<?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-28094378</id><updated>2012-02-05T14:40:01.861+09:00</updated><category term='twin'/><category term='movie'/><category term='alcohol'/><category term='travel'/><category term='wonder'/><category term='環境'/><category term='food'/><category term='comics'/><category term='death'/><category term='tattoo'/><category term='supernatural'/><category term='japan'/><category term='music'/><category term='nature'/><category term='environment'/><category term='dream'/><category term='art'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>travieso</title><subtitle type='html'>Chronicles of my life in Japan - a series of extraordinary events</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-5802556188097988754</id><published>2011-11-30T12:23:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T12:23:47.717+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wonder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>Miraculous Ferry Tickets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;My sister Rie and I have been looking at the ferry website to book tickets to go home to Beppu for New Year holidays. In Japan, everyone books their tickets minimum 2-3 months (some even 6!) in advance because they think there might be a lot of rush during the holidays.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;So we both continuously refreshing and checking the website for availabilities. My sister even called the ferry authorities only to know that there is nothing open till Dec 31st evening (making us reach home on Jan 1st.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I gave up the ferry thought yesterday night, deciding that we will have to take the &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.japan-guide.com/e/e2018.html"&gt;shinkansen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (Japanese bullet train) which is going to cost us exactly triple for our 4-days holiday. I have to make a trip to India in January and dont have any savings. Rie is a single mother so its a little sharp on her to pay everything for two people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Anyways, I revised my budget my mind, &lt;i&gt;"accepted the situation as it is" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artofliving.org/us-en/art-living-part-i-course-art-breathing"&gt;(ref. AOL Part1 course)&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;and went to bed last night knowing that as long as the family is together, money is not an issue and we will be taken care of. In the end, everything always works out for the best of everyone, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Today morning before going to work I thought of just checking the website "incase" there was something available. And guess what.. there were 2 seats available!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The Universe is actually "serving" us all the time, just a little attention and all 'tensions' go away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-5802556188097988754?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/5802556188097988754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=5802556188097988754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/5802556188097988754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/5802556188097988754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2011/11/miraculous-ferry-tickets.html' title='Miraculous Ferry Tickets'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-4796540225574880723</id><published>2010-09-25T00:40:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T00:00:05.844+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Breath and Relax</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/TKSlz-Pi-vI/AAAAAAAALUc/aCfQww_RSn0/s1600/quote.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/TKSlz-Pi-vI/AAAAAAAALUc/aCfQww_RSn0/s400/quote.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/28094378-4796540225574880723?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/4796540225574880723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=4796540225574880723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/4796540225574880723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/4796540225574880723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2010/09/breath-and-relax.html' title='Breath and Relax'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/TKSlz-Pi-vI/AAAAAAAALUc/aCfQww_RSn0/s72-c/quote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-1382565090993045847</id><published>2010-09-20T21:41:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T21:43:08.848+09:00</updated><title type='text'>What really motivates us - Purpose or Profit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;What really drives us? Money, power fame…really? What’s behind our hunch that money is not everything? Why do people give so much of their time to volunteering? Companies from Wikipedia to Skype, the Peace Corps to Art of Living show that millions of people love to give their time to a volunteer activity and will! What really drives us? Watch this video by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.danpink.com/about" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Dank Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt; former speechwriter at the White House and writer, as he summarizes the latest research findings on human motivation at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; 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Human Values</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: Arial, 'Arial New', 'ＭＳ Ｐ ゴシック', sans-serif; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 2em; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;平和と人的価値の呼び掛け&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: Arial, 'Arial New', 'ＭＳ Ｐ ゴシック', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 2em; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;object height="295" style="background-image: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/vRNMCLTPdno/hqdefault.jpg);" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vRNMCLTPdno?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vRNMCLTPdno?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: Arial, 'Arial New', 'ＭＳ Ｐ ゴシック', sans-serif; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 2em; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artofliving.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;The Art of Living Foundation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.artoflivingjapan.org/index.php?lang=en"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;Art of Living Japan /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artoflivingjapan.org/index.php?lang=ja"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;アートオブリビングジャパン&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-8656487442515451739?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/8656487442515451739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=8656487442515451739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/8656487442515451739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/8656487442515451739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2010/08/voice-for-peace-human-values.html' title='A Voice for Peace &amp; Human Values'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-5765836109434585794</id><published>2010-06-28T14:40:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T14:40:49.745+09:00</updated><title type='text'>One+One=Eleven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My twin (Isha) and her hubby (Sparsh)'s interview in the &lt;a href="http://www.deccanchronicle.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;Deccan Chronicle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on June 27, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;An inspiring article on the strength and success that new-age couples find from being life partners to work mates.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/TCg0M9EreAI/AAAAAAAALRI/I5PgMi5XUD0/s1600/interview.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/TCg0M9EreAI/AAAAAAAALRI/I5PgMi5XUD0/s640/interview.jpg" width="412" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/28094378-5765836109434585794?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/5765836109434585794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=5765836109434585794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/5765836109434585794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/5765836109434585794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2010/06/oneoneeleven.html' title='One+One=Eleven'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/TCg0M9EreAI/AAAAAAAALRI/I5PgMi5XUD0/s72-c/interview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-495876766449789471</id><published>2010-06-10T00:27:00.009+09:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T09:10:41.007+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='環境'/><title type='text'>Radiance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The core of anything in the universe is love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;njana, the chimpanzee has played the role of a mother not only to these twin tiger cubs, Mitra and Shiva, but also to quite a few leopards, lions and orangutans. She lives in the Miami zoo and helps out with the care of many baby animals from time to time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;There are a zillion pictures of her with different animal babies, but these two were my favorites.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm amazed at the immense love that shines through their eyes.. you can&amp;nbsp;literally see them glow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/TA-xVTUlNtI/AAAAAAAALQo/vLle29xGic4/s1600/anjana-the-chimpanzee-and-two-tigers-71.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/TA-xVTUlNtI/AAAAAAAALQo/vLle29xGic4/s400/anjana-the-chimpanzee-and-two-tigers-71.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/TA-xWXErDGI/AAAAAAAALQw/VX-06ZRjnHk/s1600/chimpmain_611978a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/TA-xWXErDGI/AAAAAAAALQw/VX-06ZRjnHk/s400/chimpmain_611978a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-495876766449789471?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/495876766449789471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=495876766449789471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/495876766449789471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/495876766449789471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2010/06/inspiring-world.html' title='Radiance'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/TA-xVTUlNtI/AAAAAAAALQo/vLle29xGic4/s72-c/anjana-the-chimpanzee-and-two-tigers-71.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-8706842703187638255</id><published>2010-05-30T13:18:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T00:20:04.917+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Dream on 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I dreamt last night that in 2012, when the planets align, Earthlings are called upon by people from another planet (by people I mean, &lt;i&gt;"people" &lt;/i&gt;not &lt;i&gt;"aliens"&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It's going to happen in a day's time when humans will have to just "leave" or &lt;i&gt;abandon&lt;/i&gt; the Earth to go inhabit another planet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Reason: we have polluted the Earth to a level that there wouldn't be any other way to make it better other than for the Earth to re-form/ renew itself. With the humans gone it will be able to do so at peace, send all the garbage, that we've created, under the sea (like the previous civilizations) and become better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Believing that this&amp;nbsp;Universe is our home, people (with developed powers and awareness, who respect life, their planet, are friendly to one another) will pick a few thousand chosen humans at their discretion and will, to share their planet and take up the task to make us like them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You might ask&lt;i&gt; "Why are humans saved if we're unwanted by our own planet?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;There is goodness in every heart. Every person knows what favors their own and their loved ones' growth. It is only the desire for small pleasures in short run, that we miss the boat that's beneficial in the long run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Seeing this aspect of humans that is hid beneath all the dust particles of 'me, I, mine', some are chosen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-8706842703187638255?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/8706842703187638255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=8706842703187638255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/8706842703187638255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/8706842703187638255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2010/05/dream-on-2012.html' title='Dream on 2012'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-7872053749311100624</id><published>2010-04-23T00:17:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T13:48:33.282+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='環境'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environment'/><title type='text'>アースデイ２０１０</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Wisdom is considering the Earth as your Valentine."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;- Sri Sri&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;“智恵ある人は、地球を恋人のように思っています。”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;- シュリシュリ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/S9BldlC5rII/AAAAAAAALKc/jDVLkFql8iw/s1600/IMG_3730.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="332" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/S9BldlC5rII/AAAAAAAALKc/jDVLkFql8iw/s400/IMG_3730.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-7872053749311100624?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/7872053749311100624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=7872053749311100624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/7872053749311100624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/7872053749311100624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='アースデイ２０１０'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/S9BldlC5rII/AAAAAAAALKc/jDVLkFql8iw/s72-c/IMG_3730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-2100244839414634834</id><published>2010-04-12T03:46:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T00:35:30.721+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>Sakura 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;These three are my favs of them all ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/S8IX9DG37AI/AAAAAAAALI0/0yU46SelGa4/s1600/IMG_3716.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/S8IX9DG37AI/AAAAAAAALI0/0yU46SelGa4/s400/IMG_3716.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Lotus look-a-likes loaded on a tree ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/S8IX_rRnUaI/AAAAAAAALI8/WPhBTM9E9nc/s1600/IMG_3669.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/S8IX_rRnUaI/AAAAAAAALI8/WPhBTM9E9nc/s400/IMG_3669.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This tree is exclusive~ I haven't seen another...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/S8IYDt7mQsI/AAAAAAAALJE/h4p7sYq3Y7g/s1600/IMG_3711.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/S8IYDt7mQsI/AAAAAAAALJE/h4p7sYq3Y7g/s400/IMG_3711.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-2100244839414634834?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/2100244839414634834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=2100244839414634834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/2100244839414634834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/2100244839414634834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2010/04/sakura-2010.html' title='Sakura 2010'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/S8IX9DG37AI/AAAAAAAALI0/0yU46SelGa4/s72-c/IMG_3716.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-3249620744812559028</id><published>2010-04-12T03:08:00.008+09:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T16:41:26.038+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='環境'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>Bella Gaia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bellagaia.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bella Gaia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; (Beautiful Earth) is the BEST production I've seen in my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Visuals of the earth from space, taken by NASA astronauts, fused with the hypnotizing violin of&amp;nbsp;Kenji Williams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;He tours all around the world so if he's in your town, make sure you GO FOR IT..&amp;nbsp;It's a experience you'll treasure forever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DiI7vMbSpn8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Here's a small trailer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/S8IRyeSFP2I/AAAAAAAALIc/xGiUSgRmTK8/s1600/BG_Brochure_Generic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/S8ISF9H9MkI/AAAAAAAALIs/Xj5fw2gN9ss/s1600/BELLAGAIA_CARRIBEAN.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/S8ISF9H9MkI/AAAAAAAALIs/Xj5fw2gN9ss/s320/BELLAGAIA_CARRIBEAN.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/28094378-3249620744812559028?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/3249620744812559028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=3249620744812559028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/3249620744812559028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/3249620744812559028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2010/04/bella-gaia.html' title='Bella Gaia'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/S8IRyeSFP2I/AAAAAAAALIc/xGiUSgRmTK8/s72-c/BG_Brochure_Generic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-6107963009596505371</id><published>2010-03-16T23:39:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T23:39:28.767+09:00</updated><title type='text'>we are No.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; 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font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;School without the kids is no school at all...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;My fellow&amp;nbsp;Japanese teachers are all taking a long weekend off because of the national holiday on Thursday. Even if I had one teacher here with me it wouldn't have been this bad. I feel as though the kids are all hiding somewhere and might jump out and scare me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There have been a lot of firsts over the past few days, and one on the emotional level has been the realization of&amp;nbsp;comprehending my parents saying, "Home isn't home when you&amp;nbsp;kids leave&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;school after summer/winter break."&amp;nbsp;On the other hand I can also understand the excitement teachers, who lived on the school campus, felt when they saw&amp;nbsp;students&amp;nbsp;back on the Welham Girls' campus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Channelizing this feeling of longing for all the noise and play with kids into something creative - like decorating the classrooms or making props for the upcoming Hansel and Gretel story in the books -&amp;nbsp;is going to be the task of the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Anywho, I better come back from dreamy clouds,&amp;nbsp;live in the present moment,&amp;nbsp;be grateful for all the love that poures in various forms and most of all,&amp;nbsp;take a bike ride in the warm sun.&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/28094378-3133034500360615184?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/3133034500360615184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=3133034500360615184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/3133034500360615184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/3133034500360615184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2010/02/other-end-of-spectrum.html' title='other end of the spectrum'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-6978377220828393951</id><published>2010-01-23T13:58:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T12:56:26.725+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you have it in you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Are you in control when youre sleeping or when youre dreaming? No Are you in control of any other function in your body? Your heart is pumping all by itself. The food you stuff in the stomach gets digested all by itself. Do you have any control over them? Are you in control of the Sun and Moon moving around the globe or even the globe rotating on itself? Are you in control of the thoughts that come into your head? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, when you realize you really do not have any control over all major things that are happening in you life, youll stand up and laugh. Oh, what am I thinking, am I in control of something? Then you will realize that the idea that you are in control is an illusion. And then you relax. And that relaxed state is called surrender. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you cannot surrender, then you make effort, and effort makes you surrender. So when you say, I cannot relax, I will say, Ok, hold your fists tight and tight and tight. Then, when I ask you to make it tighter and you cannot do that, what do you do? Being tired, you just drop. This is coming to the other end with effort. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Judgment is very similar to self- blame and blaming others. We have to get out of this vicious circle of self-judgment. That is also the state of surrender. When you have surrendered to the Divine that means that you no longer judge yourself. Self-judgment is not necessary. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A child is so innocent, why? Because the child doesnt judge itself."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/shreya511/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNPN37eK4PrtngE#5429795039137020818"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/S1qB0d7wu5I/AAAAAAAALAE/9Ju8XD6UTc8/s288/iphone_photo.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="157" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Posted using BlogPress App for iPhone&lt;/em&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/28094378-6978377220828393951?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/6978377220828393951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=6978377220828393951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/6978377220828393951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/6978377220828393951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-you-have-it-in-you.html' title='Do you have it in you?'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/S1qB0d7wu5I/AAAAAAAALAE/9Ju8XD6UTc8/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-8416962638152888915</id><published>2010-01-22T12:21:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T15:13:12.157+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;At night my mind does not much care&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If what it thinks is here or there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It tells me stories it invents &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And makes up things that don't make sense.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't know why it does this stuff.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The real world seems quite weird enough.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/shreya511/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNPN37eK4PrtngE#5429399444620534466"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/S1kaB1hPYsI/AAAAAAAAK_8/1EWHjvfLT48/s288/iphone_photo.jpg" border="0" width="210" height="281" style="margin:5px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/shreya511/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCNPN37eK4PrtngE#5429399523359959778"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/S1kaGa2LquI/AAAAAAAALAA/dqqtsj8ec_c/s288/iphone_photo.jpg" border="0" width="210" height="281" style="margin:5px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;- Bill WattersoN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Indispensable Calvin &amp;amp; Hobbes&lt;/i&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/28094378-8416962638152888915?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/8416962638152888915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=8416962638152888915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/8416962638152888915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/8416962638152888915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2010/01/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/S1kaB1hPYsI/AAAAAAAAK_8/1EWHjvfLT48/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-3312795711785500293</id><published>2010-01-19T00:11:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T12:43:27.507+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy Shark Tummy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Saturday marked the end of a crazy week with Yuna (a very shy 3yr-old) walking into class jumping and giving me high-five’s. She was thrilled not to find Yuichi (an extremely hyper 4yr-old) in the class, who always comes into class with a long face but by the end of it has drained all energies out of Yuna and me with his notorious games and doings of throwing everything around the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="MIN-HEIGHT: 14px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yuna was so excited that instead of our customary 3 nursery rhymes we did 5 with her jumping at the end of every song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I wouldn’t lie that was slightly relieved when 10 mins had gone and Yuichi hadn’t turned up, but even when he did that day, he was too sober and very sweet to both of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Helvetica, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428098045438697698" style="WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/S1R6abxdoOI/AAAAAAAAK_0/rnwsP9ptOtg/s200/Yuna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MIN-HEIGHT: 14px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You see, most kids who come to study English (over the weekend of any weekday after school) dont really want to be there. They would rather be glued to their dear Nintendo or PS for an hour. Thus, there is a cold war between humans (i.e. me as a teacher) and these awesome mind-boggling gadgets to compete for the love and attention of a child. This is why we are told to have tons of games during lessons so that the kids feel like they’re playing instead of learning a foreign language. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MIN-HEIGHT: 14px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Slam, Memory and Dice games are everyone’s favorites. Recently I introduced a game “Yummy Yummy in Shark Tummy”. Each student had a fish stickers with their name put on the board which was filled with 10 bubbles put in descending order. 1 being was lowest was in the shark’s mouth! Every wrong answer got the players closer to the shark and in the end, so they had to try and speak correctly. The game was a bit gruesome for some kids but most of them crazily enjoyable and laughed off their seats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MIN-HEIGHT: 14px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="LETTER-SPACING: 0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Without fail, no matter the age, students were thrilled seeing me be the first Yummy Yummy in Shark Tummy... kids today are wicked!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px; FONT: 12px Helvetica; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Need to get back to work to take shots of the shark n fish cards. Will upload pictures in a day or two.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-3312795711785500293?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/3312795711785500293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=3312795711785500293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/3312795711785500293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/3312795711785500293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2010/01/yummy-shark-tummy.html' title='Yummy Shark Tummy'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/S1R6abxdoOI/AAAAAAAAK_0/rnwsP9ptOtg/s72-c/Yuna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-5259513424908572068</id><published>2009-12-17T15:17:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T15:43:16.488+09:00</updated><title type='text'>New Horizons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Start to a new year with another birthday. Im 25yrs old today and it's my second birthday without twin being here with me (no worries, she's healthy and wealthy in India.. jeez!) Strangely enough I feel closer to her than ever before (distance makes the heart go fonder.. closer??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;She called exactly as 00hrs struck in Japan. I had a few yummies here and the candles were lit, ready to be blown away. So we counted 1, 2, 3 and blew~ Silly and childlike as it sounds, it was the best blowing candles I've done in years :) Working in a kids school is definitely catching on. I laugh almost at any situation and my giggling has increased manifolds! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Newho~ I'm older by an additional 3.5hrs now (cuz India is 3.5hrs behind Japan time)!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;A strip from today's Calvin &amp;amp; Hobbes in 1995. Found it quite appropriate~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SynPxIWDlhI/AAAAAAAAK84/VrMHpnemoc0/s400/ch951217.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416088469850265106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Lots of Love to everyone all over the world reading (or not) this post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Celebrate each day and smile more often &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/28094378-5259513424908572068?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/5259513424908572068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=5259513424908572068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/5259513424908572068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/5259513424908572068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-horizons.html' title='New Horizons'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SynPxIWDlhI/AAAAAAAAK84/VrMHpnemoc0/s72-c/ch951217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-8490636331190964195</id><published>2009-12-15T15:43:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T15:53:34.659+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Santa of them all</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SycyPijpuQI/AAAAAAAAK8w/PJ8EppEFVTI/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SycyPijpuQI/AAAAAAAAK8w/PJ8EppEFVTI/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415352319492077826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-8490636331190964195?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/8490636331190964195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=8490636331190964195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/8490636331190964195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/8490636331190964195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-santa-of-them-all.html' title='Best Santa of them all'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SycyPijpuQI/AAAAAAAAK8w/PJ8EppEFVTI/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-6014291216227576044</id><published>2009-12-11T00:55:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T00:59:05.548+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SyEatGx3WCI/AAAAAAAAK8o/jOiFAojm0bI/s1600-h/ch901211.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SyEatGx3WCI/AAAAAAAAK8o/jOiFAojm0bI/s400/ch901211.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413637589292242978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/28094378-6014291216227576044?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/6014291216227576044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=6014291216227576044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/6014291216227576044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/6014291216227576044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-list.html' title='Christmas List'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SyEatGx3WCI/AAAAAAAAK8o/jOiFAojm0bI/s72-c/ch901211.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-2718132636675375797</id><published>2009-12-02T00:15:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T00:46:09.702+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Great, greater, greatest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Be not afraid of greatness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Some are born great, some achieve greatness, some have greatness thrust upon them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Take the first chance to be great today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SxU5idVuU0I/AAAAAAAAK4M/Q7kLqGaFsV0/s320/IMG_0230.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410293791509599042" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-2718132636675375797?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/2718132636675375797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=2718132636675375797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/2718132636675375797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/2718132636675375797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2009/12/great-greater-greatest.html' title='Great, greater, greatest'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SxU5idVuU0I/AAAAAAAAK4M/Q7kLqGaFsV0/s72-c/IMG_0230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-3447667806928254849</id><published>2009-11-30T21:49:00.008+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T01:01:24.266+09:00</updated><title type='text'>You are the Source</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"If you are given 10 compliments and 1 insult, you will hold on to that 1 insult. You will forget all the 10 compliments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Similarly, in life there is 80% joy: 80% happiness and 20% problems but your mind makes that 20% into 200%. Life isnt only disappointments. There can be only one disappointment - that is about your mind. Expecting wrong things at the wrong places, making wrong choices. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You dont have to be disappointed in life about many things. You be disappointed about only one thing that is your own mind. When this mind is causing so much problem, why dont you drop it? Why you hang on to that mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Have you done something about your mind? Have you learnt to drop it or tune it? It is just out of tune I tell you, it needs a bit servicing (Laughter). If you service your mind you will see everything is proper. It runs properly on wheels."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; - Excerpt from a discourse "You are the Source" by Sri Sri Ravishankar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artofliving.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;The Art of Living Foundation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;...   ...   ...   ...   ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#FFFF99;"&gt;This path is not a place where you have to keep a long face all the time, to be so serious that you are digging the mountain. Here you sing, dance, listen to knowledge, sit still and meditate.. all the aspects have come together here.. isn't it !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Meditate, celebrate, serve and smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You are Love, You are Joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/28094378-3447667806928254849?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/3447667806928254849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=3447667806928254849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/3447667806928254849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/3447667806928254849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-are-source.html' title='You are the Source'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-1302669407794117513</id><published>2009-11-28T00:55:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T00:53:26.555+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Life is a single skip for joy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/28094378-1302669407794117513?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/1302669407794117513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=1302669407794117513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/1302669407794117513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/1302669407794117513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-is-single-skip-for-joy.html' title=''/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-5502095531854959654</id><published>2009-11-22T01:19:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T00:58:24.043+09:00</updated><title type='text'>first day with kids</title><content type='html'>What do you do when the kids you are teaching English to are having a conversation, in their mother tongue (in my case Japanese), unaware that you understand every word they are saying??&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was my first day of work at Codomo GEOS. I had expected it to be a nightmare which, to my relief, it wasn't. I taught a range of kids from 2yrs to 12yrs. All the lesson's target phrases were learnt through silly games I prepared. For the first time in my life I felt exposed cuz the kids rip you apart by scrutinizing and commenting on every part of your physical and mental state. For instance, a group of 6yr olds concluded that I was from the moon cuz I wore circular earrings, pendant and bangle all of which were silver in color. After this they started talking about all the countries I could possibly be from Arabia because I wore heavy eyeliner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throughout the lesson I was emotionally charged up hearing so many comments in Japanese. They had no idea I understood the language and went on about things casually. But Im barred from speaking in Japanese to them because if they find out they will always talk to me in Japanese - which is not the reason of coming to an English conversations school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To conclude, at my first day of work I -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- was mostly red in the face cuz the kids scrutinized everything I did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- heard tons of weird comments abt every instructions I gave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- said "mo-ikkai", the Japanese for one more time instead of saying it in English (what kind of an English teacher am I? lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- learnt that planning your lesson before a class is THE MOST important thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- realized that the lesson may never go according to plan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again everyday is different and new. For now I've 2 days of holiday starting tmr during which I am going to sleep. Yipeeeeee!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More musings later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-5502095531854959654?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/5502095531854959654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=5502095531854959654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/5502095531854959654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/5502095531854959654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-day-with-kids.html' title='first day with kids'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-9050870243103501803</id><published>2009-11-19T09:51:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T10:00:49.965+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Speaking Tree - The Times of India, 11 Aug 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Young people today engaged in self-exploration are looking for inner peace. They question the relevance of rituals and religious practices. Religion needs to be reinterpreted to suit the context of modern times; otherwise today’s youth might lose faith in Sanatana Dharma – the timeless faith. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(255, 255, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The hallmark of Hindu tradition has been its great capacity to adapt itself to the lifestyles of people without losing its identity, and helping seekers focus on attaining the transcendent absolute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(255, 255, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The inquiry into the nature of God and self, and the practices thereof could be termed as the Hindu way of life. The ultimate aim of a Hindu is God-realisation through the spiritual practices he adopts. It is a way of life which respects and accepts all paths to self-realisation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(255, 255, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hinduism is based upon the qualities of acceptance, absorption, continuous change and expansion. It is thus a dynamic, living, ever-growing set of ideas, rituals and spiritual practices. It incorporates constant acceptance and freedom of thought for all other Religions of the World. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(255, 255, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;One cannot be ‘converted’ to Hinduism. For every other religion, there are ‘rites of baptism’. Hindus consider that everyone is naturally on a journey to reach a higher awareness through the cycle of birth and death; and that the soul continuously reincarnates to experience Karmas – the effects of actions performed in earlier incarnations. This is something automatic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(255, 255, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In a way, everyone who is trying to explore their divinity is practising Hinduism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(255, 255, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hinduism is a way of life and does not conflict with any religion for it is simply the commitment to search for the truth. One does not have to give up one’s religious identity to follow Hindu practices. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(255, 255, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The greatness of Hinduism lies in its infinite capacity of acceptance and allowance. As long as an individual is mindful of ‘raising consciousness’ – of self, community, and humanity as a whole, one is following tenets of Hindu religion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This has been termed as ‘Shreya’ – the essence of the Hindu way of life, in a single word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Finally know the meaning of my name :P tee.hee.hee)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Relevance Of A Faith That Is Timeless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;by Deepam Chatterjee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Times of India, 11 Aug 2009 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Palatino Linotype', sans-serif;color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-9050870243103501803?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/9050870243103501803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=9050870243103501803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/9050870243103501803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/9050870243103501803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2009/11/speaking-tree-times-of-india-11-aug.html' title='The Speaking Tree - The Times of India, 11 Aug 2009'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-2003151103635665459</id><published>2009-11-12T11:23:00.008+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T12:20:07.560+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Tralaaa~ Tokyo .. "I'll be back!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;The past two weeks have been remarkable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;I visit my Japanese family in Beppu for the birth of my sister's baby. The baby girl, was late by 9days and finally born after I cooked a huge Indo-Mexican meal for my would-be-mommy-sister. I was utterly happy! I also spent sometime with my nephew, Souma, who is the most outspoken 2yr-old-japanese boy I've met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/Svt7-o9_N3I/AAAAAAAAK0E/N6EKEvaBDNk/s320/IMG_3187.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403048494040561522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Beppu is also the city where I lived for 4yrs during my Undergrad at Ritsumeikan APU so it holds a special place in my heart. I met up with a friends over softball game practice and had dinner with two of my English language students, Kimiko and Miki. Miki, who now has 3 grown up kids, is a busy mom and it was amazing to see her manage the crazy lot. She had 3 kids in a span of 4yrs and her eldest, Ryunosuke, is 4 while Kaede and Aoi are 3 and 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/Svt7-V7tJXI/AAAAAAAAKz8/g_kR6aPgG_Q/s320/IMG_3170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403048488930714994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;During the entire trip I realized how much energy goes into raising kids. After the age of 25 life sort of 'seems' stagnant cuz our face doesnt develop that much and all the pictures look the same with a few pounds here and there. But with kids every month is different from the previous cuz you can see how they change and grow-up :P I found a new (probably hidden)sense of respect for my own parents for raising 5 of us siblings, who so different from one another. It still is quite a job handling us all together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, serif;color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/Svt90Ds4YyI/AAAAAAAAK0k/yT7Lls83QsA/s1600-h/IMG_0149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/Svt90Ds4YyI/AAAAAAAAK0k/yT7Lls83QsA/s200/IMG_0149.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403050511261262626" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/Svt9zw0baQI/AAAAAAAAK0c/Zngy_6Qd1Ks/s200/IMG_0151.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403050506192644354" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, serif;color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/Svt9zHNvi9I/AAAAAAAAK0M/RfpeTfGQQy8/s200/Image(532).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403050495024532434" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/Svt9zf7roUI/AAAAAAAAK0U/XiCd0-t8Ke4/s200/blue+hair.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403050501659664706" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Since my return to Tokyo last Sunday, I have been hopping from one friend's place to another's. I will be relocating to Hikone city, near the largest freshwater lake Biwa-ko, to work for GEOS for Kids. Im super excited about this chance as, at some point of time in my life, I want to write books for kids and getting  a chance to be with them this close is electrifying! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Anyways, with tons of new changes saying goodbyes is always the toughest. But if I never go how will I ever return home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Tralaaa~ Tokyo .. "I'll be back!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/28094378-2003151103635665459?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/2003151103635665459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=2003151103635665459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/2003151103635665459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/2003151103635665459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2009/11/tralaaa-tokyo-ill-be-back.html' title='Tralaaa~ Tokyo .. &quot;I&apos;ll be back!&quot;'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/Svt7-o9_N3I/AAAAAAAAK0E/N6EKEvaBDNk/s72-c/IMG_3187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-5562926328362081948</id><published>2009-09-24T21:18:00.012+09:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T16:41:52.622+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='環境'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environment'/><title type='text'>Polar Bears are huggable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #99ffff;"&gt;Polar bears have to be at the top of my favorite animals' list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #99ffff;"&gt;This piece reveals my feelings towards these magnificent and endangered creatures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="300" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385062295704238498" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SruVoGzM-aI/AAAAAAAAKk0/dNlKdzfn_vQ/s400/IMG_2829.JPG" style="display: block; height: 240px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385225665514039538" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SrwqNexH6PI/AAAAAAAAKk8/lcamKQBSwNk/s320/IMG_2832.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 264px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #99ffff;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #99ffff;"&gt;* Everything, big or small, effects the universe no matter whether we're aware of it or not. Take responsibility for the environment and know that you make an impact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shreyasinha/3950151951/"&gt;better version on Flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/28094378-5562926328362081948?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/5562926328362081948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=5562926328362081948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/5562926328362081948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/5562926328362081948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2009/09/sleep-heads.html' title='Polar Bears are huggable'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SruVoGzM-aI/AAAAAAAAKk0/dNlKdzfn_vQ/s72-c/IMG_2829.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-7491302056366460058</id><published>2009-09-23T18:20:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T18:27:49.935+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The Art of Living</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We live in a rapidly changing world where things are becoming multicultural at an exceedingly fast rate. We are introduced to so much information that it gets a bit difficult to keep up with all thats going on "within" ourselves and in our minds while being constantly on the move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artofliving.org/intl/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;The Art of Living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; courses help us have a mind free from prejudice and judgments by tapping the breath which, as you all know, is vital to our existence and also connects our body, mind and emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;For instance, if you notice our &lt;a href="http://www.aolresearch.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;breaths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; change according to our emotions. When we are upset or angry, exhalation, sighs, hmphs are frequent as compared to when we're happy or excited, we inhale, laugh or gasp more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So, when these three rhythms in us are in sync, we feel a sense of harmony and well-being :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You should try it, it is an amazing experience!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/28094378-7491302056366460058?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/7491302056366460058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=7491302056366460058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/7491302056366460058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/7491302056366460058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2009/09/art-of-living.html' title='The Art of Living'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-4779638104419679205</id><published>2009-09-20T22:41:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T21:41:36.178+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Elf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;The first artwork created by my new palette of &lt;a href="http://www.winsornewton.com/products/water-colours/cotman-water-colour/"&gt;Winsor and Newton Cotman watercolors.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;Love the way her hair turned out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SrYyDCZdj2I/AAAAAAAAKfw/6LM_xs_CXbE/s320/IMG_2821.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383545432332668770" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SrYyD__uEnI/AAAAAAAAKf4/pbYk3x5RZXc/s1600-h/IMG_2823.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SrYyD__uEnI/AAAAAAAAKf4/pbYk3x5RZXc/s1600-h/IMG_2823.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SrYyD__uEnI/AAAAAAAAKf4/pbYk3x5RZXc/s320/IMG_2823.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383545448867697266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shreyasinha/3937392350/"&gt;better version on Flickr&lt;/a&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/28094378-4779638104419679205?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/4779638104419679205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=4779638104419679205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/4779638104419679205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/4779638104419679205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2009/09/lady-elf.html' title='Lady Elf'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SrYyDCZdj2I/AAAAAAAAKfw/6LM_xs_CXbE/s72-c/IMG_2821.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-183273853744660945</id><published>2009-09-17T21:20:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T21:48:07.705+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddha</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SrIvF7vR6VI/AAAAAAAAKfY/n_tcA50OMRg/s320/IMG_2817.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382416283643013458" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SrIvG9EN7uI/AAAAAAAAKfo/xwUy0rAo9yg/s1600-h/IMG_2816.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SrIvG9EN7uI/AAAAAAAAKfo/xwUy0rAo9yg/s1600-h/IMG_2816.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SrIvG9EN7uI/AAAAAAAAKfo/xwUy0rAo9yg/s320/IMG_2816.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382416301179137762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shreyasinha/3928115031/in/photostream/"&gt;BETTER VERSION ON FLICKR&lt;/a&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/28094378-183273853744660945?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/183273853744660945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=183273853744660945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/183273853744660945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/183273853744660945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2009/09/buddha.html' title='Buddha'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SrIvF7vR6VI/AAAAAAAAKfY/n_tcA50OMRg/s72-c/IMG_2817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-4221954930665536762</id><published>2009-09-15T10:39:00.010+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T11:10:35.800+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan Chronicles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SrBItneInZI/AAAAAAAAKbM/pil_AYLOk5w/s1600-h/IMG_2759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SrBItneInZI/AAAAAAAAKbM/pil_AYLOk5w/s320/IMG_2759.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381881503234432402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shreyasinha/3883658874/in/set-72157622249175867/"&gt;BETTER VERSION ON FLICKR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/28094378-4221954930665536762?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/4221954930665536762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=4221954930665536762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/4221954930665536762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/4221954930665536762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2009/09/japan-chronicles.html' title='Japan Chronicles'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SrBItneInZI/AAAAAAAAKbM/pil_AYLOk5w/s72-c/IMG_2759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-416373641270216465</id><published>2009-09-15T00:06:00.015+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T11:17:25.298+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Charlie's Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Being a former student of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.welhamgirls.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Welham Girls' School, India,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt; I create designs for t-shirts and greeting cards that are sold as souvenirs during school events. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;The funny looking dots on the girls' uniforms are, what we at Welham, call "tadpoles". They are a Welhamite's identity - a print every girl associates herself with and can't do without after living in the boarding school for 8 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SrBKijK0fwI/AAAAAAAAKcs/WKBD_zzGKGg/s320/grab-shot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381883512124374786" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shreyasinha/3919983526/"&gt;BETTER VERSION ON FLICKR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/28094378-416373641270216465?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/416373641270216465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=416373641270216465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/416373641270216465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/416373641270216465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2009/09/charlies-angels.html' title='Charlie&apos;s Angels'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SrBKijK0fwI/AAAAAAAAKcs/WKBD_zzGKGg/s72-c/grab-shot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-9158190100461877160</id><published>2009-09-14T23:51:00.021+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T11:38:17.877+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>I Have Wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); "&gt;Illustrations for &lt;i&gt;I Have Wings&lt;/i&gt; coffee-table book released as a memento for Welham Girls' School's 50th Anniversary in 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SrBMS_hOxEI/AAAAAAAAKc8/sKKh6hCr6-0/s1600-h/GRASS.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SrBMS_hOxEI/AAAAAAAAKc8/sKKh6hCr6-0/s320/GRASS.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381885443879912514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SrBMSAqK3LI/AAAAAAAAKc0/xwrN0BoHT5Y/s1600-h/sailor.gif" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;I had used Pegasus in a black &amp;amp; white illustration I created for my high school magazine, Chrysalis, in 2006. To add some perspective to the illustration I have been itching to remake it in color ever since and finally did so only a few weeks back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;I love both the works and here it is in color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SqmtR4l0HXI/AAAAAAAAKaA/R0QZNEgKTbo/s400/IMG_2630.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380021752631139698" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shreyasinha/3883654998/in/photostream/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;BETTER VERSION ON FLICKR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, serif;color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&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/28094378-2770997213521388738?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/2770997213521388738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=2770997213521388738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/2770997213521388738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/2770997213521388738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2009/09/pegasus-and-ladies_11.html' title='Pegasus and the Ladies'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SqmtR4l0HXI/AAAAAAAAKaA/R0QZNEgKTbo/s72-c/IMG_2630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-7710801251931643372</id><published>2009-08-07T09:47:00.008+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T11:39:56.717+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lifesaver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SnutwQGuqBI/AAAAAAAAKXU/bW1yVN0ZjcE/s200/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367074425410594834" /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;With growing urbanization and slums around the globe, the number of deaths caused by drinking contaminated dirty water is on the rise. We wonder how we could efficiently provide these people and secure ourselves of having this basic commodity no matter where we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;Well, here is the soluti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;on. Its called&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifesaversystems.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;The Lifesaver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;If you're like me and you'd rather watch than read, check out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/michael_pritchard_invents_a_water_filter.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;a talk given by its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/michael_pritchard_invents_a_water_filter.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;founder Michael Pritchard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt; at one of the TED conferences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;The Lifesaver is a safe, easy-to-use water purifier that can make the most revolting water drinkable in seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;Why spend money on mineral water or wait for a natural calamity to hit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;Get your own Lifesaver now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/28094378-7710801251931643372?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/7710801251931643372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=7710801251931643372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/7710801251931643372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/7710801251931643372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2009/08/lifesaver.html' title='The Lifesaver'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SnutwQGuqBI/AAAAAAAAKXU/bW1yVN0ZjcE/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-4556181287330958478</id><published>2009-07-29T17:07:00.025+09:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T18:43:38.249+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>Making the Right decision</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;Sometimes when logic prevails, we ignore our gut feelings, understanding later that a rational approach was only one way of determining the situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;After much debate in my own head I took up a 9-to-5 job in a Japanese company as my gateway into the world. Between testing &amp;amp; cleaning machines and experiencing the comfortable life in sub-urban Tokyo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;I made peace with the usual office chores that almost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt; my friends are mentally (if not physically) doing with their lives in Japan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;I had taken up this job by l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;ooking at patterns in lives of people around me. While I associated myself with them I also convinced myself that the same is bound for me unless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;makes things happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;Now, after one and a half years, I realize that we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt; are never given anything unless we truly have the desire for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;Fate, chance, luck - exists only in our hearts and minds to help us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;achieve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;what we want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;. But the first step into seeing that dream has to be ALWAYS done by us alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;I decided to quit my job just before they moved me into the highly respectable Sales office so that I can pursue my dream of studying art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;At work some mates told me its crazy to QUIT a 'secured' in this economic situation while my bosses said its a crazy idea altogether to go school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt; when I'm already making a living. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;I know all of the above are true. But more than anything else I know I am not going to be one of those who lives their entire life only realizing in the last days that I could have been somebody had I done it differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;Its always harder to do the right than the easier wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;What follows after 20th August might be an easy or a difficult set of experiences. But I know I will MAKE my own path, look back and smile at whatever was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/28094378-4556181287330958478?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/4556181287330958478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=4556181287330958478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/4556181287330958478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/4556181287330958478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2009/07/having-fear.html' title='Making the Right decision'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-9009760094396237052</id><published>2009-07-22T15:35:00.013+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T19:19:56.457+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Solar Eclipse - limelight or ill omen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;While the world marveled the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;total solar eclipse 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; earlier today morning, my Japanese workmates in Tokyo were least interested to know anything about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Occurring for the first time in 46yrs, the next predicted to be in 2132, the sun, moon and earth aligned themselves for 6 mins 39 secs to create near darkness after dawn in Asia and the Pacific regions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was thrilled to receive constant updates in Japan from my twin sister who watched the eclipse in our hometown of Patna (India), which was one of ideal cities to view the occurrence. She told me that her excitement matched nothing compared to that of one of our helpers at home, whose small village of Taregna was the BEST spot to view the eclipse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With more than two lakh researchers, astronomers, scientists and people from across the globe descend in Taregna to view the event, the villagers didn't know what they had done to deserve the sudden limelight. Taregna (means "stars" in the local language) and nearby Khagual (derived from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;khagshastra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; which means "astronomy") are the places where the 6th century astronomer-mathematician &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aryabhata"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ARYABHATTA*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; had camped and built his observatory at the Sun Temple for his studies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aryabhata"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*ARYABHATTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; found the notion of zero and also proposed that the earth rotates on its axis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It gave me a kick to think that in India, where superstitions sometimes takes the excitement out of people's lives (like the eclipse being a bad omen i.e. a triumph of the evil over good) people, even in a rural areas, were more concerned whether they would get a view of the eclipse more than anything else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For me this a positive change in the mindset and I don't think there are any ill omens to it. Moreover, it is inspiring to see people be in awe of the universe unlike my workmates in Japan who don't seem to care about anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Life is to enjoy, celebrate and be happy about and not just stare at a screen 24/7.&lt;/span&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/28094378-9009760094396237052?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/9009760094396237052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=9009760094396237052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/9009760094396237052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/9009760094396237052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2009/07/solar-eclipse-limelight-or-ill-omen.html' title='Solar Eclipse - limelight or ill omen?'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-6188027895058186878</id><published>2009-06-18T16:11:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T19:20:33.538+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Scared to be ME?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am going through an artist’s block these days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After attending my very first SCBWI (Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators) in Tokyo last week, I was enthused to create a portfolio like no other for my art school applications. Since majority of my works are illustrations in black &amp;amp; white (owing to the format of a students’ magazine I was a part of during high school), I wasn’t sure whether presenting these drawings would be good enough to get me into a school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Almost every one of the designers and authors I met at SCBWI network meeting said that I should remake a few illustrations by adding colors to them. Getting suggestions from people who were in the field I am hoping to plunge into, I put my energy in asking them for as much feedback and advice as possible. They reciprocated and were kind enough to give me tips on page layouts, backgrounds, designs and most importantly – on creating a storyline while showcasing my work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All said and done, I returned to my den excited as crazy on Thursday with scraps of paper and visiting cards but then the weekend came along and turned me upside down, taking away my thrills. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The weirdest thought occurred to me just before I sat to start my first illustration re-make. I was scared as hell to re-do my own drawings, petrified whether I will be able to re-create it or not. Being a person extremely annoyed with distorted and imperfect pictures, especially if I am the artist, I have been holding back for a week now to work on my own portfolio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ironically, I need to gather strength and support from me to be me! &lt;/span&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/28094378-6188027895058186878?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/6188027895058186878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=6188027895058186878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/6188027895058186878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/6188027895058186878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2009/06/scared-to-be-me.html' title='Scared to be ME?'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-1305938448670172956</id><published>2009-06-17T11:11:00.015+09:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T16:42:11.180+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='環境'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>Switch to Electric?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;An overview of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.betterplace.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;BETTER PLACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;, the leading electric vehicle (EV) services provider, catalyzing the transition to sustainable transportation -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we have consumed only 30% of the Earth’s proven reserves, much of the remaining supply is locked away in unconventional sources like tar sands and deep water, making it far more expensive to extract.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Over the last 100 years, oil has fueled industrial development, mobility and prosperity for much of the world. Future progress will be made possible by new sources of energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sustainable electric automotive solution is vital to economic opportunity, energy independence and a cleaner planet. Never have the prospects been better. Consumers are enthusiastic about the shift to electric vehicles (EVs) and their potential to eliminate exposure to surges in gas prices, foster new job opportunities, and reduce CO2 emissions and improve air quality. Governments are increasingly supportive as they look to stimulate weakened economies and improve trade balances. Automakers are developing an increasingly diverse range of new electric powered vehicles in hopes of revitalizing exceptionally weak consumer demand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;View my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://10words.betterplace.com/minifesto/2059"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;MINIFESTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', -webkit-fantasy; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/28094378-1305938448670172956?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/1305938448670172956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=1305938448670172956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/1305938448670172956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/1305938448670172956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2009/06/switch-to-electric_17.html' title='Switch to Electric?'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-7802808575713086370</id><published>2009-06-17T10:52:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T19:21:24.454+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The meaning of Travieso</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It completely slipped out of my mind to explain the meaning of my blog "stash-travieso" on Blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, Travieso is a Spanish word, with a number of meanings.&lt;br /&gt;Some of these are - transverse, oblique, Restless (inquieto), uneasy, flighty, knavish, turbulent, noisy; mischievous.&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I chose Travieso because a number of people mistake me for being a Spanish/Mexican.&lt;br /&gt;What amazes me is that an English word can sound really cool by adding an "o" or " i " at the end of it. You know what I mean... finito, momento, inquieto !!!&lt;br /&gt;I seriously feel I would enjoy learning Spanish and have the ability to become pretty good it.&lt;br /&gt;But with my present toils to cope with speaking and learn Japanese at work make me tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, given the right frame of mind and time, I think I will give it a shot to learn some Spanish !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-7802808575713086370?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/7802808575713086370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=7802808575713086370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/7802808575713086370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/7802808575713086370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2009/06/meaning-of-travieso.html' title='The meaning of Travieso'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-4766889305177610898</id><published>2009-04-08T15:51:00.008+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T19:21:33.227+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>How fish leads to Absinthe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hearing about a friend's visit to Tsukiji, the largest seafood market in the world, I couldnt stop myself from searching for videos of it online. Enormous fish being brought in, sliced, packed and frozen for the sushi eating Japanese was pretty amazing!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual I got caught up on youtube and watched a couple of big tuna fishing videos, which led me to read a few chapters of the online version of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="OMS Read online" href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/21616/The-Old-Man-and-the-Sea" target="_blank" mce_href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/21616/The-Old-Man-and-the-Sea"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THE OLD MAN AND THE SEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(you see, the old man used to catch marlins!!) Then I started reading about Hemingway ('cuz he was the author of OMS) and began wondering why he shot himself. This made me discover that he drank heaps of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Absinthe" target="_blank" mce_href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Absinthe"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ABSINTHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; (which causes mental instability) and that one of its cocktails is actually called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Death in afternoon recipe" href="http://www.absintheonline.com/acatalog/Cocktails.html" target="_blank" mce_href="http://www.absintheonline.com/acatalog/Cocktails.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;DEATH IN THE AFTERNOON &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(cuz Hemingway shot himself in the afternoon). This led to articles on the origins of absinthe, how it has medicinal value but then it was banned cuz a couple of people started to go high on it, and what is its status quo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough I realized I had spent an hour and a half reading/viewing/searching/finding stuff on the internet just as I used to flip through channels on the TV as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tons of weird information that can help me initiate good conversations on any of the above topics. But is it really going to help me anywhere??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless the internet, the new idiot-box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-4766889305177610898?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/4766889305177610898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=4766889305177610898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/4766889305177610898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/4766889305177610898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-fish-leads-to-absinthe.html' title='How fish leads to Absinthe'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-4222197692508497777</id><published>2009-04-07T12:45:00.025+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:25:20.829+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>Aesthetic alteration or a painful experience?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My first tattoo sprang out of a rush of heat in the summer of 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It was the graduation of four of my closest friends and 3 of us, including me, had planned to get ourselves printed-on before D-day. The graduates were tied up in their packing and throwing away sprees of clothes, furniture and what not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;everyone collects crazy stuff over 4 years of life in Japan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; I was left alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It was a now or never situation and so... I went for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Deep Tattoo Studio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; is a small white structure behind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shidax.co.jp/sc/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Shidax karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. Even though the building looked unfinished from the inside with its revealed skeleton of grey pipelines and beams, I could feel the "hygiene" on entering the studio with the faint smell of antiseptic in air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;After 10 mins of brainstorm I decided it was safe to get a Japanese &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;kanji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; cuz I didn't want to freak out myself more than anyone else by getting cats, snakes or any sort of creepy design, plus a kanji would represent my life in Japan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I didn't want the usual cliches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;幸福、&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;調和、&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;愛、平和 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(happiness, prosperity, love &amp;amp; peace) instead smth that looked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; yet complex with tons of sharp strokes and I settled for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;優.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yu' can be written using different kanji characters and can have meanings that range from benevolent, amiable &amp;amp; fond to excel &amp;amp; superior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A stencil with the kanji print was pasted on my right shoulder and then the outline, shading and filling started. For each of the three process there was a different kind of needle used. The process wasn't painful although I do recall it being similar to a million ants crawling over me. Once the tattoo was complete I was bandaged properly and given a small box of tattoo-goo for the aftercare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I was excited like a newborn I galloped on my way home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;x x x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;With puzzled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Did it hurt?" and "Why did you do it?" from friends and family it has been three years since. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I still smile at these questions and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;look forward to getting a new one soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SdrR5F0bvyI/AAAAAAAAKDc/DwKMEIq3XrQ/s1600-h/060921_0206~02.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321796688436510498" style="WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SdrR5F0bvyI/AAAAAAAAKDc/DwKMEIq3XrQ/s400/060921_0206~02.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SdrSGXFqsmI/AAAAAAAAKDk/tYSvGnUTFxE/s1600-h/060921_0206~01_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321796916410495586" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SdrSGXFqsmI/AAAAAAAAKDk/tYSvGnUTFxE/s400/060921_0206~01_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-4222197692508497777?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/4222197692508497777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=4222197692508497777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/4222197692508497777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/4222197692508497777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2009/04/aesthetic-alteration-or-painful.html' title='Aesthetic alteration or a painful experience?'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SdrR5F0bvyI/AAAAAAAAKDc/DwKMEIq3XrQ/s72-c/060921_0206~02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-500090081153220943</id><published>2009-03-31T15:28:00.012+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:26:05.648+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>The acting is Abysmal... Watchmen (3/10)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;" This is, after all, a movie where the lead character is a naked blue man on steroids who uses his super powers to duplicate himself and have a me and myself threesome with his superbabe.&lt;br /&gt;... ... ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;With the exception of Jackie Earl Haley's Rorschach, the acting is abysmal, particularly MArin Ackerman's Silk Specter, who after being teleported to another planet, exclaims "OHMYGAWD, we're on Mars!" She also gets the fakest looking sex scene this side of "Showgirls" with Patrick Wilson's Nite Owl. (And fans of Leonard Cohen will wince at the cheap use of his song "Halleluja" here.) "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Source &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://search.japantimes.co.jp/cgi-bin/ff20090327a2.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;http://search.japantimes.co.jp/cgi-bin/ff20090327a2.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, we didn’t have a clue of how these superheroes got their powers in the first place. I got the point that they all had messed up childhoods and were pretty down to earth and pissed about humans being a bunch of loonies trying to kill each other and fighting all the time. But Watchmen were the SUPERHEROES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing super heroic about the character of Rorschach except his paint-moving mask or the Night Owl, a simple man in love with the superbabe, or the superbabe herself who waves her black hair in the yellow latex jumpsuit every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a LOT of unnecessary flesh-muscle-blood flying around in the movie, especially the scene with two diseased dogs fighting over a little girl's leg for meat was highly gruesome and uncalled for. I mean, the audiences have a heart you know!!! Even 300 or Dark Knight - which got into a bit of controversy for the amount of violence - were far from being this insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only character in the movie having actual super powers was the blue man Dr. Manhattan - was naked 90% of the time!! He wore nice suits once in a while but seriously how about trying on a pair of boxers or briefs for the rest of the movie? It would have saved the audiences from having scary dreams of your blue weenie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the movie made sense only to those who have read the book because it gave them super visuals of what they had read. It was something like the Da Vinci Code, where the audience was a bit clueless about what was going on had they not read the book earlier (and Tom Hanks hair was unforgettable).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I would rate Watchmen as a 3 on 10. Those who see it, might do so on their own peril. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-500090081153220943?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/500090081153220943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=500090081153220943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/500090081153220943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/500090081153220943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2009/03/acting-is-abysmal-watchmen.html' title='The acting is Abysmal... Watchmen (3/10)'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-1750170695974786395</id><published>2009-03-06T14:51:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T16:02:28.816+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Realization of Death</title><content type='html'>I have often wondered how we understand the concept of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my grandfather passed away in 1990 I was only 6years old. My twin and I were rushed out of our classroom and taken home. As we came into the living room I saw my grandfather lie on the floor covered with white sheets. To me he looked sound asleep and I wondered why he wouldn't just wake up when there were so many people around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wandered from one room to another noticing that crying was a common practice in all of them. She saw my bewildered expression and said &lt;em&gt;"He's never coming back again&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt; I didn't understand what she meant so I replied &lt;em&gt;"From where?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she shushed me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 1995 and my family had broken its journey in Delhi on their way to seeing us twins off to Welham, a girls boarding school in Dehradun.&lt;br /&gt;I had a strange dream that night. I was in a battlefield and my neck had been slashed open - causing my head to continuously tilt backwards because of lack of support. It was gruesome. I ran from soldier to soldier in the dream, asking them to stitch me back so that I could carry on fighting against the enemy, but no one could hear or see me.&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time I understood death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I hung on to my aunt, mum &amp;amp; dad throughout the journey, continuously stroking them to make sure they were there (looking at family members with a fear of losing them can be highly traumatizing for a 10year old).&lt;br /&gt;I have tried to re-dream that battlefield for as long as I can remember, but I still haven't been able to stitch my neck back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is the end of life whether we acknowledge it or not.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I am bad at saying goodbyes, I think its realization ever since that day gave me the freedom and strength to dream, be fearless of losing people or moving places, because in the end we stand alone to leave and gather memories of those we love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-1750170695974786395?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/1750170695974786395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=1750170695974786395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/1750170695974786395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/1750170695974786395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2009/03/realization-of-death.html' title='Realization of Death'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-1987864959412837354</id><published>2009-02-25T09:22:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:19:22.900+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>a-wake or a-sleep</title><content type='html'>A normal Wednesday, my alarm went off at 7am, I got out of bed, walked through the kitchen to the bathroom, brushed and was taking a shower when I realized that my alarm was ringing again it was 7.30 and I was still in bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a weird incident for me because even though I have very realistic dreams, today was the first time I &lt;em&gt;believed&lt;/em&gt; that I could sleep while making my body do smth I didn’t want to do – i.e. get out of bed in the cold to take a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard of kids peeing in their beds, but showering... lolz, that would have been a sight!&lt;br /&gt;Neways,&lt;br /&gt;I think its a sign to hit the bed @ 10pm tonight!!&lt;br /&gt;My consciousness really needs a break from worldly winter rain, cold and creative TED talks :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-1987864959412837354?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/1987864959412837354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=1987864959412837354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/1987864959412837354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/1987864959412837354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2009/02/wake-or-sleep.html' title='a-wake or a-sleep'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-954755936046958450</id><published>2009-02-03T11:18:00.008+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:19:51.247+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Getting out of the puddle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Consumers or Creators on &lt;a href="http://highergrounde.wordpress.com/2009/01/14/consumer-or-creator/"&gt;HIGHER GROUNDE&lt;/a&gt; - A must read !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think am definitely working or at least trying hard to become a creator so that I can live my life the way I want to. But the attractions of a consumer’s life - the new iPhone or an overseas trip on my company's expense, just keep enticing my mind from putting in my 100% in achieving my goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read somewhere that all material goods have a short lifespan, a snap and their happiness fades away like a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no doubt that once we have achieved a certain level of maturity in the field that is most suitable for us, all the things that we crave now IS easily accessible and their pleasures are certainly more satisfying if not forever-lasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we understand and know all of this, why is it so hard to channel our energies to take actions that will make us happy in the long-term? Why does the mind get stuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will stop brooding over such thoughts and figure it out on &lt;a href="http://highergrounde.wordpress.com/"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;the road to &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; higher grounde&lt;/em&gt;..."&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-954755936046958450?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/954755936046958450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=954755936046958450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/954755936046958450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/954755936046958450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2009/02/removing-patch.html' title='Getting out of the puddle'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-4005331473939793468</id><published>2009-01-22T14:26:00.015+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T00:25:19.432+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Sneak-Peek Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pearls Before Swine by Stephan Pastis&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SXgGt9V-OJI/AAAAAAAAJ70/WH6uygJ41SA/s1600-h/zeeba+hand.gif"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- a quick look - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(44, 161, 165); line-height: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://comics.com/pearls_before_swine/2008-09-20/" title="Pearls Before Swine"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.comics.com/dyn/str_strip/000000000/00000000/0000000/100000/20000/8000/300/128312/128312.full.gif" border="0" alt="Pearls Before Swine" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Read more on - &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/pearlswine/?skip=80&amp;amp;tag=crocs"&gt;http://community.livejournal.com/pearlswine/?skip=80&amp;amp;tag=crocs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-4005331473939793468?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/4005331473939793468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=4005331473939793468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/4005331473939793468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/4005331473939793468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2009/01/sneek-peek-week.html' title='Sneak-Peek Week'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-5126938585164004107</id><published>2009-01-15T09:51:00.011+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:45:29.135+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>being extra 'chanto'..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Im just sooooooooo mad right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, this ex-boss of mine pesters to provide a pick-up everyday to Yon and me, saying that its too bad we don’t get transportation fee cuz we live within 2 kms of our office.&lt;br /&gt;Now, he’s supposed to come between 8~8:10 every morning to pick us up, and today he royally forgets to not only come but doesn’t even call to inform us!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, there is a perfectly secure and an on-time bus service that runs from my place to the office, but noooo Yon says, “Shrezza~, we should not spend 170yen when we he is being so generous“… for WHAT !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today morning, when he reached our house at 8:20 (BTW, first bell for work goes off at 8.25am), he called Yon to tell her that he already punched our time-cards at the office since he was there earlier, so we can be late.&lt;br /&gt;Now Yon, for some reason skipped ‘him’ punching our cards, and tells me to call Bunpo – who works with us – to ask him to put our cards. So I message Bunpo, who puts in the cards too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On reaching work, Yon and I go to see if Bunpo did as instructed and we find that both our cards are signed in at 8:01(ex-boss’s punched in time) and then signed out at 8.29 (Bunpo’s punched in time).&lt;br /&gt;Since I am usually unaware of the dates and days, I think that 15th was yesterday, conclude that NOONE punched our cards, and slide my card into the machine before Yon gives out a faint ‘nooo Shreza’ when the machine prints a bright red 8.35am… i.e. I messed up!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now MY card has 3 different times on it Yon has 2 but moreover, I have one that is bright RED in color… perfectO&lt;br /&gt;You know, this is the reason I always do my work on my own. I do not trust people - especially those who laugh like jackasses saying ‘you never listen to me and always raise your voice when I am saying something’. Well mister, you’re crazy and too old to get stuff into your head, who wants to hear it from you, you tried to act smart and it backfired BIGTIME putting our creditability at stake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I come late and even take extra holidays (for which the company cuts my salary as it is against the soul of a Japanese to do so) and I’ll prolly go to jail in the Japanese hell for these bad conducts- all said and done, I take do as I please, suffer the consequences, I even pay for it and I don’t look back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do not lie or ask ppl to put cards in to ‘show’ that I am always on-time and &lt;em&gt;chanto&lt;/em&gt; (i.e. extra cautious and proper in Japanese) sumi-freaking-masen!!!&lt;br /&gt;Im just soo mad right now… aarrggh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it all, when I told him that it was &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; mistake and we should have just let our cards be as they were - cuz we were late by mere 5mins - he has the balls to laugh hysterically and say that he is the highest ranking person in the office, and so I should not disagree with him. Uh, earth to dumbass, you messed up and me look like a stupid person...&lt;br /&gt;Do hell with it!&lt;br /&gt;If the HR says anything to me, I will tell them it was his fault.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I am commuting to and from work on my own starting today evening after work, I don’t care a rat’s ass what he or Yon or anyone else thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am done listening and having this crazy-old-japanese-man snigger at me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-5126938585164004107?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/5126938585164004107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=5126938585164004107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/5126938585164004107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/5126938585164004107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2009/01/trying-to-be-extra-chantommm.html' title='being extra &apos;chanto&apos;..'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-3136226263597345430</id><published>2009-01-08T08:49:00.008+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:45:03.532+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>home again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SWVESLGqm6I/AAAAAAAAJ3g/T-m-74YdhH8/s1600-h/perfect+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288708416425597858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SWVESLGqm6I/AAAAAAAAJ3g/T-m-74YdhH8/s400/perfect+day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy New Years Everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Im back in Japan and still NOT in the back-to-work mode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My new year's trip was a blast esp. becuz I met up with friends after 5yrs of high school graduation. The years we haven't seen each other for didnt matter. We have all started working and a lot has happened in each of our lives ever since we left school, but none of it mattered or showed in the manner we behaved with each other - We were 18 again (and it happened quite naturally!!!) hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I realized that friends are there just to remind us of who we are, what we dream of, and to believe and become what we want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have been feeling grateful for all those I have shared my life with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you all for being there :)&lt;br /&gt;Tons of Love and Hugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-3136226263597345430?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/3136226263597345430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=3136226263597345430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/3136226263597345430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/3136226263597345430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-years-everyone-im-back-in.html' title='home again'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SWVESLGqm6I/AAAAAAAAJ3g/T-m-74YdhH8/s72-c/perfect+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-4181448008947717821</id><published>2009-01-07T22:49:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T16:01:48.906+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin'/><title type='text'>* Twinnie *</title><content type='html'>Being in Japan without Isha makes me feel like a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;single&lt;/span&gt; kid for the first time in my life. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever someone asked me - how does it feel to be a twin, I just said "its normal" because I never had an answer. But I think its the biggest support and strength I have been given.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We occasionally met up after starting work in April in different cities, but the constant status updates by either messages or calls every-30mins after work kept us informed abt whats happening/happened in our daily lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I feel like being left alone in open sea, I dont know what to swim towards, and more than anything else, I dont have her with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*Note to Self: Im not as depressed as this post sounds, just overwhelmed that there is no more of Ish-n-Shre together in Japan anymore.&lt;/span&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/28094378-4181448008947717821?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/4181448008947717821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=4181448008947717821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/4181448008947717821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/4181448008947717821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2009/01/twinnie.html' title='* Twinnie *'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-8625815041278240100</id><published>2008-12-22T10:44:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:51:42.572+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>brim full of changes as the year gets over..</title><content type='html'>My last day at work for 2008 today!! I’m leaving for the US tomorrow afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;It was a crazy decision to make, and its going to be a WILD trip with a reunion of school friends after almost 6yrs~ I am excited, yet a lil tipsy abt how the next year will be when I come back in Jan 09!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking over all that happened this year brings tons of mixed feelings.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of crazy occurances took place, and (hopefully) theyve made me as strong as the change they brought with them. Working in a Japanese company, I spoke enough about it so I wouldn’t go over the topic in this entry again :P Having said that, out of the three major changes this year (including the former), my twin’s engagement stood second on the list, smth I am &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; trying to make peace with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the most excited - after her - and extremely happy she is going to spend her life with such an amazing person. I have no doubt they will have an incredible life together. But having been with her continuously for 24yrs is inbuilt into my system since before I was born. Marriage brings one of the greatest changes in a person’s character, and relationships esp. between siblings become quite delicate. (I remember everyday I would change the topic or simply run away whenever we were alone at home, because I didn’t want her to tell me that she had made up her mind to get married, and thus, was ready to leave home.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smts I think one of the silliest reasons we live our life is to get really good at letting go and realizing the impermanent nature of everything around us. It brings a huge strength or it brings great fear - either of them lead to the same point - Life Changes. The bad moments go with a blink, and the good ones fly away even faster. Nothing lasts, yet we all remain.&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;Live and Love in 2009 with greater intensity than before. May the year bring amazing experiences, and may you work towards making all your dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all my love,&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-8625815041278240100?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/8625815041278240100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=8625815041278240100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/8625815041278240100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/8625815041278240100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2008/12/brim-full-of-changes-as-year-gets-over.html' title='brim full of changes as the year gets over..'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-8380380251947423989</id><published>2008-12-04T15:29:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:45:54.524+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='supernatural'/><title type='text'>To scare or not to scare, that is the question</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;About 2 weeks ago, my next door neighbor, Yon had a weird occurrence in her apartment. On reaching home returned home after work she found her laundry basket displaced about 2-3 feet from its original position of being next to the washing machine. She was certain that she hadn’t moved the object for the simple reason that Japanese apartments are space constraint and doing so would leave just about 10cms between the washbasin and the bathroom – impossible for her to stand in the middle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caution was the need of the hour, and we checked her house to make sure no one was in her closet, toilet, hiding under the mattress or in the bed. With all the windows and doors closed we found no evidence of someone had broken in, so we concluded that Yon must have forgotten to put the basket back in its place in the morning. As a matter of fact, most of us do our early morning chorus in a haze of sleepiness – routines like brushing ones teeth or going through laundry baskets to find a pair of semi-clean socks, isn’t something anyone pays attention to if you’re sleepy and cold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said this and being certain that she was indeed too sleepy to remember the details we carried on with our dinner in our respective homes.&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to work and later that evening when we returned home, Yon gave a loud scream on entering her house. She had let the door ajar, so I ran into her room to find her standing in the center of the room pointing at the basket which had been displaced again!&lt;br /&gt;For a second I thought that she might be playing a practical joke on me and had put the basket in the same position as the previous day. But the expression on her face was of anxiety and shock, and matched with mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked the inner &lt;em&gt;tatami&lt;/em&gt; room (this time I had a pan in my hand and she had a huge roller) - whacked the quilt to see if anyone came out, checked the cupboards and bathroom again.&lt;br /&gt;I realized my house was left open, so we went and locked it and quickly came back to Yon’s place. We sat and stared at the basket and called up our company’s HR department. In a jiff our supervisor came over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We explained the happenings to her to which she gave us some very peculiar but believable explanations and told us what to do next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(To be Continued…)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-8380380251947423989?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/8380380251947423989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=8380380251947423989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/8380380251947423989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/8380380251947423989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-scare-or-not-to-scare-that-is.html' title='To scare or not to scare, that is the question'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-8754761147912510738</id><published>2008-10-14T10:59:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:50:51.585+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>still searching</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life has changed much since the last time I posted an entry.&lt;br /&gt;I am now living in a small town called Isehara in Kanagawa (a bit far away from Tokyo), working in a Japanese manufacturing company that makes huge machines for famous manufacturing companies in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing about machines, like rolls, mills, their motors and working pipes and wires or even working in a factory sounds just about manageable on a temporary basis. It’s weird that unlike most others who finished university with me, I am yet to find something that I REALLY want to continue as a career. And the work I do now is definitely ‘not’ something I was expecting to do after APU, let alone it being the job I am going to do for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the question is – how is it that I find MY ultimate &amp;amp; perfect work (if there is smth such as that)?&lt;br /&gt;Should I look into a Graduate school, or find myself an art course/job - which is one of the things I ‘think’ I can do well. But mostly I want to know how long is it going to take me to get out of my current workplace to find that something I'd love doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-8754761147912510738?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/8754761147912510738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=8754761147912510738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/8754761147912510738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/8754761147912510738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2008/10/still-searching.html' title='still searching'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-2182791439439194542</id><published>2008-07-08T14:33:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:46:24.609+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>rust, rain and refrain</title><content type='html'>Working in a Japanese factory can be more life altering than working in a Japanese firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While most of my friends in Japan sit in front of computers, mixing and matching documents or conduct surveys for the next business deal, I sit in a factory with bunch of workers who are trying hard to teach me about heat, pressure and atoms in Japanese. It only brought back memories of studying Physics, and made me realize that Im still good at making perplexed expressions when I dont comprehend what the other person is saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, with the rainy season coming to an end the smell of wet leaves refreshes my days in the factory, but some of those who joined with me seem to be going insane. The smell chemicals and weird liquids is becoming an integral part of our lives. What gave us headaches and nausea earlier has now started giving us the same if not inhaled once a day. Bruises and cuts tattoo our exteriors and some of my friends have altered so much that they are able to identify whether the water they’re drinking comes from a boring-line or tank – depending on the odor of rust or pipes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, out of 4 of us who joined Inoue in 3 months back, one is quitting the company 2 months prior to his decided date. Another is going back to her country to discuss her future with parents. While the 2 of us remain here till the time we’re looking for a better option, we don’t know what is to become of us in a few months time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also makes me want to share an amusing event that I experienced a couple of nights ago.&lt;br /&gt;After having dinner with my seniors we started playing a Japanese triumph card game. The rules were simple - players had to finish their cards ASAP, the last one to finish would get punished. Being a new player I was exempted from getting punished. But it was unfair to let a round go without any punishment so the boy who came 2nd last was the victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here’s the twist. The punishment was that every other player was to put a strip of brown tape (the thick scotch-tape used for packing in the factory) to pull out a strip of hair from the loser boys legs! I had to excuse myself from pulling strips and decided on squinting and getting goose bumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the 3 hrs that we played, they were pulling hair merely by tweezers cuz the tape had gotten over!! Somehow people were highly enthusiastic, laughed and cheered each time the game got over to see the next victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it was unbelievably stupid, gross and a painful sight for me, it was hilarious ‘cuz in the end all the guys had a side of calf absolutely clean. Whether I join the next game or not I am sure the guys will be ready to show off their ‘sekushi’ legs in summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-2182791439439194542?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/2182791439439194542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=2182791439439194542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/2182791439439194542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/2182791439439194542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2008/07/rust-rain-and-refrain.html' title='rust, rain and refrain'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-272125234092195989</id><published>2008-06-09T19:08:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:39:54.520+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>Random Killings</title><content type='html'>I don’t know how many of you heard about the random killings that took place this weekend in Japan. There was a 25yr old man who posted a note on a Japanese ‘website’ on Sunday morning that he would go to Akihabara to kill. He even mentioned that he would crash people with his car and then stab them. After his arrest, he said it as a matter-of-fact that he was ‘tired of the world’ and ‘anyone was OK’ to kill. 7 people were killed, and 10 were injured as this man tried to find something worthwhile to do with his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Japan is a safe country and all, but if a small city like Beppu can have police cars patrolling around the city every 30mins, I fail to understand why there were only 2 police officers at Akihabara, which is a highly crowded place esp. over the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a psycho Japanese guy can go around write crazy posts on websites saying that he is going to kill people cuz he is frustrated with life, and it goes unnoticed. Had it been a foreigner, he would have been put behind bars and sent back to his country for disturbing this peaceful country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main motive is NOT to start with how foreigners are discriminated in Japan, but to bring out the few issues that have been&lt;br /&gt;bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;1. For some grave reason there are too many stressed out and frustrated-with-life souls living in Japan. Recently I read that there are websites/blogs and even clubs where people can let out their frustrations by writing about how they would kill someone or commit suicide. Luckily these are all there in Japanese, so if you don’t understand or know the language that well, your mind is saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. An amusing hobby of the police in Tokyo has been to ask foreigners for their ID cards and proof that they are ‘legal’ to stay in the country. I’ve been asked to do so at least 3times in my 2months in Tokyo !!! However I would consider myself luck in comparison to "a few chosen one" who went through a much worse situation, cuz he had accidently walked 10 steps from home leaving his card in the wallet. ike hullo.. will I kill someone? Do we look like terrorists?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Plus, there was a heated discussion at work today whether this man could have been caught by the officer before causing all the chaos had the officer choked up and taken out his gun a few minutes instead of playing macho with his poking-rod. Or was it ‘fate’ that no matter what the measures had been taken, one could not save the victims.&lt;br /&gt;I think its easier to accept the situation by saying its fate, but yea, those people could have been saved if there was more security and awareness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tired, and I need to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;God bless those who gave up their lives, and God help those who got out to take the lives of others.&lt;br /&gt;Be safe and keep it real.&lt;br /&gt;LOve and big hugs to everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-272125234092195989?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/272125234092195989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=272125234092195989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/272125234092195989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/272125234092195989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2008/06/random-killings.html' title='Random Killings'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-8924494732966389999</id><published>2007-08-02T11:33:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:43:35.521+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>Spiders, not as good as Mr.Spidey</title><content type='html'>The itsy bitsy spider, crawled up the water spout,&lt;br /&gt;Down came the rain, and washed the spider out&lt;br /&gt;Out came the sun, and dried up all the rain&lt;br /&gt;And the itsy bitsy spider, crawled up the spout again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres smth about spiders that freaks the living begeeses out of me.&lt;br /&gt;i have a common dislike for all creatures crawly, slithering, slimy, posessing-tenticles like snakes, lizards, roaches, grasshoppers, crickets, octopus, crabs and the kin. no matter what you call them or how sweet the name may sound (like cockroaches are called gokiburi-chan in japanese!) i mean, WHATS IN A NAME!!! it still crawls and makes you climb up that chair/bed/ or the highest place from ground where its crawling!!&lt;br /&gt;but spiders - shiverrrrsss &amp;amp; my teeth clatter.. brrrrrrr ($%^#*^) there is NO OTHER insect or slithery thing that can make me 'feel' yucky for as long as i can if, like today, i came in contact with a spider!&lt;br /&gt;i know i know.. there are much terrifying things oon earth, but who cares.. even though i killed by spraying insect-repellant on it from a 3feet distance, picked it up by a looooong stick and threw it down my balcony, i can still feel all scratchy and i keep dusting/ brushing/ scratching myself as if i am surrounded by thousands of them in a locked room (T-T)&lt;br /&gt;i mean, arachnophobia is all fine. but im going nuts here!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IF it crawls its way back up like the Itsy-Bitsy spider and comes for revenge. WHAT IF it attacks me when im getting out of the building. WHAT IF it informed all the spiders in the surrounding area of its death right before it died - in a wavelenght deaf to humans, and told them of being sprayed and thrown off a balcony.. AND WHAT IF they're coming to avenge him.. buhuhuhuhhuhuhuhu.. im DOOOOOOMED!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-8924494732966389999?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/8924494732966389999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=8924494732966389999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/8924494732966389999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/8924494732966389999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2007/08/spiders-not-as-good-as-mrspidey.html' title='Spiders, not as good as Mr.Spidey'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-904275441142536823</id><published>2007-06-14T17:45:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:43:50.385+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>Summer Solstice 夏至</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/RnEIdSQBJ2I/AAAAAAAACQo/w1PAWPPXgVU/s1600-h/20061201_0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075847554231510882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/RnEIdSQBJ2I/AAAAAAAACQo/w1PAWPPXgVU/s200/20061201_0080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event of Candle Night began on June 22, 2003 as a volnteer event organized by many Japanese environmental NGOs. With its lil-too-cheezy-slogan of "Turn off your lights, and take it slow," calls for a two hours of complete 'lights out' and spent in the serene atmosphere of candlelights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many groups such as the Ministry of the Environment of Japan, businesses, governments &amp;amp; public facilities as well as artists in a variety of fields across Japan have shown their support for this event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The website www.candle-night.org even gives you "quidelines" on how to enjoy two hours in a candle lit environment. From DVDs and CDs sets to play on the event, to the kind of music you should listen (punk rock, jazz, electronic), the sort of activities you can do: read a book, have a quiet dinner, games you can play such as hide-n-seek, even take a bath, have a party, or sleep!!&lt;br /&gt;The event is organized in almost all over Japan, with CandleNight special talkshows over the radio in Tokyo, and candle-lit temple visits in Kyoto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's 'Candle Night Summer Solstice' will be held from June 22 to 24, from 8 p.m. to 10 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;No matter where you are and how busy your work might be, take out 2hrs on either of these 3days and be relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/RnEJVSQBJ4I/AAAAAAAACQ4/ZFe2Qgf_tFg/s1600-h/candle-cheese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075848516304185218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/RnEJVSQBJ4I/AAAAAAAACQ4/ZFe2Qgf_tFg/s200/candle-cheese.jpg" 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/28094378-904275441142536823?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/904275441142536823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=904275441142536823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/904275441142536823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/904275441142536823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2007/06/summer-solstice.html' title='Summer Solstice 夏至'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/RnEIdSQBJ2I/AAAAAAAACQo/w1PAWPPXgVU/s72-c/20061201_0080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-717334181960861734</id><published>2007-06-07T12:14:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:43:14.392+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>EARTHQUAKE shakes Beppu, Oita</title><content type='html'>so basically we came home after watchng "pirates: AT WORLDS END" and we had the biggest earthquake (in my experience).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the building shook with small tremors at first and we thought it was the wind, cuz the apartments are made from wood and it usually shakes from slightest winds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then it came again, and this time for a good 40seconds!&lt;br /&gt;i remember rajat screaming at the top of his lungs to get out of home. i tried to unlock the main door with trembling hands and him screaming, and managed to twist my right foot. i was shaking badly the whole way as we ran down from the 6th freaking floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were more students that met us on the street. with the japanese families who live in our building driving off with packed bags and calm expressions.. i couldnt understnd what made them remain soo bloody pacified in life. after about 15mins of waiting, we walked all the way back up the 6floors, and came home. i packed a bag with some chocolate bars, our wallets, Id cards and some medicines. we could hear cars moving around the neighbourhood, and bikes zooming across as well with ppl looking fr open spaces. while i admired the shampoo, soap, conditioner bottles fallen in the bathtub wondering 'that quake shook us, eh" and filled a bottle of water to be kept in my emergency bagpack, it came again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked at my face in the mirror and it was swaying. this time as we ran down again i felt a lil better cuz we were ready for whatever happened next (and mostly cuz we were wearing shoes unlike the first time). we sat on the roads for another 20mins, and whenever we got ready to go back in, we felt another tremor and decided on the contrary. and THIS happened atleast 7times. by the end of it ppl had collected in a huge games feild near our home, and everyone was out of out our building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we came home finally, we kept 'feeling' tremors in our heads. shibi, prashmu and megu came over. petrified as we all were, we stayd up till late feeling the quakes in our heads. finally at 2am, we called it a day and crashed at our place. 6ppl in 2rooms.. and we already felt safe knwing tht all those who matter the most were right there with us, leaving no scope of uncertainity of the whereabouts of the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throught the night the tremors kept coming and ish n me were up everytime the earth trembled. we kept 'refreshing' the japanese website to check out the magnitude of the EQs that cme. the probabilities showed 80% to the predictions for the EQ that we kept tonight. they ranged only from 3 ~ 4.8 and we were shitting in our pants. now comes the scary bit...&lt;br /&gt;there are predictions for the NEXT one - with my city, Oita, as the epicentre again!! - for 28th June, with a 100% probability is a 5.8 !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder how we re going to survive that eh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-717334181960861734?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/717334181960861734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=717334181960861734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/717334181960861734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/717334181960861734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2007/06/earthquake-shakes-beppu-oita.html' title='EARTHQUAKE shakes Beppu, Oita'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-2133678932008939666</id><published>2007-05-06T13:51:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:47:31.357+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>the K-O</title><content type='html'>friday night fever was on. we had a yummy dinner after which shibi and i went to our fav 'speak easy' &amp;amp; then infront of tokiwa where we shared a few 'chu-hi's. after being in our 'happy' state for sometime, we walked towards pastel &amp;amp; world sports bar where we met ankur strolling outside, and then followed him inside to the white-chambers of pastel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shibika being the smart one didnt have any other drink/shot, while i got extremely enthusiatic about having a KO - a true 'knock-out' - with 96%alcohol rasberry vodka, gin, and cranberry juice. when i got the glass, the only thing i could notice was the smooth googley glass infront of me. with every sip, something snapped in my head, and even though i was aware of the fact that i would be going crazy VERY soon, i kept on having the devil's drink. no kidding, it was one of the yummmmiest drink ive had so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then smth struck, the strings went loose and i was on a highway to dumptown. as im still in no position to recall the events of that night, i was told the next day that i had gone insane! i was having a very majimena conversation with the professor who took my interview for a TA - and in no time, i was screaming at him abt women-rights and empowerment (i can just remember his scorn expression at me like he could kill me - trust me he COULD) which followed with the screams being transfered at Masa, who was behind the bar that evening, about india being more culturally diverse &amp;amp; rich in comparison to any part of the world, esp. china! after which my waterballoon burst and i was howling like an irritating kid like the world was going to end tomorrow. and before being dragged out of the place, i insisted on paying for isha's drinks as well and threw a 5000bill on the counter (umm... isha wasn't even there that night!)&lt;br /&gt;if it wasnt for rajat &amp;amp; shibika, i would have been left lying on the street smwhere. they put me in a cab, heard me screaming "stupid boys" like a zillion times followed by my skrieks to pay for isha &amp;amp; myself !again! for the cab-ride, somehow got me home where they saw me throw up and passout in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was my WORST-est behavior and if it wasnt for them, i dont knw what i would have done.. i can get very pissing off and irritating - something i HATE abt getting drunk.. but they stood by me and were there. it means a LOT that they went through this trouble of bearing with my nuisance again, and so i want to promise myself and you all, of never getting unconsciously drunk EVER in my life again, and esp decline any offers of having a 96%&lt;br /&gt;thank you for always being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-2133678932008939666?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/2133678932008939666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=2133678932008939666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/2133678932008939666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/2133678932008939666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-night.html' title='the K-O'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-7991831227064482587</id><published>2007-04-25T17:15:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:40:23.536+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/Ri8SdT5ZZQI/AAAAAAAAB0o/IutTGFsJmZ0/s1600-h/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057281201326875906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/Ri8SdT5ZZQI/AAAAAAAAB0o/IutTGFsJmZ0/s320/beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite mid-week day when i have nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;i sat in bed the entire morning slurping chinese ramen, reading blogs of artists, trying to learn this chinese song i heard a couple of days back, and watching re-runs of 300(have fallen HARD for the graphics of this film) and Curse of the Golden Flower (hmm.. beautiful sets &amp;amp; clothes that can be seen from 2continents away).&lt;br /&gt;as for my fellowsufferes, they are busier than me with more worthwhile tasks like giving bloodtests on the hilltop (aka. APU), feeling relieved/relaxed after cleaning their kitchens, teaching English to a group Japanese kids.. which reminds me i better be getting ready for my english conversations lesson with a student in 30mins.&lt;br /&gt;until we meet again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-7991831227064482587?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/7991831227064482587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=7991831227064482587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/7991831227064482587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/7991831227064482587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2007/04/wednesday.html' title='wednesday'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/Ri8SdT5ZZQI/AAAAAAAAB0o/IutTGFsJmZ0/s72-c/beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-1005610521712192788</id><published>2007-04-15T17:35:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:08:15.247+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>kai wo toru</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we left midday for the banks of the waterfront in Hiji city. the goal was to get a bucket full of shell-fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a brief lunch of &lt;em&gt;ham-sandos&lt;/em&gt; (sandwiches) we strenuosly scanned the rocks on the banks of the incoming-sea to accompanish our goal. every now and then we had little crabs running out from under the stones that we moved to see if we found more shells for my japanese parents, and their friends, to eat! to our surprise, Otousan found 2 octopuses - surely a BIG treat, cuz we werent expecting to find anything more than shells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, we left for the Jumonji-hilltop (close to the four towers behind APU). while some of us went to pluck &lt;em&gt;take&lt;/em&gt; (bamboos) from the forest, two-others sat and basked in the sun besides a japanese graveyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on returning to our base-camp, Okaasan and us kids went to an old-old onsen.. you know, one of those 'tokubestsu na tokoro'. neways, after trying for 20mins to hike ourslves into the water, we figured that it was JUST TOO HOT - like 40degs £@^*!$% - so we extended one of the cold water pipes to make the ofuro a lil lukewarm so that we could sit in it atleast. just as we had started to enjoy ourselves 2 &lt;em&gt;obaasans&lt;/em&gt; (grandmoms) scolded us for spoiling the kimochi (feeling) of the ofuro by making the water cold, cuz they had cme there yesterday, and it was much hotter and better then!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heneways, so we got home feeling dizzy with ecstacy, and were welcomed with onsen-&lt;em&gt;tamago&lt;/em&gt; (steamed eggs) - which were yummm - being from the chickens that were kept at the entrance of the farmhouse!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i sit on my dining table, making this blog entry and i think to myself.. this is the "wierdest" post i have ever made!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-1005610521712192788?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/1005610521712192788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=1005610521712192788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/1005610521712192788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/1005610521712192788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2007/04/we-just-got-home-after-catching-half.html' title='kai wo toru'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-6658849061847527770</id><published>2007-04-10T15:03:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:48:32.136+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Peugeot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-6658849061847527770?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/6658849061847527770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=6658849061847527770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/6658849061847527770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/6658849061847527770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2007/04/peugeot.html' title='Peugeot'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-7513083022222778342</id><published>2007-04-03T23:03:00.011+09:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T17:28:00.526+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='環境'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>花見（桜）Cherry Blossom Seeing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/TANx6oRzNaI/AAAAAAAALP8/UW2eVyL5Dz4/s1600/2006-jefferson-memorial.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/TANx6oRzNaI/AAAAAAAALP8/UW2eVyL5Dz4/s200/2006-jefferson-memorial.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;毎年のように今年も４月１日に花見をした。今回はバルベキューではなく、色々な国の１５人学生と私たちのホストファミリーと一緒に山鹿市（熊本県）に行った。曇っても、雨が降っても、私たちはスライダーで遊んでパデルボートを乗って、すごい楽しみにた。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ノート：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;２００７年の桜祭りは、米国のワシングタンディーシーで「ジェフレソンメモリアル」にある３０００本の桜木の９５周年です。１９１２年に東京の人たちから差し上げたこの桜の木は、ピンクと白色の波で、人生とお祝いの象徴です。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/TANx78qUy4I/AAAAAAAALQE/BEkenEN_zbY/s1600/2008-Jefferson-Memorial.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/TANx78qUy4I/AAAAAAAALQE/BEkenEN_zbY/s200/2008-Jefferson-Memorial.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Like every April, we went for the 'hanami' on the 1st of the month.. only this time there wasnt a bbq, instead a big bunch of kids with my Jap mum dad!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;We left for Yamaga, a lil town in the midst of nowhere between Hiji and Beppu. Even though the day wasn't as sunny and bright, we had the greatest time riding sliders and going for paddle-boat rides in the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Did You Know:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;The 2007 National Cherry Blossom Festival marks the 95th celebration of the original gift of the 3,000 cherry trees from the city of Tokyo to the people of Washington, DC in 1912. The trees signal the coming of Spring with an explosion of life and color surrounding the Jefferson Memorial on the Tidal Basin in a sea of pink and white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-7513083022222778342?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/7513083022222778342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=7513083022222778342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/7513083022222778342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/7513083022222778342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2007/04/hanami-sakura-seeing.html' title='花見（桜）Cherry Blossom Seeing'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/TANx6oRzNaI/AAAAAAAALP8/UW2eVyL5Dz4/s72-c/2006-jefferson-memorial.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-2786411085563777732</id><published>2007-03-10T00:44:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:53:31.913+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>yon sama</title><content type='html'>from the mindboggling session about verbs/adverbs/adjectives/nouns/articles blah blah blah.. my english conversations lesson moved to a better (and more intense topic) of whether "Yon sama" of fuyu no sonata was hot or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mom said yes and sighed over the calmness in the brown eyes that were hidden behind the specs, while the daughter (like me) agreed on how we cudnt even find one thing that was "sigh-able" - if that beest a word - in that guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aahh pleeeze.. you be the judge!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/RfGCJc09KrI/AAAAAAAABs0/apF8UTgWyK0/s1600-h/yonsama26ve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039952556873034418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/RfGCJc09KrI/AAAAAAAABs0/apF8UTgWyK0/s200/yonsama26ve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/RfGCVc09KsI/AAAAAAAABs8/BF5xkJPVbXQ/s1600-h/7389947_92720df69f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039952763031464642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/RfGCVc09KsI/AAAAAAAABs8/BF5xkJPVbXQ/s200/7389947_92720df69f_m.jpg" 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/28094378-2786411085563777732?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/2786411085563777732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=2786411085563777732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/2786411085563777732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/2786411085563777732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2007/03/yon-sama.html' title='yon sama'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/RfGCJc09KrI/AAAAAAAABs0/apF8UTgWyK0/s72-c/yonsama26ve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-1951742487480705222</id><published>2007-02-24T13:17:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:56:56.074+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/Rd-8qtzmz8I/AAAAAAAABdU/YY-ilOQmT3s/s1600-h/monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034950350460080066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/Rd-8qtzmz8I/AAAAAAAABdU/YY-ilOQmT3s/s320/monkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aint he the cutest lil monkey !?!&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;p.s. from "Shelly Scraps: Musings of a British illustrator in Japan"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-1951742487480705222?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/1951742487480705222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=1951742487480705222' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/1951742487480705222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/1951742487480705222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2007/02/aint-he-cutest-lil-monkey.html' title=''/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/Rd-8qtzmz8I/AAAAAAAABdU/YY-ilOQmT3s/s72-c/monkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-307201908273693056</id><published>2007-02-18T03:03:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:56:49.619+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Love Story = Sob Story</title><content type='html'>Can a movie be so good that it makes you sob/cry/weep/sigh- call it whatever name you wish - for more then 30 mins!!!&lt;br /&gt;Erich Segal's Love Story clearly has this effect on its audience. I read the book when in high-school. But today, after seeing the movie, all the long-gone feelings came flying into my heart and head making me very very very heavy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sob sob sob sob sob sob sob sob sob sob sob sob sob sob sob sob sob sob sob sob sob sob sob sob sob sob sob sob sob sob sob sob sob sob sob sob sob sob sob sob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-307201908273693056?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/307201908273693056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=307201908273693056' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/307201908273693056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/307201908273693056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2007/02/sob-story.html' title='Love Story = Sob Story'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-4700173545558550644</id><published>2007-02-16T15:42:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T15:14:04.036+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>Global Warmed Sunshines</title><content type='html'>after a tiring long week of 6 hrs of continuos talks on Globalization, I'm finally at the beginning of my winter vacations. even though i had to wake up everyday at 7 am and sleep late at night 'cuz of the presentations, i would say spending these 5 days in the politically charged class has been the BEST, from the numerous classes i've "marked my attendance" for, in my years at APU.&lt;br /&gt;so now that my vacations are finally here.. i don't want to spend the first weekend sitting at home (as you must've already read in the previous post). i came up with a list of things i could do. however, as always, am a lil confused as what i should do.. so i'd highly appreciate if anyone could come up with suggestions. here's the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. go to kyoto/kobe - chill out &amp;amp; go crazy taking pictures of temples &amp;amp; shrines.&lt;br /&gt;2. get a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;3. go shop (boots &amp;amp; bags)&lt;br /&gt;4. take the 20,000 ticket and spend the weekend in tokyo - even though i'd probably go over the week after next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from paying attention to the usual whirlpools in my mind, i've come to notice that the weather's been a lil weird this year. scary to think how the world temperature - or at least Beppu's - has changed so much so quick! last february, the city was covered under a few feet of snow, unlike this year's brown/dry/waiting-for-snow mountains.&lt;br /&gt;with canada having experienced -30degs of temp, an average of 10 in japan, and indianHOTwinter.. i don't know what we are moving towards - but its going to be a helluva scary piece of (... umm...) something!! i saw the movie on global warming by Al Gore. accepted and heard all that he had to say. listened to the critics about him hyping up the whole "warming up" issue, but i think if we don't do anything NOW, we will see ourselves being underwater soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heneways.. its our world as much as it is a world of the people who are destroying it, and hopefully things will change soon (for the better)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will scrap more later.. im going to have some beauty sleep before the long weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buckets full of snow for those who haven't had any this year :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-4700173545558550644?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/4700173545558550644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=4700173545558550644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/4700173545558550644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/4700173545558550644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-n-bright-global-warmed-sunshines.html' title='Global Warmed Sunshines'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-1583888015457215324</id><published>2007-02-15T21:19:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:05:38.289+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>world hold on</title><content type='html'>the beats are awesome, the videos great, the lil boy's the cutest, the sequence dance is fabulous, and the doggy is a-d-o-r-a-b-l-e!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was nothing special abt the day, as i'd always thought of it to be :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty casual.. and i managed to get a lot of work done.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;covered-up for the winter session classes that am taking these vacations, after which i went to teach english to two japanese ladies. one of their daughter's made me "cashewchocos" which were YUMMMMMM as heaven (on the other hand, the woman whom i teach, gave me 2japaaneeezu apples!!!!) and i went on to teach the other lady - kimiko.. who, as the dear ol' helpful japanese that she is, introduced me to another friend of hers who's looking for an english teacher!!&lt;br /&gt;a long dinner at our favourite Kuuta-ramen followed the english lessons and meeting with my new student. it was ashmas birthday, and was a lil funny wishing her happy valentines (and birth) day in the same breath.&lt;br /&gt;all in all, the day was fruitful and i got tons of HAPPY n GOOD news.. it will be told to ya all in a couple of days.. justo waito a momento!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with everyone doing somethin fun away from sad beppu.. ive been having dreams if running over to somewhere during the weekend. aditis going skiing on sunday (swear, if she din, i would have visited her in Mie-ken!) rajat and ankur are having a good time in tokyo with dave. home being home, isha's having a helluva blast too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for me... hmm.. ppl have promised to mail me list of parties and events for the weekend, but lets see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;this post has been like writing a (s)crappy journal entry.. will write more later, cuz i have to read 282pgs of World Politics for tmr's exam!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upcoming post... love n bright-global-warmed sunshines&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-3489032676952701108?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-2438414272068274554</id><published>2007-02-06T21:02:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:00:01.143+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>My name is ~</title><content type='html'>this is in response to "Chloe Fitzgerald"s email dated Monday, February 05, 2007; Posted at 11:21 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#98fb98;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Irish Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cafbca"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/irishnamegenerator/irish-name.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alannah O'Mahony&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/irishnamegenerator/"&gt;What's your Irish Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss you all tons!!&lt;br /&gt;p.s. look out for the upcoming grad ceremony entry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-2438414272068274554?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/2438414272068274554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=2438414272068274554' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/2438414272068274554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/2438414272068274554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-you-are.html' title='My name is ~'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-2455441648248097526</id><published>2007-01-29T19:54:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:58:24.037+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>little miss sunshine</title><content type='html'>"It may be clunky, it may not always run right, but everyone will be OK so long as we all get together and push."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by far the most (well, 'one' of the most) funny-touching-real movies ive seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its about a family taking a cross-coutry trip to get their young daughter into the finals of a beauty pageant. the 2days trip turns into a journey.. making them realize that the distance they travel between themselves is more than the one they covered on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a grandpa who dopes, a mom who smokes, a motivational speaker as a dad, an uncle who tried to kill himself for a "looooong reason", and two lovely kids (wont tell you their special traits!) i wouldnt say the family resembles mine or anyone else's, but the mere fact that they have their differences like any of us, and yet able to stay together and overcome problems is what touches the hearrrrt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you like it as much as i did&lt;br /&gt;love n 'sunshines' as always :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-2455441648248097526?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/2455441648248097526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=2455441648248097526' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/2455441648248097526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/2455441648248097526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2007/01/little-miss-sunshine.html' title='little miss sunshine'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-3963555301967387102</id><published>2007-01-28T00:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T00:14:49.124+09:00</updated><title type='text'>around the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e56vQ0kmaYg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e56vQ0kmaYg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/28094378-3963555301967387102?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-116861506468335935</id><published>2007-01-12T23:32:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:00:50.283+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><title type='text'>reports and cars</title><content type='html'>i have two lousy reports, along with the major end-of-semester japanese report due on the same day. when you are under work-pressure, lousy thoughts start to pop up in your head, making you tensed for no rhyme or reason. things of no importance start making episodes in the mind n getting you worked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, while i was cribbing and getting pissed about things around me, i got an email informing me about a car accident that one of my friend's been in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boy driving the car died on the spot, while the other 2kids along with my friend had multiple fractures &amp;amp; were in crital conditions. she is now thankfully off the critical list - but it will be a long long recovery, with many corrective surgeries along the way. her skull was fractured and her face badly damaged. but she's alive, all there and fighting to get well - so it will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading all this made me feel extremely small. it made me realize that there are bigger and serious challenges that poeple have to face. our own petty mind-games mean nothing when one hears abt someone facing and going through so much. the lil differences that we have among ourselves should mean little, &amp;amp; be resolved soon. life is too short n uncertain to worry about stupid things. i can only feel grateful for evryone and evth i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those of you who go out on drives, dont do it too FAST - just keep check on the accelarator and be safe okay!&lt;br /&gt;you are all too precious to lose.&lt;br /&gt;love and big hugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-116861506468335935?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/116861506468335935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=116861506468335935' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/116861506468335935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/116861506468335935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2007/01/reports-and-cars.html' title='reports and cars'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-116840345920118454</id><published>2007-01-10T12:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T13:44:04.983+09:00</updated><title type='text'>new yr greetings n moo</title><content type='html'>!! happeee nuuu eeeer !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ten days already gone by, i have a good feeling about this year.. not to mention it is the last one of my beloved university life, things might go abit crazy with thesis &amp; job-hunting. but nevermind.. it will all come and go for the best! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beginning of the year was nothing i had expected it to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first we couldnt come up with a "plan" cuz it was freezing outside (compared it now its nothing but whatever), and we were quite reluctant on going to a club - you know, been there done that last year sorta thing. so we hit off the night with a big big 'last supper' as a farewel to 2006.. pasta and wine. having a lil too much fun there, we forgot to keep a check on the time, until someone said it was 8mins to midnight when we got out. we ran down the restaurant, along the road then down again into the subway only to emerge from it at 'sharp' 12:00 to see the fireworks explode infront of us!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wished each other and then stood staring at the "rappers" who were performing on a lil wooden stage with about 100people dancing to their tune, surrounded by stalls of food and sochu (jap alcohol - drunk HOT in winter). with the smell of fried chicken and beer, we walked off to the street performance of wadaiko, then to the numerous clubs that we have in that area - roots, zima, sports bar - they were all dim with drunk japanese/APU students welcoming us. so we decided on taking home - cards &amp; drinks - and playing poker!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;our first walk home from the 'happening' side was a comical one with ankur doing copies of the Wagah border march (the borderline btween india and pakistan). with shrieks of laughter we entered our neighbourhood and rajat's apt (which we managed to trash superbly). we played poker all night, along with the 'HIT ME' game (dunno know what you call it) with nihal being the dealer. we had a bottle of an expensive-yummy-peach-french-wine, of which ppl kept trying to get a hold of all the time, and sme other drinks. after laughs on winning and losing ms.kim started to show us the korean way of playing poker. the rules of this none of us drunkards could comprehend, so we concluded on the fact that it was a truly lousy game :) (oopsie.. no offenses)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later the babes started to topple on the sack one after the other, while the dudes started their fierce discussion on their beloved  'apples &amp; windows', with reference to the fountain(head) as well. later on they watched the first sunrise of the year and grabbed a bite of the (much abhorred now) Mac!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the following day, while the rest of the us went for an elaborate trip to scary-wet-cold Yufuin, i stayed at home sleeping n having fun, so much so that i got a homedelivery of chicken tikka masala for dinner!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with such a good start to the new year, i wish you all a great many incidents/accidents of happiness with outcomes that are truly IN YOUR favour :P may the lord be kind and you have tons of great things knock on your doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep in touch &amp; us informed abt all that goes around thru blogging (if not mailing n chatting).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love n happiness for the year to come.. &lt;br /&gt;until we meet again!!&lt;div 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moo'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-116650090140309282</id><published>2006-12-19T12:48:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:01:49.746+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>noooooooooooo not again</title><content type='html'>pissed pissed pissed is what i am right now, on ME more than anything/one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i set the alarms at night, like a zillion of them, and think that im all set to wake up for my one-and-only class 'japanese' and guess what - I DO NOT hear the alarm when it goes off in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the goood look from Mizukuchi &lt;em&gt;sensei&lt;/em&gt; yesterday on the fact that i should be careful abt attending my japanese classes was traumatizing enough for a long time, and here i was staring at my bloody phone at 9.35 when the class started off at 8.45.&lt;br /&gt;pissed as i am at my warm bed in this winter weather, there is nothing i can do about it today except feel bad and come to school to tell him the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its difficult to wake up at 7am (wonder what am gonna do when i have to wake up for wrk at 5am or smth.. sheeeeeeeeet)and with no one else around at home, except shibika who's sleeping like a log in the other room (counting on me to wake her up) things just didnt seem to go right :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways..&lt;br /&gt;to top things i hear the freaking pigeons on my balcony again. but this is their LAST day cuz theres gonna be something frm tmr onwards thats gonna stop them from comming.. muhahahaha.. will talk abt that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go right now.&lt;br /&gt;much love :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-116650090140309282?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/116650090140309282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=116650090140309282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/116650090140309282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/116650090140309282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2006/12/noooooooooooo-not-again.html' title='noooooooooooo not again'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-116590886887793182</id><published>2006-12-12T15:47:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:02:28.678+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>ku-raa-zeeee</title><content type='html'>sitting at home all charged up. ive been staring at the comp's screen fr a couple of hours now desparetly trying to find anime schools that i can apply to. its crazy with the number of them that have come up in the last couple of years. and with the amount of people applying to them, phew! God help me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a 6mnths/a-year-long-ongoing-scary-phase deciding what to pursue at the beginning of your career - or for the rest of your life for some. i've had the opportunity to witness so many people get jittery abt interviews/ resumes/ deadlines &amp;amp; wearing the 'black' suit (well not so much.. ha-ha!) that i dont believe its time for me to start it too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again i see familiar faces making trips to the career office to fill out company seminar forms for placements. i mark one or two myself. i have no clue why, or where its going to lead me and im scared as shit about the whole "job hunting" bizz. but what the hell, might as well give it a shot (on second thoughts, im not quite sure if this is what i want to do... hmm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the net has made the world smaller in getting what we need, when we need, from any part of the globe we choose. but its ku-ra-zeee to see the numerous options we've infront of us! its tough enough going for interviews, leave alone finding places on your own to apply to. i marvel at the dedication of those who pursue this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways.. break times over and i gotta get back to checking out some more anime school websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only hope i have an open eye (&amp;amp; mind) not to let go of any opportunity that comes my way, and make the most of whatever lil time i have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to a crazy 就職 (to those 'been there-done that' &amp;amp; to the ones starting the crazy ride)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-116590886887793182?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/116590886887793182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=116590886887793182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/116590886887793182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/116590886887793182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2006/12/ku-raa-zeeee.html' title='ku-raa-zeeee'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-116554484350254196</id><published>2006-12-08T11:04:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:03:43.951+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>pain kill(er)s</title><content type='html'>I’ve been on pain killers for over 3days now. A couple of days back I managed to get a bruise and a cut on my left-index finger (the source of which is yet to be found!) The damn finger was all pink like a flamingo’s head until yesterday, but from today morning it started turning blue with the band-aid that’s been tied by the univ nurse. Lil thing still throbs with every moment of my left hand, so much so that the entire arm’s starting to hurt now *sob*sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the univ’s hospital doesn’t seem to satisfy the intensifying pain, I’m more than WILLING &amp;amp; HAPPY to announce that I will consider any advice on what to do/ or what I could do to make it better from anyone whose been through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, please SKIP OVER the idea of “making an incision” cuz that’s smth that totally FREAKS ME OUT, and I’m NOT going to do it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks in a million &lt;em&gt;fingers&lt;/em&gt;.. oops.. figures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-116554484350254196?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/116554484350254196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=116554484350254196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/116554484350254196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/116554484350254196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2006/12/pain-killers.html' title='pain kill(er)s'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-116534056214663275</id><published>2006-12-06T02:30:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:04:02.177+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Welsh Corgi</title><content type='html'>this is the cutest 2min video you will EVER watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking from the POV of the lil Welsch, it must be hard for dogs to live in a cage like that. mainly cuz you can understand evth that the other dogs are barking abt, but cant tell any humans abt it cuz they dont speak your language!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smts i wonder why there wasnt ONE language everyone/thing could speak. can you imagine ever explaining the rising global tempratures to polar bears.. haha.. what a wonderful world would that be!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, just dote over the way he starts to nap!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bebLZfd1Ulc" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-116534056214663275?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/116534056214663275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=116534056214663275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/116534056214663275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/116534056214663275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2006/12/welsh-corgi.html' title='Welsh Corgi'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-116529750079438782</id><published>2006-12-05T13:51:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:04:22.596+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>year's end and Zima</title><content type='html'>i hadnt paid a visit to Zima since after the graduation party we had in september.&lt;br /&gt;this weekend, after a yummy satisfying meal of tacos and beer we decided not to go home and hit a club for a lil bit. we went to roots, pastel, world sports bar and a dropped a peek at a couple of others on the way, only to find them all empty because there was a dance event in Zima and another one at a club in oita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways.. on getting to zima, we met an 'old friend' sitting on the stairs, who got our tickets reduced by a lil - i think.&lt;br /&gt;there i was, standing inside, feeling all nostalgic when i got a 'hisasheeebureee ne' from ____san (forgot her name again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its was 60degrees inside and the place was packed with japanese ppl sittin all over the floor. we were just in time for the 2nd round of dances. the performances alternated from 2groups of guys and girls doing their dances. the girls did the j-lo/beyonce moves. the boys on the other hand, did a combination of hip-hop and the 80s break-dance. there was this fatty dancer who shocked everyone from jumping all over the stage and doing the wildest of steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the competition was over, everyone hopped on to the floor. dancers were staring at themselves in the mirror while they jazzed up the floor, so we decided to do the same. after copying them for a long long time and making everyone else run far away from us, i went back to the counter to have a lil talk with ___san. she totally surprised me by giving a free drink :) and i came back smiling ear to ear, and started to shake my booty on the dance floor again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later at night we sat at there, occasionally going to the floor and taking breaks to see the others. lolz. 'someone' changed his clothes like a million times and kept going up and down around us. in the end, isha and i got free shiny-light hand bands from him.. aint that sweet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways, i came back home smiling and feeling good about starting off with the partying season. its birthday time soon, i am going to miss ol' friends who're in far-away lands. after that there's no stoppign with x-mas and finally new years! yipee.. im going to hold on to the horses (or reindeers) and enjoy the year's end making the most of whatever comes my way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-116529750079438782?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/116529750079438782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=116529750079438782' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/116529750079438782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/116529750079438782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2006/12/years-end-and-zima.html' title='year&apos;s end and Zima'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-116374849506598685</id><published>2006-11-17T16:12:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:05:25.709+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>TalkTalk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;check out the lil details.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(cant do much about the dude's voice in the background..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kinda spoils the whole video.. but its a commercial!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WOtl4D7hwpI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazingly co-ordinated huh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-116374849506598685?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/116374849506598685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=116374849506598685' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/116374849506598685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/116374849506598685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2006/11/talktalk_116374849506598685.html' title='TalkTalk'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-116340564232032203</id><published>2006-11-13T17:02:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:06:16.144+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>another day in paradise</title><content type='html'>I got no idea why this happens, but its been prevalent for almost all my winter semesters here in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It in this particular time of the year, when nightfall seems to happen at 5pm, one starts to get bugged with the whole “go to school-work-come home-eat-sleep” routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For no reason, things that appear to go well seem to go out of their way. Out of the blue, there's a WHAM-n-a-BAM and then a spiral tunnel that takes you low into this abyss of unknown anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mind goes round and round getting you worried for nothing, or simply makes you think about what you're going to do in the future (which gets everyone worked up without a doubt!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I wonder:&lt;br /&gt;Does it happen in other parts of the world, or is it just an APU phenomenon??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-116340564232032203?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/116340564232032203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=116340564232032203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/116340564232032203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/116340564232032203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2006/11/another-day-in-paradise.html' title='another day in paradise'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-116236088584277022</id><published>2006-11-01T14:24:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:13:38.255+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>i hate it i hate it i hate it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's the end of autumn and a glimpse of winter right now. and its always in these first few crucial weeks of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;*not-too-warm not-that-cold* confusing weather &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that i get pissed about this stupid country. so this year ive decided to put an end to getting bugged and let it out loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WINTER back in India and in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;JaPan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; are poles apart yet some days are similar enough to make one nostalgic about home sweet home. heres an insight on the lil differences that i could come up with. incase you got more, feel free to add them on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;firstly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;at home we have foggy mornings and nights BUT HERE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;couple of foggy days and for the rest you practically live in clouds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;secondly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;indian wind is warm and drouzy with dust toppings BUT HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; winds only blow with one objective - to freeze your bone marrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;thirdly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;home's winter sun makes you want to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" &gt;*plop*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; down in your bed with a hot chocolate mug BUT HERE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;the miGHty wind takes all the glamor and attention of the sun away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;fourthly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we get all the yummy goodies which makes us experts in laziness BUT HERE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;you're hungry?? get out of bed and make yourself smth to eat &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;$&amp;amp;(%$@)&amp;amp;^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;last but not za least (and by far the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;touchiest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt; topic for me)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;mornings dawn with faint sparrows chirping in the garden/courtyard to tell you winters here BUT HERE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;burping pigeon sounds next to your bed (a glass door away) say, "wake up you lazy bum!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&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/28094378-116236088584277022?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/116236088584277022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=116236088584277022' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/116236088584277022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/116236088584277022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-hate-it-i-hate-it-i-hate-it.html' title='i hate it i hate it i hate it'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-116193994385110686</id><published>2006-10-27T17:30:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:09:24.515+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>poop in the bag</title><content type='html'>i saw the yuckiest thing today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was on my way back from school when i saw a japanese lady on her daily walk with her dog at its &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;pooping&lt;/span&gt;-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this was different than the usual expeditions we witness around the globe.&lt;br /&gt;as soon as he (or she) took the dump, i saw the lady sweep down and almost like the &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;flash of lightening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;... the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;poop was gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;!!! &lt;/span&gt;when i came back to my senses, i realized that the lady had skillfully taken it in her custody in a white poly-bag. after her swoosh-n-swish she casually twisted the bag shut tight, and walked away with her dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was under shock and disgust. but moments later, i was in awe of the Japanese awareness and determination to keep their roads/society cleanl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*big applause to the lil shorties*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-116193994385110686?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/116193994385110686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=116193994385110686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/116193994385110686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/116193994385110686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2006/10/poop-in-bag.html' title='poop in the bag'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-116185221481661361</id><published>2006-10-26T16:58:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:09:55.619+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>busted in red canal</title><content type='html'>have you ever 'smuggled' people in a japanese hotel room and gotten caught AS SOON AS you shut the door by a voice on the phone??&lt;br /&gt;letme tell you, these &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;lil yellow skin and bones &lt;/span&gt;(aka. japs) have a certain way of finding things out. well well well hold onto your imaginations. letme tell you from the very beginning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;far far away in the land of the rising sun, my summer break was coming to an end as i bid farewel to september. end of holidays is always a depressing time of the year, so i decided to go for a short trip in its last week. i'd 3people joining me all the way from india and korea (the koreans arrived a day later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the main reason for this entire expedition was that we were to go to the Apple store and get mac-books for two of the fellows. we spent the entire day &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;be-u-tifully&lt;/span&gt; window shopping, sight-seeing, running in-and-out of the apple store atleast 5-6times (each time for a different reason). we spent the night in the red-light area which is perfectly located on the banks of a shallow canal (thus giving the place its name 'canal city').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as nightfall came, we started looking around for places to stay. one of the options was to take shelter in the internet-cafe. one would imagine how we can stay there the entire night. but japanese internet-cafes are far different from any part of the world (or atleast india). they have soothing foot sauna areas, hot showers, video games, big and small screen entertainment, food and snacks, big sofas, and least to say...'internet'!&lt;br /&gt;but spending the entire night without a bed was smth we couldnt get our minds set to. after a session of &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;ruthlessly shooting people&lt;/span&gt; (!videogames!) we saw ourselves nodding our heads in consent to a hotel where we were going to get ourselves a posh double-suite. the plan was to sneak in : two at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the previous night's experience at the hotel, we knew that the glass at the counter was coloured in such a way that neither the person infront of, or behind the counter could see each other (in short, the glass was opaque). there was just teeny 5inch space to slide money in/out for the stay and pass the room keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the koreans and me were of the same shape n size, so we were sure that the lady at the counter was bound to have no problem in making a mistake between us (moreover, she hardly sat at the counter). the journey up the elevater couldnt be more perfect. little did we know there was a camera right above the door to our room. as soon as we locked the latch, the phone rang! a polite voice at the other end asked how long the other two visitors going to leave the room in cuz they werent meant to be there! so this is how it feels to be caught red handed, i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after everyone quickly walked out of the hotel, i went upto the counter to return the room keys. and for the first time i was glad to have been welcomed by the opaque glass at the counter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-116185221481661361?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/116185221481661361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=116185221481661361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/116185221481661361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/116185221481661361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2006/10/busted-in-red-canal.html' title='busted in red canal'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-116184943079622003</id><published>2006-10-26T16:41:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:10:18.037+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>apple</title><content type='html'>Apple, apple, 1 - 2 - 3,&lt;br /&gt;Apple for you, apple for me.&lt;br /&gt;Apple's for big, apple's for small,&lt;br /&gt;Apple stores tiny, Apple stores tall.&lt;br /&gt;Apples were sour, apples were sweet,&lt;br /&gt;But now theres an Apple with everyone you meet!&lt;br /&gt;Apple in iPods, iTunes and Quicktime,&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap! When do I get mine!&lt;br /&gt;(!crunch!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-116184943079622003?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/116184943079622003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=116184943079622003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/116184943079622003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/116184943079622003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2006/10/apple.html' title='apple'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-115882243750077841</id><published>2006-09-21T15:50:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:11:34.217+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>graduation and gang</title><content type='html'>Graduation is a custom one aught to get used to while at APU mainly cuz it takes place twice every year!!&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, with every batch leaving for their 'better' places, I see myself getting more and more attached to the ones left behind - so much so that saying the goodbyes hit you harder than even your bad grades.&lt;br /&gt;Every one of the crazy girls i knew has left for the place she’s to go to, with the exception of one who is staying with me till the end of the month till her job starts.&lt;br /&gt;My homes in a mess.. mainly cuz we’ve been living like princesses and are always on the move. Our nocturnal instincts have matured to a great extent, with at least one of us keeping awake till the sun rises cuz she’s rattling her brains with the virtual world.&lt;br /&gt;We’ve been pleasuring ourselves with some extraordinary meals – which surprisingly have increased the frequency of our hungry appetites. Each night we sleep with a heavy heart, and promise each other to wake up the following morning to do some 'yoga'… which, as you all are aware of is the only method one can lose weight by merely breathing!! However, the month has passed but that delightful day is yet to dawn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-115882243750077841?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/115882243750077841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=115882243750077841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/115882243750077841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/115882243750077841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2006/09/graduation-and-gang.html' title='graduation and gang'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-115849144932799457</id><published>2006-09-17T20:03:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:11:07.395+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>somethings over the summer</title><content type='html'>I am alarmed shocked, horror-struck, appalled – call if whatever you want - I have awfully small feet!&lt;br /&gt;I went to buy a pair of shoes a couple of days back and guess what, even the S-size of ‘japanese’ women (I mean, that is reallllyyy tiny) is BIG for me. There is enough room in the shoe to shove an entire finger. I mean, what’s the deal with that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heneways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the innumerable rumors about a&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; biiiiig&lt;/span&gt; typhoon blowing around us and seeing no sign of it in the air had gotten us all disheartened. But then one that struck finally was so massively-magnificent that it shook us for days. There were things flying every where, sign boards of shops came tumbling down, trees were left a branched, and the sea – even though the beach was a lil messy - was happy with high tides for days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the last couple of days left for classes to start again with the lecture-fever. This time I feel pretty old on seeing the new kids on-the-block all excited. I think about the good old AP House days -which is now being constructed into a congested maze with the new buildings - and feel nostalgic &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I should say that the enthusiasm which the new batch gets to those living-up-the-mountain is extremely infectious, and we all see ourselves eating in the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;shyokudo&lt;/span&gt;, having fun, going for &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Sugar&lt;/span&gt;, and making the same conversations about our 'multiculturalism' yet again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-115849144932799457?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/115849144932799457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=115849144932799457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/115849144932799457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/115849144932799457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2006/09/somethings-over-summer.html' title='somethings over the summer'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-115774984909189549</id><published>2006-09-09T05:51:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:12:43.317+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>Hope - The Reason to live (06:40am)</title><content type='html'>6am. All is misty outside my windown. Not a soul on the streets even though its early September and not that cold. Buildings in the nearby areas arent in view cuz of the pouring rain that makes the huge hills behind the town invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 'Somethings in the Air' by Thunderclap Newman playing in my mind, a thin copy of The Alchemist, and a mug of coffee i feel there's nothing more i could ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet there is something that misses or perhaps starts to take a form in its real colours as I now close my eyes to the real world and awake to a dreamland of paints and canvases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy smiles at me. His heart is pure and innocence, free of all the miseries of the world. He waits to get out there to prove his worth, show that he's strong to take anything that comes his way. There is no doubt he will succeed in everything that he takes upon himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tell him to stay calm and relax, but he doesn't listen and moves forward. I take another one behind him and tell him to wait just a little bit more. But he goes faster than I can walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait for one last smile from before he goes white with the mist, and I wait...He will be back, I tell to myself, if not soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is the power of hope that gives us the reason to live.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-115774984909189549?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/115774984909189549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=115774984909189549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/115774984909189549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/115774984909189549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2006/09/9th-sept-06-0640am.html' title='Hope - The Reason to live (06:40am)'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-115727832185339185</id><published>2006-09-03T15:45:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:11:15.699+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>A Midsummer Night's Tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;We got out of Beppu with our minds set for &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;scuba-diving&lt;/span&gt;, unlikely to have a clue of what lay ahead of us for the two days to come…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;White sand, palm trees, sunbathing n surfing, blue skies and crystal clear water – that’s the kind of beach we all expect to see and want to visit. But for unknown reasons, the beach that we went to in Saiki - a lil town out in the wilderness on the state borders of Oita and Miyazaki - had &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;black &lt;/span&gt;sand, clear green water and perfect blue skies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;On reaching Saiki@4in the afternoon we realized our chances of going for scuba were zilch. But our minds were set to go out in &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;'the wild',&lt;/span&gt; so we took a bus to the nearest beach - Kamae. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Now, when you hear 'near' you think it would take you 15-20mins to get there.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In our case, the bus drive took 45mins, taking us the farthest away from civilization.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;At the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;black &lt;/span&gt;beach, we swam to the setting sun. Fisherman ankur showed off his skills by catching a one-fin &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;fugu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;fish &lt;/span&gt;with a stick! At a shack in the corner of the beach we found a bunch of boats, oars and lifejackets, thus concluding on going &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;dark-water-sailing&lt;/span&gt; around midnight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;As nightfall came, we enjoyed beer n yummy food in the resort's &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Beer&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Garden&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Since we were already high &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;*with adventure spirit*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and had nothing to hold us back, we decided to spend the night jumping in and out of the premises of the resorts swimming pool side, occasionally swimming in the sea and coming back to the pool to wash away the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;black &lt;/span&gt;sand that stuck to us.&lt;br /&gt;This carried on for awhile until two of us were noticed &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(quite audibly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by the security guards as a can of coke fell from the vending-machine &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;to quench the thirst of a man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; After that, it was &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;bub&lt;/span&gt;-bye too the swimming pool and hello to the steps on the &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;black &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;The night was cold, dark and beautiful. We pushed one of the rowing boats to the shore and decided to go for a bit of a row. Since the boat was meant for two, the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Mighties &lt;/span&gt;got out for their first encounter with the sea. They came back concluding that we couldn’t be out for a long time cuz there was a hole in the boat that kept filling in water. Nevertheless, we took as many as five trips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Florescent green &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;plankton &lt;/span&gt;shone every time the oars hit the water. With the dazzling sky above our head n glittering plankton surrounding us, you can imagine the kick we were getting in our minds. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How much ever I hate to say this word, it suits the situation perfectly - it was all &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;‘mindblowing’&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; The boys went as far as where they were left at the mercy of the sea, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which was quite alarming cuz the water was almost half way up the boat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Tired from all the rowing and fighting against the darkwater, we put evth back in its place, and slept for a bit. The wind blew its coldest around 3am, when we were woken up with ankur n isha getting a bottle of wine from a parked &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;caravan &lt;/span&gt;nearby. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Its believed that the dude who owned it had left the door open as &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(so it seemed by the manner in which his bag was left at the door)&lt;/span&gt; he'd ran out after forgetting smth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;So we popped it again again, only to wake up with the morning sun on our faces, eagles soaring up above us and people around us doing their morning walks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;to be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-115727832185339185?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/115727832185339185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=115727832185339185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/115727832185339185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/115727832185339185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2006/09/midsummer-nights-tale.html' title='A Midsummer Night&apos;s Tale'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-115495840575950690</id><published>2006-08-07T22:20:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:13:07.812+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>hochh pochh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so... my worlds finally crashing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my mouth was on fire for like half an hour from the flame that was created by the chillie-garlic paste that i hiked into my pasta for 'spicing' it up &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;just-a-lil'-more.&lt;/span&gt; after soaking my mouth for a long time with ice packs, now the flames have gone down to the lower region of my body, i.e. stomach! it seems to be on fire with absolutely no way to cool it down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the indian dish i was making for dinner got stuck to the damn pot n its lying in my sink now. its hard as rock - nothing is going to budge it from its place!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3: so, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my cooking days are finally coming to an end. i been noticing that most of my dishes have been going for a huge field trip since the past now. yesterday was classic. i mean, how hard is it to make simple macaroni. you boil it, add the paste and its done! but no no no... for some reason, all the macaroni conspired against the hot water and got stuck together! in the end, everything tasted like a red-tomato-based-big-flour-paste with piman and onions! (it wasnt as bad as it sounds though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aarrgghh.. jst needed to let out some frustration from the burning stomach! god help me tomorrow morning.. im dreading it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-115495840575950690?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/115495840575950690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=115495840575950690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/115495840575950690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/115495840575950690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2006/08/hochh-pochh.html' title='hochh pochh'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-115411682940594579</id><published>2006-07-29T04:48:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:15:09.171+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>bic runga</title><content type='html'>maybe the whole summer bummer is into my head right now.. (cuz hell, its 4.47 in the morning)&lt;br /&gt;dunno but this songs been haunting me ever since i heard it (a million times)&lt;br /&gt;guess this will prbly get it out of my system then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no cure, and no way to be sure&lt;br /&gt;why everything's turned inside out&lt;br /&gt;instilling so much doubt&lt;br /&gt;my head is battling with my heart&lt;br /&gt;my logic has been torn apart&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt seem right to let you know all the things you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;i should be much too smart for this&lt;br /&gt;you know it gets the better of me&lt;br /&gt;say you'll stay, don't come and go... like you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes songs can jst get enough on to you, eh!!&lt;br /&gt;love you all so much&lt;br /&gt;muuaaahh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-115411682940594579?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/115411682940594579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=115411682940594579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/115411682940594579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/115411682940594579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2006/07/bic-runga.html' title='bic runga'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-115397534718520030</id><published>2006-07-27T13:40:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:14:12.506+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>song in my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Hangin' out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down the street&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;same old thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did last week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Not a thing to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But talk &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steal the car&lt;br /&gt;And bring it down&lt;br /&gt;Pick me up&lt;br /&gt;We'll &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;drive around&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(dum dee dum)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish we had&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;joint&lt;/span&gt; so bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hangin out&lt;br /&gt;Down the street&lt;br /&gt;The same old thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;We did last week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Not&lt;/span&gt; a thing to do&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;talk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(really??)&lt;/span&gt; to you&lt;br /&gt;woo woo yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(!teo teo teo teoo dhooooshhh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-115397534718520030?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/115397534718520030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=115397534718520030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/115397534718520030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/115397534718520030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2006/07/song-in-my-head_27.html' title='song in my head'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-115311783127801673</id><published>2006-07-17T15:21:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T20:20:22.420+09:00</updated><title type='text'>summer bummer</title><content type='html'>There is an insane amount of work that is to be done in a weeks time. Deadlines have to be met, and exams have to be studied for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all this work pressure, I see myself getting more and more relaxed and dreaming (cuz I’ve been sleeping too much) about what I am going to do during my summer break. Places I could go to, things I could do. Ideas I’ve never had are coming to my mind. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you have the tiniest bit of time to climb a mountain of work, why do 'then' the best thoughts, dreams and desires pop up in your head?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;There is no way you can keep a track of them, and they wont stop coming even if you meditate – &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;… not that I’m doing that either!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LOT is happening. Four crazy girls I know&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; – namely adz, sra, ass n cp - &lt;/span&gt;leave APU f.o.r.e.v.e.r for better places &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and better people??)&lt;/span&gt; My parents are dying for me to come back home so that my mom can come to Beppu with me in Sept &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(*oh, no no no*) &lt;/span&gt;weird incidents &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(??accidents??) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;have been happening to me in the last couple of weeks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(one of them being going to a beautiful beach out in the ‘wild’)&lt;/span&gt;, and a few more that I don’t wish to mention for various reasons - all I hope is that I can be sane till it all ends&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... or the summer break begins??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil’ thoughts and fears about summer vacations coming up nw. It is true that with all the people I hang out with going home or starting with jobs and higher studies, I won’t really have anyone here to “hang out” with. What am I going to do here?? – will I just die of boredom and run home as august draws to an end, or will I survive it all and have a great time?? Will I just lie in bed and sit on the net and put out my hair in the heat, or actually do some work, make some money and go some place cool?? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;too many questions and damn, I need to study right now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, summer is here, and its going to get even hotter. I am already twice as dark as I was, and I can see myself turning charcoal by the end of August.&lt;br /&gt;Much love to ya all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s. I think its just the ‘heat’ talking…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-115311783127801673?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/115311783127801673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=115311783127801673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/115311783127801673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/115311783127801673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2006/07/summer-bummer.html' title='summer bummer'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-115155116471942612</id><published>2006-06-29T12:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T12:23:35.446+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun’s a killer… and this is how I’m gonna die</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“So, you’re not going to school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; today??” – I think, &lt;/span&gt;I really want to but… &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a switch in my mind goes off, I doze off again and rajat leaves for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lately going to school has become a far fetched dream for me. With my sisters here, taking them around the city has been on top of my priority list (in fact the only thing on my &lt;i style=""&gt;list&lt;/i&gt; – if there is one!)&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a whole week – probably more than that that I’ve been to campus. People have messaged me saying – &lt;i style=""&gt;you dead or alive, we haven’t seen you in a while.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my millions of dreams had thought that I, of all the people, would be getting sick of not going to school. I mean, it’s been a fantasy to just party and have fun on sunny days instead of sitting inside a boring classroom. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I mean, who doesnt want that??&lt;/span&gt; But now I reckon I’m insane when I say I really miss going up the hilltop and seeing the familiar faces and doing the same old routine!&lt;br /&gt;Studies and work one after the other with no breaks &lt;i style=""&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; a killer for some of the people I know. They work hard. Seeing them work makes me wanna do something worthwhile with my life. Find and learn something new on my own that makes me say – &lt;i style=""&gt;who's the shit!! I found out a completly new way to do smth so easily.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I haven’t had a chance to do this in months now. I haven’t been going for work (which I’ve finally started to miss&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) no classes and sitting in the cool air with the buzzing sound of some prof’s voice in the background. Things I never thought have recently started to make me crave them more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;I’m sick of waking up getting ready and having fun... it’s another routine. lolz. Ain’t that a funny thought now!&lt;br /&gt;So this means no matter what we do our lives will be in routines all the time?? That’s something I never wanted.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell… I’m getting ready and going out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-115155116471942612?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/115155116471942612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=115155116471942612' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/115155116471942612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/115155116471942612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2006/06/funs-killer-and-this-is-how-im-gonna.html' title='Fun’s a killer… and this is how I’m gonna die'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-115104773909076089</id><published>2006-06-23T15:47:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T16:32:50.153+09:00</updated><title type='text'>20plus someone</title><content type='html'>daybefore we were having a conversation which made me realize i was sitting with three teenagers - my younger sisters and a friend - who are all in their teens!!&lt;br /&gt;while they discussed how their lives were gonna change at 17 n 18, and shibika was freakin out abt this yr being the last of her teenage years, i thought to myself &lt;em&gt;hello.. you're gonna be 22 this year!! &lt;/em&gt;and THAT totally freaked me out - not realizing im turning older as every day passes, not doing so much (which i am yet to figure out) cuz i am busy taking one day at a time and each moment as it passes (which is not a bad thing).. adding to all the &lt;em&gt;trippin'&lt;/em&gt; feelings, i read sradha's blog which talks abt &lt;em&gt;'young love&lt;/em&gt;' which made me feel even older than before &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i wont disclose much, you gotta read to know what im talking abt)... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but a lady gets the age she deserves &lt;/em&gt;(as put very truly by &lt;em&gt;ms. coco chanel&lt;/em&gt;) so then i thought, what the hell - live life, love and hate people, get messy and party.. so what if im gonna be 22 this year, the rides only just begun and its going to be one helluva rollercoaster!!&lt;br /&gt;and im happy now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-115104773909076089?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/115104773909076089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=115104773909076089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/115104773909076089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/115104773909076089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2006/06/20plus-someone.html' title='20plus someone'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-115009564127244267</id><published>2006-06-12T15:35:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T16:00:41.280+09:00</updated><title type='text'>dirty dancing n sakkaaa</title><content type='html'>Its crazy how seeing people sing and dance can be addictive and make you want to shake your ass the whole day long. I’ve been on a dance-high ever since I saw dirty dancing and walk the line. With the songs as good as weird steps of &lt;em&gt;Baby&lt;/em&gt; and flip-flop of heels of ms. witherspoon, I can see all of it actually effecting my lil mind... arrgghh...&lt;br /&gt;neways... moving the groove from dance; match is on for tonight. beers and cute guys in shorts (thats becoming my pet line these days)... valdez, cole, owen, beckham.. hmm, its all a big high!!&lt;br /&gt;i thought it would be difficult to follow, but the game's a sure treat and a lot like bb. plans to watch the last one in the world sports bar (and im told we gotta be there hrs before to actually find places to stand!!) lets see how that works out now..&lt;br /&gt;alrighty then, until next time..&lt;br /&gt;much love  (^3^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-115009564127244267?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/115009564127244267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=115009564127244267' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/115009564127244267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/115009564127244267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2006/06/dirty-dancing-n-sakkaaa.html' title='dirty dancing n sakkaaa'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-114993390916136155</id><published>2006-06-10T18:36:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T19:05:09.170+09:00</updated><title type='text'>never drink if you gotta pick someone up</title><content type='html'>at first i missed the 5.40 bus which gets me to the fukuoka airport right on time to receive my sisters at 9am. and when i reached the bus stop fr the next one at 6.30, i was told that it didnt go to the bloody airport! so i sat waiting infront of a closed starbucks for half hour - looking like a complete homeless person (credit goes to my hangover from continuous drinking fr two nights). finally the bus arrived and i slept through the journey like a kid.&lt;br /&gt;at 9am i was woken up by a call from isha saying she got a call from the immigrations asking about our sisters coming over to japan to visit us. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time for a lil background -&lt;/span&gt; usually when a person catches a flight from fukuoka, you end up sleep throughout the journey and being woken up by someone just when you arrive at the airport. ive been doing this everytime i go back home, which is the reason i never know the way. so when i saw that we were in the city and there was no sign of an airport - i paniced!)&lt;br /&gt;after bugging the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;untensurusan &lt;/span&gt;fr like ten mins in my sleepy-n-broken japanese, i was told that we were yet to get there. finally i reached the airport, ran around looking fr them and was told that everything was fine and the immigrations jst wanted to 'check'!&lt;br /&gt;so we came back to beppu, with one of them saying - 'this country stinks' - owing to some weird &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fishy &lt;/span&gt;thing she'd eaten on the plane, and the other one all excited and ready to start her one month in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chinki &lt;/span&gt;land.&lt;br /&gt;their first lil party last night at the beach was fun! even though i'd to come back home early cuz one of em wasnt feeling too well (first encounter with alcohol) i guess she will be fine and  i wouldnt have to come back home like last night nemore.. so wanted to party! but i guess on the 1st day, din've much choice. but they'll understand soon!&lt;br /&gt;just hoping their stay is worthwhile. with plans getting made about okinawa, i really have no clue, but im really looking forward to the change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-114993390916136155?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/114993390916136155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=114993390916136155' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/114993390916136155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/114993390916136155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2006/06/never-drink-if-you-gotta-pick-someone.html' title='never drink if you gotta pick someone up'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-114933460840065412</id><published>2006-06-03T18:28:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T13:00:07.469+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is it that we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice these days how some people get immensely BORED with everything around them. Even if they have friends who will do anything for them, work which they love, good grades, and the energy to attract anyone they talk to - there is a 'bored feeling' on their face all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to understand what they are chasing because nothing seems to satisfy them. Yes, it is the same routine with the same people at college and the same food in the cafeteria. Life is made up of routines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT people are happy and they enjoy every second that they live. &lt;em&gt;Its what we give attention to that grows within and around us. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me - even if I get bored, it lasts only a couple of minutes because there is always something new to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-114933460840065412?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/114933460840065412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=114933460840065412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/114933460840065412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/114933460840065412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-is-it-that-we-want.html' title=''/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-114882288706819511</id><published>2006-05-28T21:48:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T22:28:07.076+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a fabulous musical concert in a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;posh &lt;/span&gt;country-house leaves you.. satisfied!!&lt;br /&gt;i love music.. so much that smts even the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;go-off-to-sleep-or-you'll-die&lt;/span&gt; kinda boring music sounds quite charming. well the one today, that i'm talking about, wasn't anything like that :P&lt;br /&gt;the concert (along with a barbeque) was at a beautiful country-house amidst bamboo trees, in a place called Kitsuki. it took a very very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;omoshiroi &lt;/span&gt;one-hr ride with my Otousan to get there (with him talking about my 'future' plans - i.e. ranging from what i'll do when i get back home in the afternoon to how many kids i want to have after i get married!)&lt;br /&gt;so.. heneway,&lt;br /&gt;the performances were great - flute, guitar, and harmonica. ones that leave you in high &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(romanchiku??) &lt;/span&gt;spirits with all sorts of wonderful thoughts. your mind becomes clear (even though its jst fr a split second) giving you a glimpse of what you want/should be doing in the future.. and the food (but ofcooose) was yummy as ever..&lt;br /&gt;so i came back, feeling complete and happy cuz of all these wonderful things that had occured..&lt;br /&gt;in the moment-of-clarity i'd even thought i would start off with my 1500word report, finish it by 10pm, watch an episode of friends, and then sleep.. perfect0??&lt;br /&gt;BUT... on returning home i get a msg saying i have an exam in the 2nd prd on multiculturalism (mind you, its approx. 135slides EACH, and there are 5 lectures coming!!) shocked as i am, i couldnt understand what was being said to me.&lt;br /&gt;i panic.. and i go ganbatte-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ing &lt;/span&gt;fr 3hrs. finish one lect. and here i am ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(pause)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(did anyone feel that earthquake or was it jst me??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-114882288706819511?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/114882288706819511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=114882288706819511' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/114882288706819511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/114882288706819511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2006/05/fabulous-musical-concert-in-posh.html' title=''/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-114778981626006421</id><published>2006-05-16T23:14:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T13:35:55.556+09:00</updated><title type='text'>love at first sight</title><content type='html'>the instant we met, i knew it was smth special.&lt;br /&gt;moments we've shared are unfathomable...&lt;br /&gt;dancing around in circles till we saw stars. lazying around in the summer sun. getting embarrassed every time your head drooped as you dozed off. rains - running around like kids, getting soaked and wetting the whole house. food - &lt;em&gt;ah..&lt;/em&gt; that was a common love.&lt;br /&gt;i thought we'd stay for longer, but you went away too soon.. its taking me long to accept this. even now, smts i can hear you sneeze and feel your presence!&lt;br /&gt;it kills me to think we wont be together anymore. to smell shampoo as you shake your head to dry your wet hair.&lt;br /&gt;no matter those who come, i've loved you, and i always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're closest to heaven than i'll ever be&lt;/em&gt;, and i will miss you everyday my sweet kitty* &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(*my dog who passed away two yrs back).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-114778981626006421?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/114778981626006421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=114778981626006421' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/114778981626006421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/114778981626006421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2006/05/love-at-first-sight.html' title='love at first sight'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094378.post-114777531122134198</id><published>2006-05-16T18:30:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T20:27:06.580+09:00</updated><title type='text'>ishpeaking thots</title><content type='html'>you know there are some people who know exactly what and when to say, and -usually- it makes a lot of sense.&lt;br /&gt;for me, i usually end up going blank - zilch - *poof* at the time. OR i end up saying smth totally stupid, that makes no sense. then later, i come up with smth i could have said. but you know what, tough luck - the moment's gone!!&lt;br /&gt;recently, i was actually able to say exactly what i felt, and surprisingly, it turned out to be the worst day. as i spoke, i knew it was all going wrong, and everything started to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sound&lt;/span&gt; exactly the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;opposite&lt;/span&gt; of what i had meant it to.&lt;br /&gt;it was like my head was saying "FYI: smts our weaknesses are our strenghts. SHUT UP!" but i didnt.&lt;br /&gt;so, a general advice to those who have the same problem - you're not losing out on much. its not such a good feeling anyway :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094378-114777531122134198?l=stash-travieso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/feeds/114777531122134198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094378&amp;postID=114777531122134198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/114777531122134198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094378/posts/default/114777531122134198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stash-travieso.blogspot.com/2006/05/ishpeaking-thots.html' title='ishpeaking thots'/><author><name>xipxap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02627287854837261978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaoBUW3Lqrc/SjhORtHz2bI/AAAAAAAAKJk/63WvsElFPLs/S220/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
