<?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-7164432</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:59:01.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the wonderful world of Naori</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naochan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164432/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naochan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Naori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968180162854200597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164432.post-112793767748465463</id><published>2005-09-28T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T13:01:17.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Several week since last post</title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since I started this program I have had no sense of satisfaction. The only fact that I continue this program is because I am NOT a quitter. I will stick with this to the end. 2 years, no biggy right? Anyways, I'll have to take some side courses. I mean why not learn something while I am learning another, right?  Anyways, school, we go to school bright and early in the morning.. and class is cut short then it's designated end time. ... RIP OFF!&lt;br /&gt;Never mind that, How was my day? Today is kind of gloomy... drizzled a bit, but overall kind of gloomy. Well, on the bright side, I'll get to see my friends this weekend. HURRAY FOR WORK!&lt;br /&gt;It's the only time I see them. How I love to work at BC Place right now, it's because thats the only time me and my friends see each other. Other than the fact that we do have some minor gathering once in awhile. Hey, you may think well you guys just went to a new school about a month why are you missing them already? I mean, friends if you don't see them, they become not so friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I don't understand why people keep putting advertisement in my comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRR...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164432-112793767748465463?l=naochan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naochan.blogspot.com/feeds/112793767748465463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164432&amp;postID=112793767748465463' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164432/posts/default/112793767748465463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164432/posts/default/112793767748465463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naochan.blogspot.com/2005/09/several-week-since-last-post.html' title='Several week since last post'/><author><name>Naori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968180162854200597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164432.post-112699178750428033</id><published>2005-09-17T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T14:16:27.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Week: at a new school</title><content type='html'>I thought I wasn't going to miss highschool. I did. I really absolutely did. I thought going to highschool was a big commute. It really isn't now that I looked at in a larger scale. I only had to wake up at 7:30am and walk 30mins to school. But, now that I started this post secondary school I really do miss my friends. I hated the stuff I had to do in secondary school, but in this institution I hate the work even more. (The classes make me seem like a no brainer) The things there are incredulously easy. If this doesn't get harder I think I am going to get "stupider". Now, it's possible they will make that into a official english word.  But, I am taking Hospitality Management. There are no good looking guys at this institution or bright one for that matter. I regret not attempting to apply for university. I am absolutely sure I could have gotten into Arts. But, I can't do anything now. I don't want to waste my time. 2 years. I can endure. And besides my only purpose in University is to look at guys anyways. So, why not spend to years actually concentrating. Maybe, I wil become someone useful. Hell, I'm going to be learning how to cook and bartend.&lt;br /&gt;On the side note. I am also going to have to learn japanese, english and math at another institution. If I ever want to be someone useful, I've got to put the effort right?&lt;br /&gt;Now this institution is much farther than the one I'm going to for hospitality. I need to ride a one hour bus ride there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now that I've summed that up. I was going to mention I feel in love with the korean language, customs, culture, and clothing style. So, after I finish my chinese school this year I might consider taking up some korean classes. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, So, what has everyone else been up to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164432-112699178750428033?l=naochan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naochan.blogspot.com/feeds/112699178750428033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164432&amp;postID=112699178750428033' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164432/posts/default/112699178750428033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164432/posts/default/112699178750428033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naochan.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-week-at-new-school.html' title='My Week: at a new school'/><author><name>Naori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968180162854200597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164432.post-111785888107923983</id><published>2005-06-03T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T21:21:21.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sad attempt to get you hooked to Princess Bride</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you a story by Morgensten, as readapted by William Goldman, also known as Bill. But, let me readapt his version to suit the xangian format.&lt;br /&gt;Princess Bride Part I (I don't want to carry on for too long)&lt;br /&gt;...There never was a truer, unrequited love then that of the beautiful Buttercup and her fair Westley...&lt;br /&gt;Now, this was a time before Europe and after Germany, Italy and all those other countries were formed. But thats the the setting of our scene. Our settings lie in the small country named Florin. &lt;br /&gt;There was a girl named Buttercup, who would always ride her horse. As she grew, so did her beauty. But, she never seem to realized how the men gawked at her. All she did was ride her horse and bossed the farm boy around. She'd call "Farmboy, clean my horse!" or "Farmboy, fetch me that!" and the Farmboy would only reply "As you wish." "As you wish."&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't till this particular day when the Count Rugen came with is wife the courtess. The courtess as one knew was very lavious and had good sense of fashion. When she caught glimpse of the farmboy she turned on her flirtatious charm. This, Buttercup noticed right away. She didn't know what was it then.&lt;br /&gt;Not until at night she realized she was jealous. Jealous our the courtess and how she looked at the farmboy, Westley. Then, it hit her, she was in love with Westley. As she was a very frank person, she marched up to Westley's hut and said "I love you Westley, I didn't know when it happened, but I love you. I love you more this minute than I did 20 minutes ago. And I think I love you more with every minute pass. I love you I love you I love dear Westley." But all the farmboy did was slam the door infront of her face.&lt;br /&gt;She began to cry. She turned and ran, stumbled, cried and continued to run. She went into her room and continued to cry until she could cry no more.&lt;br /&gt;At night, a knocking sound was upon Buttercup's door. She asked "Who is it?".&lt;br /&gt;"It is I."&lt;br /&gt;"Westley?"&lt;br /&gt;"yes"&lt;br /&gt;Buttercup flung opened the door. "What I told you then, it was a lie. I was lying to you."&lt;br /&gt;"I am going to leave for America tonight." Westley said.&lt;br /&gt;"Tonight? Did I frightened you to make you leave? I didn't mean it. Are you in love with the courtess. Oh, you must be thats why you're leaving." Buttercup said.&lt;br /&gt;"I am going to make money, work several job and call for my wife." Westley continued.&lt;br /&gt;"So, you are going to call for the courtess, well, she won't be able to stand living in America. She'll leave you." Buttercup raged back.&lt;br /&gt;"I am not talking about the courtess!" Westley talked back.&lt;br /&gt;"Then you love me?" Buttercup said.&lt;br /&gt;"If your love was the sand, then my love is the universe. Will you wait for me?" Westley replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I shall love no one else besides you my Westley." Buttercup replied.&lt;br /&gt;"That is enough. I shall call for you as soon as possible." Westley replied. And he turned and began to walk.&lt;br /&gt;"Not even a kiss?" buttercup said. And they kissed and Westley was off.&lt;br /&gt;Buttercup now started to groom herself to look beautiful for Westley. She did all the chores in the house. And read that Westley has sent, and write to him.&lt;br /&gt;Sometime later news came. "Buttercup come quickly!" his father called. "We have some bad news, the dread Pirate Roberts has taken the ship Westley was on." his mother finished. "The same dread Pirate Roberts that takes no hostage?" Buttercup hissed. "The same." His father replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no, Westley's dead! My love is dead. I shall never love again." Buttercup wept.&lt;br /&gt;This is the end of Part I... stay toon for Part II&lt;br /&gt;Now something about meIt sounds pretty like me.. from the quiz i did.. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Marriage&lt;br /&gt;How will you choose your Mr Right?No matter how many men you have beating a path to your front door, when it comes to picking Mr Right, you'll listen to your parents. Not only will you become weary of all your suitors, deep down you don't quite trust your own judgment.&lt;br /&gt;Who will be your future Mr Right?Your real-life hero will be manly. He'll be dependable, even financially. He will protect you and always respect your feelings. He'll probably be quite a bit older than you.&lt;br /&gt;When will you get married?You will be very determined and thorough in choosing a spouse. You'll study every detail about your man before saying yes to a life of love. You will eventually make a good choice, but you'd better be sure that he's willing to wait that long.&lt;br /&gt;What sort of wife will you be?If your hubby is crazy enough to ask you to do silly things, you may as well have fun with him. You'll make a fun-loving wife.&lt;br /&gt;Will you and your husband have a good time together?You and your spouse will choose to spend time on more romantic activities. You won't end up quite as healthy, but you'll have plenty of fun going out for drinks, watching concerts or playing cards at home with other friends.&lt;br /&gt;What will your children be like?Your kids will be very naughty. They will often get into trouble but you will have a great time bringing these fun-loving kids up. They are lively and smart.&lt;br /&gt;How loyal are you?You get along very well with most guys. Sometimes your friendliness misleads others to think that you're a bit of a flirt, but actually you've got a loyal heart. You'll never have eyes for anyone except your beloved husband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164432-111785888107923983?l=naochan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naochan.blogspot.com/feeds/111785888107923983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164432&amp;postID=111785888107923983' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164432/posts/default/111785888107923983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164432/posts/default/111785888107923983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naochan.blogspot.com/2005/06/sad-attempt-to-get-you-hooked-to.html' title='sad attempt to get you hooked to Princess Bride'/><author><name>Naori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968180162854200597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164432.post-109953633288510865</id><published>2004-11-03T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T18:45:32.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expenditure</title><content type='html'>Oro.. I had a crumby day. After reading the Catcher In the Rye I some how feel depressed.&lt;br /&gt;If you've never read taht book, well it talks about a seventeen years old boy that is psychologically depressed and has no direction in life. The more I read the more he sounds like me.. or I sound like him.. That doesn't sound too great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, back onto happier thoughts, aww man I have none right now. I'll just wait for something fun to happen. Probably won't happen any time soon. Wish I could find some sport friend. I want to play sport. I'm always happy when I play sport and listen to music. Thats why when I get old enough to move Im going to somewhere warm so I can play sports outdoor all year round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, currently I am not doing anything interesting.. wish I had time to volunteer, but judging by this year, I dont think I can do much volunteering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill wait for the summer to come back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164432-109953633288510865?l=naochan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naochan.blogspot.com/feeds/109953633288510865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164432&amp;postID=109953633288510865' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164432/posts/default/109953633288510865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164432/posts/default/109953633288510865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naochan.blogspot.com/2004/11/expenditure.html' title='Expenditure'/><author><name>Naori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968180162854200597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164432.post-109894762535707828</id><published>2004-10-28T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T00:18:01.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Dance</title><content type='html'>Today October 27th, 2004. The day of the Halloween dance. Me and my fairy costume went out to hit the dance floor with my cat, mouse and two witch friend. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, also today was the Lunar Eclipse I only saw half of the lunar eclipse process. Disappointed but at least I remember it better than when I saw it in grade 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy said I was a sexy fairy. .but I ain't showing no picture of myself.. He told me... must had a lot of guys stare at you.. I didn' t see that as the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the dance really blew, there were 4 good songs and a thosand lousy one.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pooie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think Joey is much the blogger, she doesn't even post in her xanga for about 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164432-109894762535707828?l=naochan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naochan.blogspot.com/feeds/109894762535707828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164432&amp;postID=109894762535707828' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164432/posts/default/109894762535707828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164432/posts/default/109894762535707828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naochan.blogspot.com/2004/10/halloween-dance.html' title='Halloween Dance'/><author><name>Naori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968180162854200597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164432.post-109877676778367911</id><published>2004-10-26T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T00:46:07.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Galore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyways, It's currently October and I am extremely strapped for time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Lets have a load down of what need to be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My scholarship essays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My university/college application.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My graduation/course fees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My Exam fees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My Law homework, English essay, and Math Homework (3 sections behind)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My Yearbook Club (the stress .. bare the burden)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hey I can go on now.. my dad never remembers. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have a job as you know working at McDonalds to finance all my fees..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;which means I'm working over time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I still need to finish my work experience training... arrrrrr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My work experience teacher is slow.. I found my own work experience.. im SOOO good.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ooo.. I doing Choir.. wanna hear me sing.. lalalalalalalalala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;KEI where's my nice avatar? kekee.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyways.. bet no one visits here.... -___- thats why I stop posting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Murder.. please dont terrorism me... I have a weak heart... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;White chan... found a job yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;sei... i remember you from AO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;setsuna.. dont think she's ever visited here... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Joey doesnt come on to blogs.. not that i know of... -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164432-109877676778367911?l=naochan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naochan.blogspot.com/feeds/109877676778367911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164432&amp;postID=109877676778367911' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164432/posts/default/109877676778367911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164432/posts/default/109877676778367911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naochan.blogspot.com/2004/10/update-galore.html' title='Update Galore'/><author><name>Naori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968180162854200597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164432.post-109029118135766115</id><published>2004-07-19T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T19:39:41.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bummer</title><content type='html'>I am unavailable to go on the computer more than an hour a day. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;well anyways, I was reading a manga the other day, and the things that were said in the manga seemed really logical. &lt;br /&gt;The male character appears to be a total player, and he has sex with many females (these females are two-timers) he dumps them once they break off with their boyfriends. This one girl gets to become friend with him because she totally hates him. And he tells her that the reason he is a player is because he thinks all girls are not loyal. He shows insecurity to girls because of his mother. But this thing he said really struck a cord he said "because the male species feel insecure therefore they need to spread their seeds in as many female as possible to produce the next generation and males aren't just the perverted horny people that always want sex, females are just as horny and pervert, females are in constant search for the perfect genes to produce the best offsprings" &lt;br /&gt;yes I admit I can relate.. but doesn't mean I like it.. &lt;br /&gt;there is another manga series "ayashi no ceres" who mention the whole idea of "there is no love in this world" the only reason why male-female have sex and get married is for the soul purpose of creating offsprings.. this is the animal embedded in the human. &lt;br /&gt;yes I know its true.. but this world is sure mighty cruel... and the true meaning of love is just a simple fairy tale that some cruel people made up to make our miserable existance a little more hopeful.. but what it is really doing&amp;nbsp;is boostomg us up to a level where when we&amp;nbsp;fall back down to reality it actually really does hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;now back to my day. &lt;br /&gt;on sunday went to "walk of the dragon" fun.. I think i like walking around stanley park.. I should do it more often.. &lt;br /&gt;monday, when I got off the skytrain and onto the number 16 bus at 29th ave skytrain station at around 430 I saw this really tiny girl.. i think she could be 2 or 3. She was so cute.. she went through a barred fence onto the sidewalk and picked up something a walked back through the barred fence.. her head was just&amp;nbsp;tall enough to fit that she didnt have to bend.. hehe.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164432-109029118135766115?l=naochan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naochan.blogspot.com/feeds/109029118135766115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164432&amp;postID=109029118135766115' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164432/posts/default/109029118135766115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164432/posts/default/109029118135766115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naochan.blogspot.com/2004/07/bummer.html' title='bummer'/><author><name>Naori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968180162854200597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164432.post-108942063687475077</id><published>2004-07-09T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T17:50:36.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The big FRIDAY ... away from school</title><content type='html'> weeks x 8 hours x 5 lunch breaks - no soap = 2 really dirty pairs of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Soap, what is the would without the santuary that is cleanliness?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to the real topic of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most adorablest kid I've seen yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was sitting on the bar and he said "Look ma.. NO hands!" *clunk* then he fell to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;factual: He was sitting on the bar at the bus stop of 29th avenue station, and releasing and catching the bar. He said:"its fun" then gave a smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this conversation that the boy had (6 years old) was the most hilarious thing I've heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kid: "star wars was great"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: "we should get number one than, its the one with jarjar he flies with luke skywalker"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kid:"they changed his name it used to be called anikin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad:"well, we will just have to watch and find out what they said, it could be his son"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kid:"i think its because the director is called luke"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad:"the directors first name is George, maybe from his last name lukus"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(lapse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kid:"my friend's house Nicky has lots of spiders."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad:"oh really.. oo spider scary"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kid:"yah, Nicky said his mom found a black widow in the garage"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad:"oo.. black widows are dangerous"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kid:"yah they also found a trantula in the kitchen sink"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad:"oh I dont think there are trantula's in BC, they like somewhere warm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kid:"but its got hair, its hairy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad:"maybe its a spider that looks like a trantula, did she kill it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kid:"yah, they flushed it down the toliet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad:"you mean the sink?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kid:"yah the sink, cause they killed it in the kitchen sink."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(lapse : on bus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kid:"oh macdonald had a farm.. e i e i oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on this farm there was french fries ... e i e i oh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh macdonald had a farm e i e i oh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on this farm there was slushies... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ronald mcdonald had a farm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on this farm there was hambergerlers.. e i e i oh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad:"hambergers"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kid:"keke.. hambergerler... hambooger... hambuger.... humbuuugerler..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad:"hamberger"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kid:"hambuger.... ham-ber-ger"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(then the bus got to noise and crowded)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they did make me thought of something I forgot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember hambergerler and what was the bird with a pink shirt, or that big purple mass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... kids... got to love 'em they can be so entertaining.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164432-108942063687475077?l=naochan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naochan.blogspot.com/feeds/108942063687475077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164432&amp;postID=108942063687475077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164432/posts/default/108942063687475077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164432/posts/default/108942063687475077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naochan.blogspot.com/2004/07/big-friday-away-from-school.html' title='The big FRIDAY ... away from school'/><author><name>Naori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968180162854200597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164432.post-108863889884411478</id><published>2004-06-30T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T16:41:38.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The HORROR that is my work place.. and the HOPELESS FAILURE that I am</title><content type='html'>It started on Tuesday, the total dispare that I felt and the endless guilt I should feel afterwards began here, The Sun-Yat Sen Classical Garden. I began my work experience at 8:30am. The lady Loretta (2x) I think, made me do the sweeping of cobwebs on the railings. (SPIDERS GALORE might I add) and I am a terrible Arachnophobian. Then, the evil that is the assistant Manager "Wilfred Lim". He critized me.. and he even kept making fun of my name. I asked if he could call me by my real name "Jenny" not "Jennifer" nor "Jenn" but "Jenny" and everytime he would emphasize the name "JENNY". And after he heard I was an arachnophobia took advantage of it by saying something... "ooo.. lets make Jenny do the SPIDER jobs." If it wasn't worse when he heard that I played computer games he said "oh you don't have a life." I said "Yes I do." then he responded with "oh, how can you get a life if you play 24/7." (hello, I could have been playing an hour a day for all that matters.) So, with all that done. It was the next day, the worse day. He made the comment of "bai chi" and ofcourse he was referring to me. It quite upset me to be insulted so much in two days of work. I could help it but to cry. And after the manager "Mary Cheong" said to me "We don't like you to express personal emotion here in the public area, or you not working well with the team" and she said she needed to release me. "she said it was my fault for start conversation with the other staff." (Hello earth to world, some of them were the staff asking me.. I didnt even start most of the conversation and they did.. I thought this was how they did it, had I known I shut my mouth and acted rude by not responding) So, everything ended up being my fault. &lt;br /&gt;So, now thats not the upsetting part. It's how to tell my teacher. The thing is, I suppose to be a tourism student, I suppose to be able to take care of myself and be a abled worker. Now, how am I gonna explain to her that I am a FAILURE in her teaching. I wasn't able to keep a job more than 2 days. I feel like such a Failure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164432-108863889884411478?l=naochan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naochan.blogspot.com/feeds/108863889884411478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164432&amp;postID=108863889884411478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164432/posts/default/108863889884411478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164432/posts/default/108863889884411478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naochan.blogspot.com/2004/06/horror-that-is-my-work-place-and.html' title='The HORROR that is my work place.. and the HOPELESS FAILURE that I am'/><author><name>Naori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968180162854200597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164432.post-108829933713824434</id><published>2004-06-26T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T18:22:36.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two FACE</title><content type='html'>I am living a life binded by myself.&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 sides to myself. &lt;br /&gt;One the wild side - loving to take risk and challege things&lt;br /&gt;One the subtle side - don't want to do anything irrational and out of the ordinary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far the subtle side is winning. Fearing of failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered what is life and what does being on this world mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I let myself go and not think about what happens next. Or do I need to plan my whole life out so as not to struggle day to day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, life is short isnt it? shouldn't I be trying everything? But, thinking short isnt really short... there could be days taht are too long to overcome. &lt;br /&gt;but if i get hit by a car or anything, thats it? And I would have missed out..&lt;br /&gt;but what if I dont die right away or die at the age of 65 and all my money runs out, I don't have a family to take care of me.. and I am withering but very slowly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you wonder, why i have 2 different me... both trying to win and get out.. &lt;br /&gt;from time to time either sides comes out... when I talkative and funny and somewhat nasty thats the wild side. And when I am shy and really protective that would be my convervative traditional subtle side. And oh boy when they release themselves its of two world. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164432-108829933713824434?l=naochan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naochan.blogspot.com/feeds/108829933713824434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164432&amp;postID=108829933713824434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164432/posts/default/108829933713824434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164432/posts/default/108829933713824434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naochan.blogspot.com/2004/06/two-face.html' title='Two FACE'/><author><name>Naori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968180162854200597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164432.post-108821796742202950</id><published>2004-06-25T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T19:46:52.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay... Update on my whole 2 week</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I was extremely extremely overbooked these two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;lets start from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 14. umm.. cant remember, but that was end of class.&lt;br /&gt;June 15. Yea, what did I do... hmm.. oh right.. I had my English Finals.&lt;br /&gt;June 16. I had to wake up in the morning at 8:00 went into fill out work papers at PNE, then I had to drive all the way to chinatown and go to an interview at 10am but the lady i was suppose to meet wasnt there. so at 11am i went again and got the papers signed.&lt;br /&gt;June 17. I went back to school to give the career prep forms back to my teacher, those were the papers i had to sign at the interview. and i went to audition for being a PA announcer. I guess I wasn't chosen.&lt;br /&gt;June 18. this was a Friday? what did I do? hmm... nope I forgot but I did do something. *Updated*Oh now I remember me and my brother went to get our dad something for father's day. &lt;br /&gt;June 19. I woke up at 8am and went to japanese schoool I was to be up to get a Perfect Attendance award. (being there doesn't mean i was the smartest or hardest working)^^ then I had to setup for our performance. I slap together our presentation. we told character discription of a manga (Hanazaki no kimitachi e) anyways i made the powerpoint, found the description and chose the song. we did this in japanese. (I read it off a paper, and I sounded pretty darn good) I went to PNE and picked up my uniforms. afterwards I went to work at 4pm and I didnt started till 545&lt;br /&gt;June 20. I went to work. did it till midnight. I missed father's day. :(&lt;br /&gt;June 21. I woke up at 9am went to drink tea and eat dim sum with my parents. then i went to the bank and cashed in my pay stub. (only 22.30) :P. Then i went to PNE (by the way I have two jobs PNE and mcdonalds) and hand in my payroll direct deposit forms.&lt;br /&gt;June 22. I went to a workshop at school for link crew. (we are suppose to be like bigger brother and sister to the new coming grade 8). After I studied like mad for my biology.&lt;br /&gt;June 23. MY BIOLOGY PROVINCIAL EXAM &lt;br /&gt;June 24. MY CHEMISTRY PROVINCIAL EXAM (I was watching the game between england and portugal before my chemistry provincial. I failed bad.)&lt;br /&gt;June 25. I woke up at 830am and ran to my friend house and we ran to school so we could hand out yearbook. didnt get out till 1pm and me and another firend at fried chicken at churches chicken. and then she went to the library I went to downtown with my mentor.&lt;br /&gt;NOW. I am home. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164432-108821796742202950?l=naochan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naochan.blogspot.com/feeds/108821796742202950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164432&amp;postID=108821796742202950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164432/posts/default/108821796742202950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164432/posts/default/108821796742202950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naochan.blogspot.com/2004/06/okay-update-on-my-whole-2-week.html' title='Okay... Update on my whole 2 week'/><author><name>Naori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968180162854200597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164432.post-108717594076106108</id><published>2004-06-13T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T18:19:00.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Wonders</title><content type='html'>Okay, yesterday was my cousin's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, now that I think about it.. weddings gives me somewhat of a weight.&lt;br /&gt;not the kind of "FAT" weight. I didn't even get full..&lt;br /&gt;No, its just that I find time really goes by soo fast. I didn't even get to know my&lt;br /&gt;cousin so well and well.. now he's getting married already.&lt;br /&gt;What is the world becoming...??&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I am beginning to think I am getting pretty old.. everyone else doesn't see this .. but &lt;br /&gt;ya i am mentally getting old..I know time sure flies.. I can see it.. but I can't do anything to stop it..&lt;br /&gt;thats the problem.. the BIG ISSUE... I CANT STOP THE BLOODY TIME..&lt;br /&gt;Now do you see why I feel this weight??&lt;br /&gt;Im not even mentally getting mature... as in Im not ready for those guy/girl things.. and I am already 17?&lt;br /&gt;I dont think I will even be ready at 25.. but wouldnt that be too late to start looking? or too late to be young and enjoying the young LOVE Thing they have on TV... this is why I feel so concerned about the whole time issue... &lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO BE IN A MANGA... screw this im gonna go read and enjoy my youth..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164432-108717594076106108?l=naochan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naochan.blogspot.com/feeds/108717594076106108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164432&amp;postID=108717594076106108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164432/posts/default/108717594076106108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164432/posts/default/108717594076106108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naochan.blogspot.com/2004/06/wedding-wonders.html' title='Wedding Wonders'/><author><name>Naori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968180162854200597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164432.post-108692244364454815</id><published>2004-06-10T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T19:54:03.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im on my OWN today.</title><content type='html'>The title isn't what it sounds like.. I'm on my own.. literally means I am on my computer in my own little private area we call a bed room. &lt;br /&gt;I'm currently sitting on my bed writing this. Isn't this the grandest thing? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, for that book I said I was reading I am currently on page 143.&lt;br /&gt;Not much progress I know I know. But, I tried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164432-108692244364454815?l=naochan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naochan.blogspot.com/feeds/108692244364454815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164432&amp;postID=108692244364454815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164432/posts/default/108692244364454815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164432/posts/default/108692244364454815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naochan.blogspot.com/2004/06/im-on-my-own-today.html' title='Im on my OWN today.'/><author><name>Naori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968180162854200597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164432.post-108684646497660031</id><published>2004-06-09T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T22:47:44.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today as a whole</title><content type='html'>I started my training at the happy go lucky place they call McDonalds. mmm..&lt;br /&gt;Hard job... made so much mistake, needed to remember so much.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$450/hr... omg.. your talking about japanese yen right murdy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kakaka, darkie is thinking my names are bad... bleh.. :P I think im a genius... why you say? well from my point of view I had 10mins to look at SILENT HILL and find a name I think i did pretty well... KONAMI DIGITAL ENTERTAINMENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I was reading a book called memoir of a geisha still.. im on like page 100 something. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the story is cool... dramatic, tragic, and at the same time very hopeful. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164432-108684646497660031?l=naochan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naochan.blogspot.com/feeds/108684646497660031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164432&amp;postID=108684646497660031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164432/posts/default/108684646497660031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164432/posts/default/108684646497660031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naochan.blogspot.com/2004/06/today-as-whole.html' title='Today as a whole'/><author><name>Naori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968180162854200597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164432.post-108674629395713884</id><published>2004-06-08T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T18:58:13.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a realization</title><content type='html'>Doesn't my blog reminds you of a converse shoe?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my latests ups.&lt;br /&gt;I went running for tresurer for my school grad council&lt;br /&gt;no such luck.&lt;br /&gt;And, i have so much Exams I need to study for.&lt;br /&gt;I have tons of writing assignments to do... Where is murdy and white when you need them :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. still need to do my java project... HENRY... DO IT FOR ME..(..ya he's not gonna read this.. but wouldn't hurt to write it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. now i have to read... read a book.. im choosing to read Memoir of a Geisha..&lt;br /&gt;one of my favourite books you know.. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164432-108674629395713884?l=naochan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naochan.blogspot.com/feeds/108674629395713884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164432&amp;postID=108674629395713884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164432/posts/default/108674629395713884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164432/posts/default/108674629395713884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naochan.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-had-realization.html' title='I had a realization'/><author><name>Naori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968180162854200597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164432.post-108641491257177952</id><published>2004-06-04T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T22:56:44.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The expenses such as SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>Wow... a whole 700 dollars that I have to pay my parents back for summerschool education. This is going to be hard. I don't know if I can get a steady job that pays enough to cover this. I hope my job doesn't fire me right after my probation period. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I feel stress to my neck in complicated financial problems and education agenda.&lt;br /&gt;Welpers, here's to you all my nice viewers, Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164432-108641491257177952?l=naochan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naochan.blogspot.com/feeds/108641491257177952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164432&amp;postID=108641491257177952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164432/posts/default/108641491257177952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164432/posts/default/108641491257177952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naochan.blogspot.com/2004/06/expenses-such-as-school.html' title='The expenses such as SCHOOL'/><author><name>Naori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968180162854200597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164432.post-108607550301607034</id><published>2004-06-01T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T00:38:23.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now, How does this whole BLOG WORK?</title><content type='html'>I've been looking for a long time.. is there a save friend options.. my memory is too poor to remember blog addresses... ARGH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164432-108607550301607034?l=naochan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naochan.blogspot.com/feeds/108607550301607034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164432&amp;postID=108607550301607034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164432/posts/default/108607550301607034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164432/posts/default/108607550301607034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naochan.blogspot.com/2004/06/now-how-does-this-whole-blog-work.html' title='Now, How does this whole BLOG WORK?'/><author><name>Naori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968180162854200597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164432.post-108599498790292627</id><published>2004-05-31T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T02:16:27.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw MURDY DO THIS!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I have started a blog too..&lt;br /&gt;I saw murdy of crows do it... &lt;br /&gt;It looked too nice... &lt;br /&gt;So, I said, "eh, what the heck!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164432-108599498790292627?l=naochan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naochan.blogspot.com/feeds/108599498790292627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7164432&amp;postID=108599498790292627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164432/posts/default/108599498790292627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7164432/posts/default/108599498790292627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naochan.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-saw-murdy-do-this.html' title='I saw MURDY DO THIS!'/><author><name>Naori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16968180162854200597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
