate after seeing this</title><content type='html'>*&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;check out da whale vagina!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Rvp2FTRl0mI/AAAAAAAAAFY/KdKnrdLS-bg/s1600-h/441534218_32f4a30908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Rvp2FTRl0mI/AAAAAAAAAFY/KdKnrdLS-bg/s200/441534218_32f4a30908.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114530160278098530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RuVN7aKVMJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Gf1yh-uPi8U/s1600-h/441534218_32f4a30908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RuVN7aKVMJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Gf1yh-uPi8U/s200/441534218_32f4a30908.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108575035351969938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(blue whale vagina, to be exact)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pic from this &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/asobitsuchiya/441534218/in/set-72157600039648461/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1926292698877924663-8468267809482347997?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Rvp2FTRl0mI/AAAAAAAAAFY/KdKnrdLS-bg/s72-c/441534218_32f4a30908.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-8199773594299683711</id><published>2007-09-07T17:45:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T19:04:30.049+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Sexy Time</title><content type='html'>last tuesday, caught up with my girls. it was da last day in Japan for Miki, as she was going to England and live with her husband-to-be. well she's coming back in Feburary for her wedding but she won't be single no more. sad :(&lt;br /&gt;so! this was like THE last day of her single life with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RuERw6KVMEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/joczm6WvI7k/s1600-h/image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RuERw6KVMEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/joczm6WvI7k/s200/image025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107382984358834242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RuETpqKVMFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/JUsAocRYQaY/s1600-h/image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RuETpqKVMFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/JUsAocRYQaY/s200/image026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107385058828038226" 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/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RuEVPaKVMGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NjP4LtawQ3o/s1600-h/image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RuEVPaKVMGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NjP4LtawQ3o/s200/image027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107386806879727714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yups no boobs for me thanx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RuEVrKKVMHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/HdAecrxE5Gs/s1600-h/image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RuEVrKKVMHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/HdAecrxE5Gs/s200/image028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107387283621097586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(girl next to me is Miki)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RuEV5KKVMII/AAAAAAAAAFE/TP0aquiuzMY/s1600-h/N3H878HXYVL9SKULY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RuEV5KKVMII/AAAAAAAAAFE/TP0aquiuzMY/s200/N3H878HXYVL9SKULY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107387524139266178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will miss u Miki, n will be waiting for u to come back for ur wedding!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1926292698877924663-8199773594299683711?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/8199773594299683711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=8199773594299683711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/8199773594299683711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/8199773594299683711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2007/09/final-sexy-time.html' title='The Final Sexy Time'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RuERw6KVMEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/joczm6WvI7k/s72-c/image025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-4865277743779765813</id><published>2007-09-03T20:16:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T03:38:13.386+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting old faces, in real life and in a movie</title><content type='html'>last friday night i caught up with Adrian, who was visiting Japan from Singapore with his family.  glad to talk to someone i know from Perth. long time no see!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Rtvw_qKVL-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/l7hv8XOMyJE/s1600-h/CIMG3703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Rtvw_qKVL-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/l7hv8XOMyJE/s200/CIMG3703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105939578994634722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had heaps to talk but alas such little time! hope u had fun in Hokkaido and Tokyo Adrian! n thanks soooooo much with da Marimokkori stuff toy!!&lt;br /&gt;Hokkaido is well known for marimo (round green alga), n they created a character called Marimokkori, an alga ball with limbs n i dunno why but has an erected penis LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RtvySaKVL_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/EYJeYPVhTGk/s1600-h/CIMG3710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RtvySaKVL_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/EYJeYPVhTGk/s200/CIMG3710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105941000628809714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RtvyjqKVMAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0Lmm6gDaFyw/s1600-h/CIMG3712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RtvyjqKVMAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0Lmm6gDaFyw/s200/CIMG3712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105941296981553154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday i woke up eeaaaarly in da morning n met up with Miki, Ai, Sayo n Teppei to watch da new &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rebuild_of_Evangelion"&gt;Evangelion&lt;/a&gt; movie which just premier this saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Rtv2EaKVMBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_t2UPJJ8YHY/s1600-h/4502722_1644371807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Rtv2EaKVMBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_t2UPJJ8YHY/s200/4502722_1644371807.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105945158157152274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the story consists of 4 movies n this was part one. "first three movies will be an alternate retelling of the TV series (including many new scenes, settings, backgrounds, characters), and the fourth movie will be a completely new conclusion to the story; the series is intended to be much more understandable and accessible to non-fans than the original TV series and movies." (from wikipedia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da graphic was great n there was much more details on da battle scenes. but i don't think is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; accessible to people who never watched Evangelion before.&lt;br /&gt;my gfs were going nuts when they Kaworu appeared. horny bunch! LOL&lt;br /&gt;but after 10 years, who would have thought i will be watching a new Evangelion movie?&lt;br /&gt;da next movie supposedly is coming out next spring, so looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n check out these lunch boxes that some crazy ppl made!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Rtv2eaKVMCI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IeZ-8nNnMoY/s1600-h/4502722_1379712415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Rtv2eaKVMCI/AAAAAAAAAEU/IeZ-8nNnMoY/s200/4502722_1379712415.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105945604833751074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Rtv2u6KVMDI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HXA3gaVXjYo/s1600-h/4502722_3804155774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Rtv2u6KVMDI/AAAAAAAAAEc/HXA3gaVXjYo/s200/4502722_3804155774.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105945888301592626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could i possibly eat these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwards us 4 girls went to help Yuna (whose mum owns a super delicious ramen shop n i happen to work there) about 1 year worth of reciept to be in order so she can had it to their tax accountant. whoa... da amount of reciept... n how it was all over da place (date-wise).&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD for my gfs to help out. if not, we would be there until night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we were done, Miki and Sayo went home, n Yuna, Ai n i went out for dinner. this restaurant we tried out had heaps of different types of soup, n i ordered pumpkin soup which is filled inside a huge bread. mmm...&lt;br /&gt;afterwards we went to karaoke, n of course, Ai sang da new Evangelion movie theme song. this song is sang by Utada Hikaru. pretty cool song!&lt;br /&gt;it's called &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8uUIEDVrW4Q"&gt;"beautiful world"&lt;/a&gt; n da lyrics are pretty meaningful (can check out da full translation &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F5lCJRXGa30"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before we left Shibuya, we saw a crowd gathering in front of da main starbucks building. i saw this young guy going.... nuts... i suppose? lol&lt;br /&gt;i can't really explain how interesting he was. he didn't look like he was on drugs, perhaps he was absolutely drunk or he was really pissed with his work (coz he was yelling towards da end "tomorrow is monday! i hate monday!!", "what da hell is monday anyway!?")&lt;br /&gt;it seems like he was with his friends but his friends didn't stop him (seemed like they couldn't stop him lol).&lt;br /&gt;plz check out these video that i took. thank god i brought my camera with me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object 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type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=57443786e66fb13b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bcab3d773a2f18db&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d65723d4d317fc1d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/4865277743779765813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=4865277743779765813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/4865277743779765813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/4865277743779765813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2007/09/meeting-old-faces-in-real-life-and-in.html' title='Meeting old faces, in real life and in a movie'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Rtvw_qKVL-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/l7hv8XOMyJE/s72-c/CIMG3703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-1437146535620909132</id><published>2007-08-30T15:49:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T16:21:29.958+09:00</updated><title type='text'>To those who loves Star Wars... and Winnie the Pooh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;An interesting article about Anakin Skywalker and Winnie the Pooh.&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is these articles are published by experts in psychology and neurology. yeah, it's actually a serious diagnostics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are da articles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.wired.com/medtech/health/news/2007/05/anakin_syndrome"&gt;"Anakin Skywalker: Borderline Personality, Bipolar or Narcissist?"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.cmaj.ca/cgi/content/full/163/12/1557"&gt;"Pathology in the Hundres Acre Wood: a neurodevelopmental perspective on A.A. Milne"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love how they describe Pooh as having ADHD and OCD lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1926292698877924663-1437146535620909132?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/1437146535620909132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=1437146535620909132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/1437146535620909132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/1437146535620909132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2007/08/to-those-who-loves-star-wars-and-winnie.html' title='To those who loves Star Wars... and Winnie the Pooh'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-1874503824264671316</id><published>2007-08-28T23:31:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T00:35:52.150+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth? Or A Scam?</title><content type='html'>everyone knows that global warming is causing a problem. read or watched "The Inconvenient Truth"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt; this is all a political scam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've recieved email from my dad. my dad and I both don't really have a opinion towards this. However, apparently this man is VERY highly regarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a link to a british documentary which supposedly exposes everything and shows what's really going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-3028847519933351566&amp;hl=en"&gt;http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-3028847519933351566&amp;amp;hl=en&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;these are da basic points:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Global warming and cooling is something that has been going on for ever. The geological record shows constant changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2. This current warming started in the 19th century - long before mankind had significant industry and over 100 years before the automobile became widespread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Industrial activity rose dramatically from 1940 to 1974. In this period, the temperature fell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;4. The oil crisis lead to large scale reduction in man-made CO2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;5. From 1975 the temperature began once again to rise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;6. The last two warm periods (both much warmer than now) were the Bronze Age and the early medieval period. Both times of greatly increased prosperity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;7. The "mathmatical difficulty" which Al Gore mentions in his portrayal of global warming statistics from the Greenland ice cores is that the CO2 rose each time 600 to 800 years after the temeprature rose. This is because almost all atmospheric CO2 comes from the oceans and they take a long time to warm up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;8. CO2 forms a tiny, tiny proportion of all atmospheric gases. The amount produced by humanity is almost unmeasurably small - the farts of animals produce many times more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;9. Human made global warming was latched on to as the justification for increasing nuclear power and by "Luddite" extremists to further their political aims. None of it has anything to do with reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what's da truth, i think we still have to take responsibility about our environment. coz we only have one place to live, and that's earth. we're screwed without it.&lt;br /&gt;so what do u think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1926292698877924663-1874503824264671316?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/1874503824264671316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=1874503824264671316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/1874503824264671316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/1874503824264671316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2007/08/truth-or-scam.html' title='The Truth? Or A Scam?'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-2307169032300758819</id><published>2007-08-26T14:21:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T21:18:18.164+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiesta! Transformers!</title><content type='html'>couple of days ago i saw this car with lots of... stuff on.&lt;br /&gt;guaranteed to be da chick-pickup-car of da year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RtFWEKKVL3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/R2MJXvlwL0E/s1600-h/CIMG3688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RtFWEKKVL3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/R2MJXvlwL0E/s200/CIMG3688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102954482234634098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;****************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;went to a summer festival in &lt;a href="http://www.tokyoessentials.com/azabu-juban.html"&gt;Azabu-juban&lt;/a&gt; last friday. thought of wearing yukata (summer kimono) but too hot, too humid, too many ppl, so forget it!&lt;br /&gt;this is how crowded this festival is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RtEc4aKVL1I/AAAAAAAAACs/-csPcUixioU/s1600-h/IMG_3407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RtEc4aKVL1I/AAAAAAAAACs/-csPcUixioU/s200/IMG_3407.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102891608208387922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this pic is provided by this &lt;a href="http://www.gyoo.com/gallery/20040821_AzabuJuban_Festival/public/index.html"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with Ai around 6pm (Sayo and Miki wasn't feeling well so they couldn't make it), n head to da fiesta! lots of food stands, woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's da takoyaki (octopus balls). mmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RtEQR6KVLzI/AAAAAAAAACc/JbBCSnDX4D8/s1600-h/CIMG3692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RtEQR6KVLzI/AAAAAAAAACc/JbBCSnDX4D8/s200/CIMG3692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102877752643890994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fruits coated in candy (starch syrup)... mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RtEaCaKVL0I/AAAAAAAAACk/Z0YSjr03qV4/s1600-h/CIMG3693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RtEaCaKVL0I/AAAAAAAAACk/Z0YSjr03qV4/s200/CIMG3693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102888481472196418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw some hula dance performance. at first da students performed, and in da end their teacher performed. she was very beautiful indeed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RtEolqKVL2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Z0KP82Ibuxo/s1600-h/CIMG3694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RtEolqKVL2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Z0KP82Ibuxo/s200/CIMG3694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102904480225374050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hula dance is popular among women in japan these days. heard u lose weight. i wish i can move my waist like hers...&lt;br /&gt;it's interesting coz when u look at her dancing, it makes u feel like ur in a tropical island&lt;br /&gt;aloooohaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while we waited for Teppei to meet us, we watched da popular summer festival dance, called &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bon_Festival#Bon_Odori"&gt;Bon Odori&lt;/a&gt; (or Bon Dance).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RtFXaqKVL4I/AAAAAAAAADE/PRPiOPo2t1Y/s1600-h/CIMG3698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RtFXaqKVL4I/AAAAAAAAADE/PRPiOPo2t1Y/s200/CIMG3698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102955968293318530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RtFZb6KVL6I/AAAAAAAAADU/F7-FvTctGv8/s1600-h/CIMG3696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RtFZb6KVL6I/AAAAAAAAADU/F7-FvTctGv8/s200/CIMG3696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102958188791410594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love da drum. it's so cool when woman plays da drum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RtFYyKKVL5I/AAAAAAAAADM/cb7yslOwGWs/s1600-h/IMG_3383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RtFYyKKVL5I/AAAAAAAAADM/cb7yslOwGWs/s200/IMG_3383.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102957471531872146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this pic is provided by this &lt;a href="http://www.gyoo.com/gallery/20040821_AzabuJuban_Festival/public/index.html"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we moved to da park area where multicultural food stands are. there was at least 20 different countries' food stand. whoa... where to start lol&lt;br /&gt;i tried some Swedish meatballs. did u kno they have them with fruit jam? think it was strawberry jam that i had with.&lt;br /&gt;u know what?&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't bad as i expected. actually, not bad at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i had this so-called "Naan Burger". basically tandori chicken-ish thing rapped in naan bread like buritos. not bad. very filling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a while, we had this sudden feeling of "oh-i-really-want-to-watch-a-movie-syndrome".&lt;br /&gt;so... we moved to Roppongi Hills (which is just up da hill), n i finally watched....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRANSFORMERS!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;                                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RtFba6KVL7I/AAAAAAAAADc/GbAfVJdVsLU/s1600-h/177919379_3c69131fec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RtFba6KVL7I/AAAAAAAAADc/GbAfVJdVsLU/s200/177919379_3c69131fec.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102960370634796978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;woot! woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD... this movie was soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo awesome!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i love it. i just LOVE it.&lt;br /&gt;cars changing in to robots, robots changing back to cars or whatever machine they wish to be.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was going to have a nose bleed. cool cool cool cool coooooool!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RtFdWqKVL8I/AAAAAAAAADk/lAqn3_u3An0/s1600-h/transformers_movie_poster_optimus_prime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RtFdWqKVL8I/AAAAAAAAADk/lAqn3_u3An0/s200/transformers_movie_poster_optimus_prime.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102962496643608514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RtFdhaKVL9I/AAAAAAAAADs/g5NTg6mwGQw/s1600-h/transformers_movie_poster_megatron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RtFdhaKVL9I/AAAAAAAAADs/g5NTg6mwGQw/s200/transformers_movie_poster_megatron.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102962681327202258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or as paris hilton would say "thats hot" times a million.&lt;br /&gt;and da linkin park... gotta love that linkin park's song. aaaaaaaaaaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;i want those robots. they were super cute indeed.&lt;br /&gt;i remember watching da tv series when i was a little kid. never would have thought there would be a movie like this...&lt;br /&gt;im definitely watching the 2nd one, if there is one, which im pretty sure there will be one.&lt;br /&gt;true, some of da story plot was a bit... well, typical american-would-love-it plot but hey, gotta love that computer graphic.&lt;br /&gt;who can possibly not like Bumblebee?&lt;br /&gt;"Bumblebee, stop lubricating the human" LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1926292698877924663-2307169032300758819?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/2307169032300758819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=2307169032300758819&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/2307169032300758819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/2307169032300758819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2007/08/fiesta-transformers.html' title='Fiesta! Transformers!'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/RtFWEKKVL3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/R2MJXvlwL0E/s72-c/CIMG3688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-9194287571380221081</id><published>2007-08-25T15:11:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T01:40:44.078+09:00</updated><title type='text'>And now, for something completely different</title><content type='html'>place where i live at da moment, my home town, is a relatively quiet place. not much is happening. super local town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOWEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some strange reason, few weeks ago a Tunisian restaurant opened.&lt;br /&gt;yes, a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TUNISIAN&lt;/span&gt; restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;WHY Tunisian? why in this local town? i mean... where da hell is Tunisia anyway!? is it in Africa!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to check it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... so it's this brown part... that's Tunisia eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Rs_KOaKVLtI/AAAAAAAAABs/zJh8rLf52LQ/s1600-h/tunisia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Rs_KOaKVLtI/AAAAAAAAABs/zJh8rLf52LQ/s200/tunisia1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102519251723693778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i c... i c... right next to Libya. so it's more like Middle Eastern than African...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Rs_KnqKVLuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/FOsXQ0PDQrU/s1600-h/tunisia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Rs_KnqKVLuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/FOsXQ0PDQrU/s200/tunisia.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102519685515390690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me n mum decided to try out this Tunisian food. had absolutely no idea what it's like.&lt;br /&gt;checked da menu... yups, it's definitely Islamic food coz there's no pork and they don't serve alcohol. lots of lamb meat and tomato based dishes.&lt;br /&gt;so we ordered whatever cought our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Brik&lt;/span&gt; (pronounced &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;breek&lt;/span&gt;),&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,Georgia,Times;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;egg, potatoes, parsley  covered in crepe and deep fried.&lt;br /&gt;pretty yummy stuff. when u cut it in half, medium boiled egg came out. mmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Rs_MRaKVLvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/B8ktE4cr76g/s1600-h/CIMG3684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Rs_MRaKVLvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/B8ktE4cr76g/s200/CIMG3684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102521502286556914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Tagine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(pronounced &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tajin&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, a form of quiche with meat and vegetables in it, cooked in tomato sauce.&lt;br /&gt;da quiche was delicious n i love how da onions are still half raw, coz love da crunchiness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Rs_N-qKVLwI/AAAAAAAAACE/yN0f9PBg0iw/s1600-h/CIMG3685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Rs_N-qKVLwI/AAAAAAAAACE/yN0f9PBg0iw/s200/CIMG3685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102523379187265282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Kefta&lt;/span&gt; (pronounced &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kifta&lt;/span&gt;), lamb meat balls cooked in tomato sauce with vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;i've never tasted something like this before. i can't really explain it. i think it's da spice. very... strange taste. but after a while i got used to it, n start to love it! i guess it's one of those dishes that u either like it or hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Rs_ThqKVLxI/AAAAAAAAACM/qB3skUw3-0A/s1600-h/CIMG3686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Rs_ThqKVLxI/AAAAAAAAACM/qB3skUw3-0A/s200/CIMG3686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102529478040825618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dishes came with complimentary bread (which contains cumin seeds), together with a paste called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Harissa&lt;/span&gt; (made from red chili, caraway, coriander and salt). pretty hot stuff! but it goes well with da bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally for dessert, we had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Kadi&lt;/span&gt;, which contains sesame paste called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Chamia&lt;/span&gt; (pronounced &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shamia&lt;/span&gt;) and almonds. it looks like samosa doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;it tasted quite similar to some of da Indian sweets. it was good but four was too much for me. aarrr... slight headache...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Rs_bp6KVLyI/AAAAAAAAACU/qJyHLtHyFrw/s1600-h/CIMG3687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Rs_bp6KVLyI/AAAAAAAAACU/qJyHLtHyFrw/s200/CIMG3687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102538415867768610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to tell u da truth, trying out something totally different was soooooooooooooo fun and exciting to me. but then again, i didn't have da will to even try da sheep brain stew that they had on menu lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to tell u da truth, da estate that this restaurant begin is i believe, cursed.&lt;br /&gt;all these years since i grew up, lots of shops (mostly ramen restaurant) comes and goes. it's never steady. previously, it was a chinese restaurant but it closed down in about half a year.&lt;br /&gt;so i hope this restaurant lasts! coz i kinda love it.&lt;br /&gt;da only problem is they don't serve alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;u want to start a restaurant in japan, u gotta serve alcohol. hmm... maybe i should suggest BYO (BYO is not common in japan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1926292698877924663-9194287571380221081?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/9194287571380221081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=9194287571380221081&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-6092022537751812396</id><published>2007-08-25T02:20:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T10:27:17.560+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Male Synchro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;these are da clips that i took at Yomiuri Land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;three boys performing synchro swimming lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="280" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-30127f7b85de3499" 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" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1926292698877924663&amp;postID=6092022537751812396&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/6092022537751812396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1926292698877924663/posts/default/6092022537751812396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/2007/08/male-synchro.html' title='Male Synchro'/><author><name>Nami</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdz8AG3vRH0/TlJ9v5TgDaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CV8GFP1C1hY/s220/%25E9%2580%2597%25E5%25AD%259002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1926292698877924663.post-6652116681843987682</id><published>2007-08-23T22:34:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T02:15:51.665+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming? or just been soaked?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;welcome...&lt;br /&gt;i hope this address is going to be my permanent address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Rs23L6KVLhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pWp_B4ntABk/s1600-h/CIMG3670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Rs23L6KVLhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pWp_B4ntABk/s320/CIMG3670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101935368099671570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;so... last Tuesday i went to a theme park (called Yomiuri Land) which has couple of swimming pools. kinda like Adventure World in Perth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;went with my gfs (from left Sayo, Miki's sister Nayomi, Miki, Ai and moa). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;we had a friend that works there so got a discount. banzaiiiii!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;there's three major swimming pool there: one where artificial current is produced, n da current takes u around n around da swimming pool. another one is where artificial wave is produced. n another one is ur usual big swimming pool. we all rushed to da wave swimming pool. it's not that deep was still pretty fun. da only problem is that it's summer holiday, so there's heaps of families and couples, so u can't really swim, but just soaking in da water i guess lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n da shocking truth is that there isn't any eye-candies around. sad isn't it? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;then we head to da waterslide, which we had to line-up for almost 40min!! can u believe it? it's pretty ridiculous. coz one of da reason is that they wont let u go until da previous person finished n got out of da pool. well how much fun is that? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;fiiiinally after a long wait, we all slided down smoothly except for my gf Sayo lol. it's not like she does it on purpose but somehow she kinda stopped in da middle of da waterslide. wahahahaha. i dunno how she does it. we all were cracking out laughing down here while she tried to get her way through da slide. u gotta to love her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;next was the pool with da current. da water is so shallow that even if u folded ur legs n sit up straight, ur head will pop out from da water, so everytime im at a corner while my legs are folded, me n Ai pretended we were driving a car n drifting. yes, of course we made car sounds skitting out loud. i think my knees are relatively smooth than before from all that friction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;got really hungry so decided to head to a restaurant (more like cafeteria), but before we got in, there was a performance on da big swimming pool. three boys (either high school or uni students, age-wise) performing synchronised swimming (male-style). it's pretty darn different from female synchro swimming. pretty darn funny too lol. wish i can put da video clip of it, but dunno how :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;anyway, we had late lunch. i had what's called "taco rice". u kno da mexican taco sauce (minced meat with salsa sauce)? well instead of da taco sauce being in a corn tortilla, it's on rice. mmmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Rs24maKVLjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6FJ1JmvCgjM/s1600-h/CIMG3678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Rs24maKVLjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6FJ1JmvCgjM/s200/CIMG3678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101936922877832754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;here are some random pics Miki took. yups we all look tired n ridiculous lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Rs23p6KVLiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5R097-YZZpQ/s1600-h/CIMG3674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Rs23p6KVLiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5R097-YZZpQ/s200/CIMG3674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101935883495747106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Rs28rqKVLoI/AAAAAAAAABE/_NrCjxJPnB8/s1600-h/CIMG3675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Rs28rqKVLoI/AAAAAAAAABE/_NrCjxJPnB8/s200/CIMG3675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101941411118657154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Rs25fKKVLlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/p3iFQt7SoxI/s1600-h/CIMG3676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Rs25fKKVLlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/p3iFQt7SoxI/s200/CIMG3676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101937897835408978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Rs25t6KVLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/MXsBcM5kSpg/s1600-h/CIMG3677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Rs25t6KVLmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/MXsBcM5kSpg/s200/CIMG3677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101938151238479458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Rs26aKKVLnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GFuvId2buLU/s1600-h/CIMG3679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE7lP1S0_uw/Rs26aKKVLnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GFuvId2buLU/s200/CIMG3679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101938911447690866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;yups, i kno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i look dumb. no, im not posing im just trying to tie my hair goddamu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well all n all, it was fun touching each other's boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;we changed our clothes n went to ride few of da theme park rides. damn, da last time i came here was primary school n it sure did felt large, but this place is pretty small! so much for getting older! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;we head home afterwards except for me. i followed Miki n her sister's home n got my body measure. well, Miki's getting married n she asked me to be her bridesmaid. her mother is going to make all da dresses including her wedding dress and all da bridesmaids' dresses. incredible isn't it? so anyway, she needed da measurement so she can make my one n only dress! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1926292698877924663-6652116681843987682?l=nchaahi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nchaahi.blogspot.com/feeds/6652116681843987682/comments/default' title='Post 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