<?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-14102919</id><updated>2011-07-31T11:47:33.657+09:00</updated><category term='Sakura'/><category term='Kanazawa'/><category term='Japan'/><title type='text'>A Homeless Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>I started this blog because I felt lost...without a destination. I didn't even believe I could continue this blog for so long (due to past experiences). But, here I am still...blogging away.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>123</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-6760143437819078253</id><published>2008-12-16T23:55:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:58:10.653+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sydney</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3018/3060947852_ae7a8b1e53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3018/3060947852_ae7a8b1e53.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Very good first impression of Sydney&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/14102919-6760143437819078253?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6760143437819078253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=6760143437819078253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/6760143437819078253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/6760143437819078253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/sydney.html' title='Sydney'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3018/3060947852_ae7a8b1e53_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-8059374314709797651</id><published>2008-03-27T02:55:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T03:12:20.358+09:00</updated><title type='text'>How do I stop?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2108/2320885927_def5934d8a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 359px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2108/2320885927_def5934d8a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;How do i stop...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;working so hard;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;moving forward,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;accelerate so fast...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;How do i sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;with so many thoughts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;mostly aren't mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;so hard I fought...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;How do i cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;with no more tear;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;these eyes so dry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;staring all year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It's been how long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;to climb atop;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;oh I don't know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;how do i stop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-8059374314709797651?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8059374314709797651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=8059374314709797651&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/8059374314709797651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/8059374314709797651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-do-i-stop.html' title='How do I stop?'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2108/2320885927_def5934d8a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-8501277495349158904</id><published>2007-08-20T12:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T02:29:06.524+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Hans Rosling and statistics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Interesting presentation from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hans_Rosling"&gt;Hans Rosling&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/"&gt;TED&lt;/a&gt; website. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Reference - &lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/view/id/92"&gt;http://www.ted.com/talks/view/id/92&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="VE_Player" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" align="middle" height="285" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="8467"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="7541"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://static.videoegg.com/ted/flash/loader.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://static.videoegg.com/ted/flash/loader.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value="LT"&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="NoScale"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value="FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.videoegg.com/ted/flash/loader.swf" flashvars="bgColor=FFFFFF&amp;file=http://static.videoegg.com/ted/movies/HANSROSLING_high.flv&amp;amp;autoPlay=false&amp;fullscreenURL=http://static.videoegg.com/ted/flash/fullscreen.html&amp;amp;forcePlay=false&amp;logo=&amp;amp;allowFullscreen=true" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" scale="noscale" wmode="window" name="VE_Player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="285" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-8501277495349158904?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8501277495349158904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=8501277495349158904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/8501277495349158904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/8501277495349158904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/hans-rosling-and-statistics.html' title='Hans Rosling and statistics'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-8686099136857409089</id><published>2007-05-03T03:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T03:44:28.096+09:00</updated><title type='text'>After the Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/195/479946619_1f75d7b3d1_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/195/479946619_1f75d7b3d1_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;a strange feeling&lt;br /&gt;when it's rainy&lt;br /&gt;so much refreshing&lt;br /&gt;yet so lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-8686099136857409089?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8686099136857409089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=8686099136857409089&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/8686099136857409089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/8686099136857409089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/after-rain.html' title='After the Rain'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-847251676088263311</id><published>2007-04-28T00:15:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T00:22:47.096+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kanazawa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sakura'/><title type='text'>Sakura in Kanazawa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/188/468602113_45157431cd_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/188/468602113_45157431cd_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sakura in Kanazawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/217/468587452_e6cfe8d509_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/217/468587452_e6cfe8d509_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A little pond in Kenroku-en&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/206/468599005_617be150b8_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/206/468599005_617be150b8_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reflection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I went to Japan again. And, here is a posting again after a long, long time. I have much to write, but no time to write it. Just photos. I took 2,121 of them. Only a few good ones to share...here and &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/biggie"&gt;there&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-847251676088263311?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/847251676088263311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=847251676088263311&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/847251676088263311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/847251676088263311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/sakura-in-kanazawa.html' title='Sakura in Kanazawa'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-8527737655425805355</id><published>2006-12-31T15:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T15:16:07.136+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying? No Problemo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6XBKSQ1l31c"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6XBKSQ1l31c" 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/14102919-8527737655425805355?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8527737655425805355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=8527737655425805355&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/8527737655425805355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/8527737655425805355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/crying-no-problemo.html' title='Crying? No Problemo...'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-4312840650664036029</id><published>2006-12-23T03:19:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T03:20:13.781+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Similar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sYVrg4D9sVM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sYVrg4D9sVM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just find it interesting. That's all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-4312840650664036029?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4312840650664036029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=4312840650664036029&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/4312840650664036029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/4312840650664036029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/similar.html' title='Similar?'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-116532984197480818</id><published>2006-12-05T23:35:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T23:44:02.046+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>It's been a while I haven't written anything here. Time has not been much on my side. I start to wonder how other people manage time. To me, time has been scarce. Work, work, and work seem to take most of it. A meeting with friends is not an easy thing to come by...or it's coming by too often with different friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho... Today is Father's Day. So, I really wanna say only two things here:&lt;br /&gt;        (1) Long Live the King.&lt;br /&gt;        (2) I love you, Dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-116532984197480818?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116532984197480818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=116532984197480818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/116532984197480818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/116532984197480818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-116213731177543742</id><published>2006-10-30T00:52:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T00:55:11.796+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Lotus in the Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/83/282311763_4be3e93098_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/83/282311763_4be3e93098_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a pink lotus in front of my house. Just found out about it one morning. And, just wanna put something nice on my blog ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-116213731177543742?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116213731177543742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=116213731177543742&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/116213731177543742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/116213731177543742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/pink-lotus-in-morning.html' title='Pink Lotus in the Morning'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-116076244204335801</id><published>2006-10-14T02:36:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T03:00:42.106+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/06-08-14_23-36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 215px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/320/06-08-14_23-36.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seek space&lt;br /&gt;Short breath&lt;br /&gt;Stiff neck&lt;br /&gt;Lose faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So weary&lt;br /&gt;Voiceless fight&lt;br /&gt;So sleepy&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless night&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/14102919-116076244204335801?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116076244204335801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=116076244204335801&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/116076244204335801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/116076244204335801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/sleepless-night.html' title='Sleepless Night'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-116058107440869234</id><published>2006-10-12T00:29:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T01:34:57.820+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn Back The Clock</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uvOGfSPje3Y"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uvOGfSPje3Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, this one makes me smile :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-116058107440869234?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116058107440869234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=116058107440869234&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/116058107440869234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/116058107440869234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/turn-back-clock.html' title='Turn Back The Clock'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-115851366471898200</id><published>2006-09-18T02:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T01:03:03.186+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons Change</title><content type='html'>I don't know how long it's been that I haven't written about a movie...maybe a year. Anyway, the movie I'm writing about is "Seasons Change: because the weather often changes" ...it's one of the few good Thai movies that you don't wanna miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/96/245563302_a4e4d5ac93.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/96/245563302_a4e4d5ac93.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Synopsis: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pom&lt;/span&gt;, a 15-year-old boy in love, follows the love of his life - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dao&lt;/span&gt; - into a music school with this talented drum skills. The thing is, Dao doesn't even know him. Plus, his father thought he's in a medical school (of the same name). While looking at Dao, who is very serious about becoming a great violinist, Pom met &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aom&lt;/span&gt; - a girl who loves music but not very skilled at any of the instrument. Eventually, Pom will have to choose... what will he choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Take: &lt;/span&gt;At first, I thought it's one of those teenage-love-dilemma movie. It turns out that I was wrong. This is one of the best Thai movie that I've seen. The details have been carefully paid attention to. The music has been coherent and in harmony with the story. And, the jokes has been just funny. No more, no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie starts with a scene where Pom looks at Dao, liking her in secrecy. He followed her to the music school by lying to his dad that he's going to a medical school. He asked Aom (and her father, whom is his dad's friend) to lie to his dad about him studying music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pom even follows the 'love of his life' to an orchestra band, even it means he'll just play timpani  (which he thinks it's boring). But that makes him become closer to Aom, who plays equally-boring cymbal just to get to listen to the music she loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, he heard that Dao wants to get a scholarship to study abroad...Budapest. He suddenly become enthusiastic about going there too, as there can be only two students getting the scholarship. He practices nights and days, but the scholarship application requires his dad's signature. That's when his dad know about the truth, when his teacher called and talked to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/84/245563961_c7e6dc674c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/84/245563961_c7e6dc674c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His dad became furiously silent. Pom thought it was Aom, who told his dad about the school. They fought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end, Pom's dad comes to peace with him with his teacher's help. Aom and Pom become good friends again. And, Pom realize that he likes music. Dao gets to go to Budapest, and Pom chooses to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie ended with happiness, though it's not something like a "happy ending" type. Pom was the one who haven't choosen. Not girls, but his path in life. Dao already chose to walk toward her dream, her success. Aom chose to follow her love of music, though she cannot excel it. The key is Pom and his way of walking the path of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all, I'm impressed with the movie. It's very well in terms of techniques, theme, and storyline. It reflects very much the situation many Thai youngsters are facing nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/97/245564169_de41606ef6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/97/245564169_de41606ef6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: photos from &lt;a href="http://www.seasonschangethemovie.com/"&gt;http://www.seasonschangethemovie.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/14102919-115851366471898200?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115851366471898200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=115851366471898200&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/115851366471898200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/115851366471898200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/seasons-change.html' title='Seasons Change'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-115798899461116398</id><published>2006-09-12T00:18:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T01:45:39.253+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Japan?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/43/76523247_5fac71df9e_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/43/76523247_5fac71df9e_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's one thing I'm crazy about, people around me would be able to tell right away that it's anything about Japan. Well, I'm not crazy about anything Japanese...but I admit it's almost everything Japanese. Though I can hardly understand a Japanese dialogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Japanese food, Japanese movie, Japanese song,  Japanese etc.  Whenever I watch a Japanese movie, I feel sentimental. Perhaps, I was a Japanese kid in my previous life. Someone even said why won't I find a Japanese girlfriend. Good question, but I don't understand it myself why. I guess it's just irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I want to go back and spend some time in Japan again. It was about a year ago that I spent 3 months there. I can say that it was the best 3 months of my life...being so free of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well... if I spend at least a year there, it'd cure my craziness :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-115798899461116398?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115798899461116398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=115798899461116398&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/115798899461116398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/115798899461116398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-japan.html' title='Why Japan?!?'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-115737801770831453</id><published>2006-09-04T22:49:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T22:53:47.133+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/63/228314048_4dd9086467_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/63/228314048_4dd9086467_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, there's nothing to update. I just feel like haven't written anything here for so long. Still don't know what to write, but feel like I shouldn't leave the last blog on for too long :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-115737801770831453?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115737801770831453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=115737801770831453&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/115737801770831453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/115737801770831453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/eve.html' title='Eve'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-115548652853377202</id><published>2006-08-14T01:14:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T03:25:51.773+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The question is...</title><content type='html'>I happened to pass by the movie "Alfie" today. Just some part of it. And a question made me pause and think for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The question is...what do you want to do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; the rest of your life?" An old man asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's the sort of question I've been asking myself over and over again in the past year, and I haven't been able to answer it to a satisfactory level. It can be said that I've done so much to prepare myself for a successful life. The thing is...I'm not so sure if I really want a successful life. After some decades of following the "appropriate" path, the happiness promised is not seen anywhere nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... "Now what?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-115548652853377202?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115548652853377202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=115548652853377202&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/115548652853377202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/115548652853377202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2006/08/question-is.html' title='The question is...'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-115419763720797887</id><published>2006-07-30T02:33:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T01:51:48.740+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Population</title><content type='html'>Well... I'm not particularly well-prepared for today topic. Really. In fact, I just read the news last week about Thailand's population growth rate may reach 'zero' by year 2015. The news made me think...gee...would the cause of human extinction be infertility?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know. I've heard so much from friends and acquaintances about how hard people get pregnant these days. Good friends of mine had tried for so many years to finally get pregnant. And I heard that it's harder for a couple in developed countries to have a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I checked the trends and forecasts from Wikipedia. Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/pop.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/400/pop.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Population in most places are expected to slow down eventually...for whatever reason it is. And the growth rate is constantly declining over the years, and they are expected to decline further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/pop-growth.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/400/pop-growth.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[Thanks for statistics from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_population"&gt;Wikipedia.com&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hypothesis is that these people are too stressful, particularly because of work and /or competition. My crazy imagination is that, if world peace is achieved and there's no poverty, the world population will eventually come to a point of decline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe human won't kill each other to death with wars or nuclear.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe human won't be eliminated from this world through a very serious and deadly disease.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the inability to reproduce is the thing...and we will become extinct no matter how.&lt;br /&gt;And, maybe that's just the way how nature works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note: A lot more on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doomsday_argument"&gt;Doomsday argument&lt;/a&gt; from Wikipedia - a much richer and more thought out ideas&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;{updated: August 1, 2006}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Yai, thanks for the comment na. I hope it's ok to put your comment here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;  Premise #1: if world peace is achieved and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Premise #2: If there's no poverty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;The conclusion was surely drawn from a very crazy imagination : ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I don't think it's the inability to reproduce per se...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I mean we're not genetically altered to be incompetent you know what I mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;but it's the life-style choice or (not so much of a choice  for some)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;BUT the point is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;It all happened before (but dued to something else)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;If we look at the number of the baby-boomers today, we'll see a pattern. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Onces the population goes down significantly, people will start to do something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Some countries even paid you if you reproduced right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;love to talk more but gotta go out now...will come back to check your blog again later na. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;And I like to add something, not really a response to Yai's comment, but rather another view I got from a Israeli biologist-turned-HighSchool-teacher (who got a PhD in some kind of myth-literature), whom I met on the plane from Chiang Mai. (wow...that's long!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;I told him about this crazy idea, and he said it is almost impossible. From history, when a civilization is in peace and prosperity, people just reproduce! Hmm...that makes sense. In that case...it's very unlikely that human population will gradually shrink to zero. What you (anybody) think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-115419763720797887?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115419763720797887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=115419763720797887&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/115419763720797887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/115419763720797887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/population.html' title='Population'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-115358735353011534</id><published>2006-07-23T01:45:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T01:55:53.563+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Busy, Better</title><content type='html'>Every time I complain through my blog, I think I have an obligation to tell everyone when I feel better. Otherwise the world would think I'm still miserable when I actually recovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I do start to feel better now. Not that every problem resoved, but I think I've come to  (to an extend) make peace with it. Actually, with myself. And I'm getting busier now with work (not sure if that's good or bad :P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually considered writing on 'population growth' issue (doesn't sound like me, does it? :P), but I guess I'm keeping this one short for now ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-115358735353011534?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115358735353011534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=115358735353011534&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/115358735353011534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/115358735353011534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/better-busy-better.html' title='Better Busy, Better'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-115341174332538188</id><published>2006-07-21T00:31:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T01:09:03.396+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Will...gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Notice:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once in a while, I just complain here.  And today I will do it again. And. It's gonna be about me, me, me. So it's ok if you guys skip this one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/77/182511404_05556e0a8f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/77/182511404_05556e0a8f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now... I have a feeling that, recently, my will has been weak. A will to do anything...to work, to talk, to walk, even to write this blog. I'm still trying to find out why, though. Maybe I've been writing too much each day I don't wanna do anymore of it. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, don't worry. I'm not that bad yet. I just feel that time is scarce. In fact, I feel that I have less time than others. That's odd, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just writing here and there. Ideas scattered. Not making sense. Well, just bear with me a little more if you already read up to this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just need a getaway. That would probably temporarily solve it. Or a massage. Hmm...that won't do anything much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't think there's a quick fix to this. Maybe it'll just go away someday. Maybe I'll be like this forever. Maybe I'll just get used to it. Maybe...Maybe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-115341174332538188?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115341174332538188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=115341174332538188&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/115341174332538188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/115341174332538188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/willgone.html' title='Will...gone'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-115305404603900905</id><published>2006-07-16T21:46:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T01:12:59.846+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Cha-am Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/54/188825426_17c5187adf_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/54/188825426_17c5187adf_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a long weekend, and my uncle and his (daughter's) family visit us from China.  So, we decided to bring them to the beach. My cousin's 7-year-old daughter, Tian- was in the sea for the very first time. She appeared to be very excited...and happy...to play in the sea all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/57/188824635_d202359274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/57/188824635_d202359274.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/72/188826427_25e68b7e9c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/72/188826427_25e68b7e9c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I didn't do much...except driving around, eating, and taking photographs. Not exactly a type of my usual trip with friends. But hey...it's family business. One should contribute more or less ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/53/188827692_76ffb5de91.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/53/188827692_76ffb5de91.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/76/188824141_1b4b161a1f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/76/188824141_1b4b161a1f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/49/188823968_1024b3f0a5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/49/188823968_1024b3f0a5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sorry I haven't been writing lately. My only excuse is 'work' ...but I guess the real reason is that I don't want to write 'complain' anymore (or at least for a big while). Don't really want to bring it to the sad-side :P  So...I guess I'll bring it back to food &amp;amp; travel soon. Because philosiphy and economics are also boring and unpopular :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-115305404603900905?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115305404603900905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=115305404603900905&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/115305404603900905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/115305404603900905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/cha-am-trip.html' title='Cha-am Trip'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-115064805047212697</id><published>2006-06-19T01:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T01:27:30.493+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/59/164315443_57303dde2b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/59/164315443_57303dde2b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rama VIII Bridge - A view from the cruise ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p.s. this blog is becoming a photo-blog, isn't it?)&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/14102919-115064805047212697?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115064805047212697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=115064805047212697&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/115064805047212697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/115064805047212697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/bridge.html' title='The Bridge'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-114952851814982816</id><published>2006-06-06T02:23:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T02:28:38.170+09:00</updated><title type='text'>From the 15th...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/62/160925374_4cdfb2c3de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/62/160925374_4cdfb2c3de.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was from the 15th floor of the Shangri-La Hotel - the one by the river.&lt;br /&gt;And, it was the longest 2 seconds without a tripod!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-114952851814982816?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114952851814982816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=114952851814982816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/114952851814982816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/114952851814982816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/from-15th.html' title='From the 15th...'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-114909014649420756</id><published>2006-06-01T00:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T00:43:59.956+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like an evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/71/154228685_aecaf86127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/71/154228685_aecaf86127.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I feel like an evening,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;stuck in the traffic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Just like the sun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;looking so dramatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;The day has passed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;the day was long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Like a music video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;without its song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Looking against the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;not so bright,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;But somehow, strangely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;my eyes cannot fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Like feeling sleepy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Like dreaming,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Like lost items,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Like an evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-114909014649420756?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114909014649420756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=114909014649420756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/114909014649420756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/114909014649420756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-feel-like-evening.html' title='I feel like an evening'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-114839255594825925</id><published>2006-05-23T22:42:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T22:55:56.010+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing else to do !?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Well...my life has been busy, &lt;br /&gt;but so-so. &lt;br /&gt;No exciting story, &lt;br /&gt;just photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/47/150390300_a206bcc6d6_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/47/150390300_a206bcc6d6_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/45/150390143_e524cdf382_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/45/150390143_e524cdf382_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mixture of things.&lt;br /&gt;Flower...traffics...&lt;br /&gt;Even a ceramic kid...&lt;br /&gt;But mostly, the basics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/48/145647169_04cf69a3b6_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/48/145647169_04cf69a3b6_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing is getting too long,&lt;br /&gt;and pretty much non-sense.&lt;br /&gt;Better stop it now,&lt;br /&gt;or at my reputation's expense :P&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-114839255594825925?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114839255594825925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=114839255594825925&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/114839255594825925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/114839255594825925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/nothing-else-to-do.html' title='Nothing else to do !?!'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-114797589871027387</id><published>2006-05-19T03:06:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T03:11:38.726+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My Niece !?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/M1weekold4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/320/M1weekold4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...her name is Maggie. My sister and her husband just adopted a 3-month old Basset Hound into their family. Isn't she cute?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-114797589871027387?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114797589871027387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=114797589871027387&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/114797589871027387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/114797589871027387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-niece.html' title='My Niece !?!'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-114701760060747684</id><published>2006-05-07T23:11:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T01:15:11.526+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Baan Talay Dao, Hua-Hin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/46/142019059_f79763db79_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/46/142019059_f79763db79_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just come back from Hua-Hin today. A one-night seemed to be a little too short for the family trip, but I had a good time. The photos can be found &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/biggie/sets/72057594127942521/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; (my flickr album). Most of the photos were taken in Baan Talay Dao - the resort we stayed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/45/142022858_2d88c87f9c_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/45/142022858_2d88c87f9c_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evening by the parking lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/53/142020443_cdbe90efcd_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/53/142020443_cdbe90efcd_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O...Orchid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/47/142019946_b0938ccef9_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/47/142019946_b0938ccef9_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chill Chill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/55/142017266_ea70679e69_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/55/142017266_ea70679e69_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Somewhere by the beach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-114701760060747684?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114701760060747684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=114701760060747684&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/114701760060747684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/114701760060747684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/baan-talay-dao-hua-hin.html' title='Baan Talay Dao, Hua-Hin'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-114513009824010754</id><published>2006-04-16T04:40:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T04:43:44.613+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Glamorous Sky</title><content type='html'>Well...this song has been in my head for quite some time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width: 170px; height: 45px;" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/MediaPlayer/" src="http://www.geocities.com/chnin/glamorous_sky.wma" type="application/x-mplayer2" loop="true" height="45" width="171"&gt;&lt;/embed&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/14102919-114513009824010754?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114513009824010754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=114513009824010754&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/114513009824010754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/114513009824010754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/glamorous-sky.html' title='Glamorous Sky'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-114512205391582803</id><published>2006-04-16T02:03:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T02:27:38.583+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Feasting Fiesta</title><content type='html'>Sorry I have no new food photos to show, as they can pull up the comment-rating {damn!}&lt;br /&gt;But I did eat at a few places over the break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On April 13th, I went to a Chinese restaurant at Siam City Hotel for lunch with my family the other day. Delicious meal, indeed. Then, a dinner at Andaman - a fondue place nearby. The highlight of the day was The Crispy Pork (or the Turning Pork, in Thai).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh (and that's a very long 'oh')... it was the most delicious crispy pork I've ever had. The pork came in about a size of a big chicken (hmm -_-'). It came with both skin and a little bit of meat, and of course, the white bun. The skin was very crispy, yet easy to bite (if you know what I mean). It was almost too oily, but not ;) Ah...and with the sweet sauce + bun it came with. I've gotta tell ya...it was like heaven on earth :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On April 14th, I got together with some of my best friends. Had lunch and dinner around Rangsit area, where one of the friend lives (with his little happy, cute family). Lunch was the Boat Noodle (in Thai again). I looked like any regular Boat Noodle. But before I knew it, I chomped down 5 bowls of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner was also great at "Niranam" restaurant around Rangsit University area (actually, I really don't know where I was). We all ate like crazy. Nothing was special, yet everything was delicious. That day, I ended up a very satisfied human-being...also a very-huge-tummy human-being (^0)=3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-114512205391582803?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114512205391582803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=114512205391582803&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/114512205391582803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/114512205391582803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/feasting-fiesta.html' title='Feasting Fiesta'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-114443155726637984</id><published>2006-04-08T02:19:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T02:39:17.396+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinatown Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/53/124754416_ac7eba7925_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/53/124754416_ac7eba7925_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Yaowarad (Chinatown) last night with 3 of my best friends. Ate so much... ก๋วยเตี๋ยวคั่วไก่ and ก๋วยจั๊บน้ำใสใส่หมูกรอบ (sorry, don't know how to explain in English). Four of us had a good fun...with all flashbacks and trashtalks :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I like the feeling of Yaowarad at night. It's simply lively!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-114443155726637984?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114443155726637984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=114443155726637984&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/114443155726637984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/114443155726637984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/chinatown-night.html' title='Chinatown Night'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-114192504795081202</id><published>2006-03-31T00:55:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T02:53:34.526+09:00</updated><title type='text'>illusions &amp; dreams</title><content type='html'>Once chasing a dream...&lt;br /&gt;...but now I missing my dreamless night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...standing in the crowded train&lt;br /&gt;...letting my mind drifted away&lt;br /&gt;...couldn't help but wondering&lt;br /&gt;...is it night, or is it day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...laying on my bed&lt;br /&gt;...letting my imagination be&lt;br /&gt;...couldn't help but wondering&lt;br /&gt;...was it a dream or illusion I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once chasing a dream...&lt;br /&gt;but got hit by reality...&lt;br /&gt;Was that just an illusion...&lt;br /&gt;O, I wish I can be free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, I wish...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-114192504795081202?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114192504795081202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=114192504795081202&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/114192504795081202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/114192504795081202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/illusions-dreams.html' title='illusions &amp; dreams'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-114372967547467373</id><published>2006-03-30T23:14:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T23:41:15.596+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Wealth Limit ?!?</title><content type='html'>I have always wondered why a (hypothetical) person with 10,000 million Baht would want more money...say 70,000 million Baht. The only reason my tiny brain can squeeze out is that the person doesn't aim for the prize, but for the pride and victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it had led me to think about capitalism and wealth accumulation. Extreme uneven wealth distribution appears to be troublesome...if so extreme, the society probably correct itself through revolution. That's tough. Because the correction process is often painful and usually cost lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...only if people know that enough is ENOUGH, then many problems might not happen. Hmm...if "Enough" can really help, then why not make it a rule. Then, I ask myself, what would happen if a society enforces "wealth limit" - a maximum wealth one can own. This wealth limit doesn't even have to be low. It can be at 10,000 million!!! And, sure, the limit can even move with inflation!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of course. Assuming there's no problem in enforcing and monitoring, which is another story&lt;/span&gt;.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is...we need incentives to efficiently produce and earn...to keep the economy going. But what would a person with 10,000 million need incentives for? More money? More wealth? Isn't 10,000 million enough? The point is...shouldn't a person know that enough is enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe incentives to accumulate wealth (or capital) should be mostly to cope with uncertainty...such as for dealing with illness, children's education, etc. That is to ensure your life will go on as far as nature and science allow you to. But too much wealth accumulation might have just overlook such point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One might argues that the wealth is not only for their children, but for their children's children's and so on. Well...if that's done at the cost of other people now, it might not be even feasible for the society as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been babbling for too long now. My thoughts are not quite coherent, but I just need to get them out. Actually, I'm not that 100% sure about this 'wealth limit' concept...but I can't think any further. So...I'm relying on you guys to counter argue this (^_^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-114372967547467373?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114372967547467373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=114372967547467373&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/114372967547467373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/114372967547467373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/wealth-limit.html' title='Wealth Limit ?!?'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-114338960215851858</id><published>2006-03-27T01:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T01:13:22.190+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Friends' Wedding.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/KO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/320/KO.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, March 25th, was the wedding day of two of my best friends. Yup...to each other. I have never been so happy about a wedding of two people in my life. Perhaps, it's because both the bride and the groom are ones of my best friends. We have known each other for some time...and they have been together for some time. All in all, I just want to express my happiness in today's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...congratulations guys!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-114338960215851858?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114338960215851858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=114338960215851858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/114338960215851858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/114338960215851858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-best-friends-wedding.html' title='My Best Friends&apos; Wedding.'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-114278675979219164</id><published>2006-03-20T01:37:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T01:53:08.726+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Nakorn-Nayok Trip</title><content type='html'>Today...I went to Nakorn-Nayok with my parents. It's the trip that we have been trying to make for quite some time...so we made it today ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a couple of waterfalls, had lunch, and came back. It was a hot day, but I was quite happy because I had a chance to use my camera again since the Japan trip. Well...enough said. Here are some photos :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/34/114679347_ce46b2e8f3_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/34/114679347_ce46b2e8f3_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grilled eggs, yummm &gt;_&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/45/114677913_8a88f41d96_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/45/114677913_8a88f41d96_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lotus at Wang-Trakrai~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/52/114678159_dd04dcef91_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/52/114678159_dd04dcef91_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Water on the lotus leaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/27/114678489_6fec3c5a1f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/27/114678489_6fec3c5a1f_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More Lotus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/38/114679716_60c5ef374e_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/38/114679716_60c5ef374e_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Just extras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...no waterfall photo luey. There's just not enough water T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-114278675979219164?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114278675979219164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=114278675979219164&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/114278675979219164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/114278675979219164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/nakorn-nayok-trip.html' title='Nakorn-Nayok Trip'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-114226862270751263</id><published>2006-03-14T01:43:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T01:50:22.746+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing (dot) (dot) (dot)</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna be brief (again) today. It's not because I don't have anything to write. I do. But I've been writing and thinking and writing so much lately...like a wake-up call to my brain. My fingers are sore, and so does my brain. So...I'm just dropping by...just to let my (few) blogging-friends know that I'm still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I'd like to end with a sentence that reflects my feeling right now (I got it from somewhere I can't remember now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My left brain has got nothing right, and my right brain has got nothing left." Good Nite (@_@)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-114226862270751263?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114226862270751263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=114226862270751263&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/114226862270751263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/114226862270751263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/writing-dot-dot-dot.html' title='Writing (dot) (dot) (dot)'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-114019485368032017</id><published>2006-02-18T01:22:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T01:58:06.910+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Korokke</title><content type='html'>I love Japanese Cream-filled Korokke. Yes, I've been craving it for quite some time now. And I finally made it today. [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For those who have no idea about this ke-ke-thingy I was talking about, it's a Japanese version of a French dish - croquette...Wikipedia has a pretty good explanation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Korokke"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/26/100822977_0688e7926f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/100822977_0688e7926f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was searching the web for a good recipe. They seem to have about two: one for the mashed potato and beef Korokke, and another one is this creamy Korokke. Of course, I was originally aiming for the creamy one. Only that they didn't state how much each ingredient ought to be put in. But I decided to give it a try anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the ingredients are:&lt;br /&gt;- Milk, lots of milk&lt;br /&gt;- Butter&lt;br /&gt;- Corn (in a can)&lt;br /&gt;- (Corn) Flour&lt;br /&gt;- Egg(s)&lt;br /&gt;- Bread Crumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off...you need to cook up the cream filling. Melt butter (I tossed 3 thumb-size pieces into the pan), then add milk (I put in about half a litre). Slowly heat it, and I really mean "slowly" jing jing. It took so much time...to heat it until the milk become thickened, really thickened and creamy. Then, add corn as much as you like. With low heat and long time, the "mix" become very very thick. If so, you are done for the first part. Put the "mix" into a shallow bowl or something. Leave it in the fridge for several hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/38/100822744_f7a3828ad7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/38/100822744_f7a3828ad7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...the rest is straight forward. Take the "mix" out from the fridge and make several flat, oval-shaped paddy. Be careful now. That paddy is actually liquid...very soft. Cover each paddy with corn flour, dip it in beaten egg, then cover it with bread crumb, and deep fry it until the color become light-brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/30/100823492_7d94383959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/30/100823492_7d94383959.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Voila! Serve with Tonkatsu sauce and/or mayonnaise... Yumm!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...h, the Korokke has made my day V(^o^)V&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/14102919-114019485368032017?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114019485368032017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=114019485368032017&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/114019485368032017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/114019485368032017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/korokke.html' title='Korokke'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-114003246056576704</id><published>2006-02-16T03:47:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T21:40:18.840+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Tokei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/tokei.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/200/tokei.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old, broken watch&lt;br /&gt;is kept in the box.&lt;br /&gt;It's hands show the time...&lt;br /&gt;ten minutes past one o'clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dial was cracked&lt;br /&gt;and full of dust.&lt;br /&gt;O I haven't seen it&lt;br /&gt;since the box was shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking through the dusty dial,&lt;br /&gt;a tiny hand is trying to tick.&lt;br /&gt;Like a boy with a broken leg,&lt;br /&gt;keep trying to kick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O my poor watch...&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with you.&lt;br /&gt;Your hands are tired,&lt;br /&gt;...what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[02.16.2006 / 2:39AM / GMT+07]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-114003246056576704?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114003246056576704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=114003246056576704&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/114003246056576704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/114003246056576704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/tokei.html' title='Tokei'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-113942453018770743</id><published>2006-02-09T03:32:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T04:19:21.166+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Flickr</title><content type='html'>After a couple of depressing blogs, I decide to put a stop to it. Thank you, my friends, for all the you have given to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...(and this is not an advertisement)... Flickr is a photo-hosting site I've been using. First off...I'm not sure whether it's pronounced "Flic-ker" or "Flick-R" ...the truth is probably somewhere on the web, but I'm just too lazy to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I started using Flickr for free. And like any other free account anywhere online, there's some limitations. Limitations that I could live with...until I had a big bunch of photos from my Japan trip. I went Pro...which means I paid for extra services from Flickr. Now I can upload a lot more (and larger size) photos each month, have more "sets" created, and some other features I don't really care about :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, you might already figure out by now that today's blog is really nothing :D&lt;br /&gt;(O...I tried to put a Flickr Badge on this blog, but it was impossible)&lt;br /&gt;Here's &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/biggie/sets/"&gt;my Flickr Page&lt;/a&gt; (^0^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-113942453018770743?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113942453018770743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=113942453018770743&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113942453018770743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113942453018770743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/flickr.html' title='Flickr'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-113898980759832574</id><published>2006-02-04T02:13:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T03:03:27.896+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointlessly Enduring</title><content type='html'>It's been a while that I haven't been written anything here. That's simply because my life has no movement at all. Sitting at home, working on a little of this and a bit of that...nothing substantial. Nothing that I really enjoy. I guess this part will be like a blank page of my life. Waiting...drifting...sitting in a cafe and giving out a blank look on my face...or just pretend to read something. Yes, today's blog will be just pointless writing. So you can skip it if you don't have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future is the driving force of Present, and Past is its friction. Hopes and dreams give strength to people to do what they do, to endure what they have to endure, and to fight for what they want. Experiences and mistakes sometimes make people think twice before they act, sometimes with hesitation. But we can go on living everyday despite all these in existence...also in balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow got stuck somewhere along the way. And, knowing that, I'm trying to force myself forward and refuse to be lagged behind. But it still doesn't work very well. I often find myself alone, pointlessly punching keyboards, looking for something I know nothing about...and never found it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm confused whether one should wait for meaningful things to come along or one should search for them. I have been believing in the prior, but my patience (which is a good-size patience if you know me) has running thinner and thinner everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...I don't really know how to end this blog :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-113898980759832574?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113898980759832574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=113898980759832574&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113898980759832574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113898980759832574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/pointlessly-enduring.html' title='Pointlessly Enduring'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-113768806610396023</id><published>2006-01-20T00:51:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T21:41:33.876+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for a train</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/38/86101425_fe82f461b2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/38/86101425_fe82f461b2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a train&lt;br /&gt;on a hot, sunny Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;The sun so strong&lt;br /&gt;with its burning ray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting...... Sweating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking down the track&lt;br /&gt;thinking about the day.&lt;br /&gt;Looking up the sky&lt;br /&gt;seeing my mind further away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting......... Still sweating......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-113768806610396023?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113768806610396023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=113768806610396023&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113768806610396023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113768806610396023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/waiting-for-train.html' title='Waiting for a train'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-113717223885064682</id><published>2006-01-15T01:00:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T02:48:57.906+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Basic</title><content type='html'>In Economics, we learned about Labor and Capital (including Land) that they are factors of production. They are complimentary to each other to some extend, in a sense that one can replace a unit of labor with some amount of capital to yield a quantity of product. Labor earns some returns to its owner, human. And Capital earns some returns to its owner, also human. They appear to be two kinds of the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, they are not quite the same. Labor ownership has some limitation. One can own only one unit of labor, oneself. Capital ownership has a slight difference that makes quite an impact. That is, one can own unlimited amount of capital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can try to increase one's wealth in two ways: (1) buffed up oneself, try to make one's labor more productive, with training...education...and so on; and (2) innovate, try to make one's capital more productive, with new technology...new ideas...and so on. Or (Well...it's actually 2 and a half ways) simply try to own more Capital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...we started to see "inequality" (when some do not own as much Capital as some others). Unequal distribution of wealth only leads to even more unequal distribution of wealth, as the wealthiers want to be even wealthier. And so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...what are Capitals anyway? Labor, we know. It is obvious. But what about Capital?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capitals are products, not money. Money is only its reflection. Capitals are machines, cars, tools, buildings, and anything that facilitates production of something. Capitals are made/produced, and they can be sold entirely (i.e. change of ownership).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...how can we stop or resolve this "inequality"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One way is...to prevent individual from owning Capital. In other words, the government or the state or the people (these represent the same thing) owns it all. In some systems, the state (which suppose to represent people's interest) owns it. Only that...people who work in the state's body exploit it. That sounds like "corruption" alright. Again, with the exploitation, Capital is not actually evenly distributed...especially the power of the people is abused in such way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another way (probably) is...to make Capital absolutely inferior to Labor. Make Capital earn nothing, i.e. it would have no value-added. But, come to think of it, that would be in conflict to reality. For example, a hammer will worth more than just some steel and wooden handle when used by a carpenter to build a chair. Its value-added come naturally by its function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..........I've been thinking this far. And, I still cannot figure it out an effective way to deal with the "inequality." Perhaps, the solution does not lie in the Economic Realm...but rather ethics, moral, culture, maybe even politics. Anybody...any idea?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-113717223885064682?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113717223885064682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=113717223885064682&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113717223885064682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113717223885064682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/back-to-basic.html' title='Back to Basic'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-113665623137050432</id><published>2006-01-08T02:22:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T02:50:31.480+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Just use your imagination...</title><content type='html'>I heard so many people talking about their lives. They told me how they grow up and become like their parents. And their children have been just as bad as they were. I can also see from talking to people...that children resemble their parents...in one way or another...or even in all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if that's the way the world is. What if everybody grows up exactly to be like their parents. And, their children will grow up to be exactly like them. If a mother always read bedtime stories to her children, her daughter will want to do so too...when she grows up. If a father likes to drink every night, his son will want to drink every night too...when he grows up. If parents spoil their kids, their grandchildren will very-likely be spoiled. And the cycle goes on and on and on...generations after generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...until someone, somewhere, somehow decides to do things differently. If a man decides to quit drinking...if a woman decides to comes home after her children already asleep...if parents are strict to their kids, then the cycle will change. It will become a new cycle. But it will keep going on and on and on...and on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-113665623137050432?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113665623137050432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=113665623137050432&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113665623137050432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113665623137050432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-use-your-imagination.html' title='Just use your imagination...'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-113612960325552534</id><published>2006-01-02T00:13:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T02:41:59.060+09:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time to grow up</title><content type='html'>I still feel like a freshly graduate (from an undergrad program, of course!). I do. I feel like a 22-year-old. Well, maybe 23. And I'm blaming it all (or giving the credits to) studying abroad for a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that studying abroad is like a time capsule. And I just leaped ahead to the present time. My friends talk differently, think differently, are married, have a couple of kids, get chubby, etc. And more importantly, they can handle much more responsibilities. Some are even considered 'successful' in their career paths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a couple of weeks back home, I already feel the urge to "grow up"...to catch up, really. Somehow, I find it spiritually difficult...as if I'm trapped in a dilemma. Lost and don't know which direction to go. But I guess I'll have to go through with it anyway...sooner or later. Will have to get a job, be more responsible, manage time, and send greeting cards to everyone during important holidays/birthdays (so sorry, I've perform badly in this area for a long time :P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sum, I feel like I want to change. Some time ago, I was quite happy with who I was. But now, I'm not. I find it difficult to "change" but "not change" ...hmm...confusing isn't it. My point is that I still wanna be me, but a better me, a wiser me, a non-lazy me, etc. Again (and as you might see it from my writing today), I'm finding it quite difficult...but still believe in its possibility.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-113612960325552534?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113612960325552534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=113612960325552534&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113612960325552534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113612960325552534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-time-to-grow-up.html' title='It&apos;s time to grow up'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-113544361100940006</id><published>2005-12-25T01:57:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T02:37:19.113+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas &amp; Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Although not that many people read my blog, I just want to wish everyone a very joyful Christmas and a wonderful New Year na krab~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/6/76527326_d7ade71962_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/6/76527326_d7ade71962_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My blog about the Japan trip is up and going...&lt;a href="http://biggie-in-japan-2005.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-113544361100940006?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113544361100940006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=113544361100940006&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113544361100940006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113544361100940006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas-happy-new-year.html' title='Merry Christmas &amp; Happy New Year'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-113500583903980190</id><published>2005-12-20T00:08:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T00:23:59.100+09:00</updated><title type='text'>座って下さい</title><content type='html'>I discover many things about myself from my Japan trip. Among many, it is more efficient (at least for me) to sit down while taking a shower than to stand. ..................................... Really, I'm not kidding! Well, it is...at least for me la :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/monkey.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/320/monkey.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahhh...enjoying a warm sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; P.S. Yes, I'm gonna be babbling about Japan for a while :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-113500583903980190?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113500583903980190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=113500583903980190&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113500583903980190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113500583903980190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title='座って下さい'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-113475124176707489</id><published>2005-12-17T01:06:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T01:40:41.853+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinating . . . .</title><content type='html'>Ah...so many things to write about, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just my excuse for a shorty (blog) like this one, and many previous ones. The fact is that I just wanna write about my Japan trip, which should be big enough to have it's own website. And, I haven't really picked (from thousands of photos, literally!) and resized the photos yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...the photos of "Soft Cream" below is totally irrelevant to this blog. I just miss it so much :9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/IMG_5798s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/320/IMG_5798s.jpg" alt="" 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/14102919-113475124176707489?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113475124176707489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=113475124176707489&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113475124176707489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113475124176707489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/procrastinating.html' title='Procrastinating . . . .'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-113414162163937870</id><published>2005-12-10T00:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T00:20:21.683+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>I'm finally home! After 7 years away, it feels kinda weird. Have so many plans in my head...unarranged...unclear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/05-12-06_16-171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/320/05-12-06_16-171.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chuzenji Lake, Nikko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But one thing is clear now......I need to get hi-speed internet asap :P&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/14102919-113414162163937870?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113414162163937870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=113414162163937870&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113414162163937870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113414162163937870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-113379242885424553</id><published>2005-12-05T23:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T23:24:50.380+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Not back yet :P</title><content type='html'>Well...I'm still during my trip. But have a little time + the crave to update the blog. So, here is a Momiji from Kyoto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/22_ii_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/22_ii_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/320/22_ii_07.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;P.S. Special Thanks to Mai &amp; Jill, my wonderful hosts in Kyoto.　&lt;br /&gt;        ほんとに　ありがとう  (^_^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-113379242885424553?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113379242885424553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=113379242885424553&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113379242885424553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113379242885424553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/12/not-back-yet-p.html' title='Not back yet :P'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-113285091103813622</id><published>2005-11-25T01:44:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T01:48:31.066+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Going on a trip</title><content type='html'>Well...this is gonna be brief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with the language study! Sad to leave my good friends here at the Yamasa Institute, but excited to go on a two-week travel. So, I might not be updated this blog for a while...due to lack of time and internet connection. But after that, it should be a relatively big update with lots of pictures (^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I'll be back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-113285091103813622?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113285091103813622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=113285091103813622&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113285091103813622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113285091103813622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/going-on-trip.html' title='Going on a trip'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-113257031089109111</id><published>2005-11-21T19:42:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T20:03:02.030+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Nagoya-style Unagi-don</title><content type='html'>Went to Nagoya yesterday to meet up with a good friend, Erina-san. We went to the &lt;a href="http://www.tokugawa-art-museum.jp/"&gt;Tokugawa Art Museum&lt;/a&gt; and Garden...totally wonderful. It's a good luck we got to see the full collection (all that is known to publicly exist) of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Tale_of_Genji"&gt;Genji Monogatari&lt;/a&gt;, the once-in-a-ten-year exhibition. All in Japanese though, but good thing I have Erina-san to explain it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good luck is a live A Capella concert by the lake in the Tokugawa Garden. Very beautiful, but it was quite cold :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...coming to the point today. Erina-san taught me how to eat Unagi-don the Nagoya style. There are three steps as you'll see on the illustration below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/34/65453444_7cdee5432b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/34/65453444_7cdee5432b_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let's Begin ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/27/65453401_d8d6f9207c_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/27/65453401_d8d6f9207c_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Round 1: Standard Unagi &amp; Rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/24/65453414_4b38969b4e_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/65453414_4b38969b4e_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Round 2: With Seaweed &amp; Scallion too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/24/65453422_542e892da2_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/65453422_542e892da2_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Round 3: All with Wasabi &amp; Tea (o-cha) !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/30/65453438_a954232011_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/30/65453438_a954232011_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...until there's none left :9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very good time in Nagoya, especially with the Unagi-don dinner (well, you'd know that by now). Special thanks to Erina-san krab (^_^)V&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-113257031089109111?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113257031089109111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=113257031089109111&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113257031089109111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113257031089109111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/nagoya-style-unagi-don.html' title='Nagoya-style Unagi-don'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-113224106237514156</id><published>2005-11-18T00:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T00:29:25.080+09:00</updated><title type='text'>V (^__^) V</title><content type='html'>I have never understand why (mostly Asian, and especially Japanese) people show the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/V_sign"&gt;"V" sign&lt;/a&gt; or "Peace" sign when pose in a photo...in group or solo. I actually thought it was silly and thought that I would never do such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing not so long after I spent some time in Japan, my two fingers just pop up automatically when in a photos. Seriously. It could be peer pressure, I think. But I'm still under amazement how such culture absorb so quickly. Not only to me...Swiss, Spanish, American, and many more all do it. More amazingly, the environment we are in are full of international students...not so many Japanese. Interesting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I guess that's it for today. This blog is getting shorter, which should please some readers. But I'll go on a long trip soon...so probably no updates for a while, follow with lots of photos :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-113224106237514156?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113224106237514156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=113224106237514156&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113224106237514156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113224106237514156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/v-v.html' title='V (^__^) V'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-113189826993587480</id><published>2005-11-14T01:03:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T01:11:09.970+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Mod-chan</title><content type='html'>I'm so sleepy now, but somehow I feel like I should write something on the blog...don't know why. So, I'm gonna (really-) briefly write about Mod-chan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/05-11-10_18-40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/320/05-11-10_18-40.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mod-chan is a daughter of a friend of the host family of my friend (complex? :P) A couple of my friends and I visited this host family the other day. Very good experience. Got to talk (actually listen) in Japanese a lot, even though I could only understand about 30% of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite moment was to play with Mod-chan, who taught me how to make an Origami Totoro. Very cute. Mod-chan was also a nice sister; I could tell from her act of helping her sis with the Origami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all, I guess this blog is dedicate to Mod-chan...no more, no less (^^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-113189826993587480?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113189826993587480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=113189826993587480&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113189826993587480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113189826993587480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/mod-chan.html' title='Mod-chan'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-113164265072891566</id><published>2005-11-11T02:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T02:11:00.456+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Incoherent</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired, but not unhappy. So...I'm just gonna update this blog real quick and without any coherent :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big test just passed, and I did much better than I thought. I've made many good friends here. Many friends mean lots of fun time &amp; parties, less personal &amp;amp; sleeping time. I really need to sleep soon. Not only that...have to clean the apartment, do the laundry, catch up with class, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning Japanese language has taught me a few things about myself though:&lt;br /&gt;1. I use my eyes more than my ears&lt;br /&gt;2. Since I've not been much of a talker, it took me forever to remember and sing a line of a Japanese song&lt;br /&gt;3. It's hard for me to remember (or memorize) a new word or even a name (So, a plain/blunt memorization tasks or homework is not totally useless for a kid :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...I think that's it for today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-113164265072891566?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113164265072891566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=113164265072891566&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113164265072891566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113164265072891566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/incoherent.html' title='Incoherent'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-113112138438769169</id><published>2005-11-05T01:11:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T14:18:58.070+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My View of Japanese (Language)</title><content type='html'>I've been more or less 'casual' about writing this blog, and I want to keep it that way (although my head is full of all the serious thoughts). Today's story evolved from my 2-month experience with the Japanese language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though difficult as many people might already know, the language also explain so much about Japan in many senses. Here are a few observations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Verb is at the end of a sentence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; This is like the first thing a foreigner would notice about the language...because it's difficult for them. But well...there's no right or wrong. Just because we are used to the verb in the middle doesn't mean it makes more sense to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tells me a lot already. Communication usually comes in a batch of sentences. Mostly, I can never really understand the point until the sentence is over. It explains (at least to me) why Japanese are polite and patience (not quite the words I'm looking for, but sort of). Not only because they have to wait until the end of a sentence, but also because they absorb the essence of the language into their life. Patient, they've become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Various forms:&lt;/span&gt; Japanese language has soooo many forms of things. Plain form. Polite form. Super polite form. Honorific form. Humble form. Form for self. Forms for referring to others. And I'm not making these up (except the "Super Polite" one :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does it tell me? Japan's social system is not only seen in practice, but also embedded in the language. The first word that came to my mind was "tight". I see this as both good and bad thing. The social system, which has (or had, I don't know) worked well since after WWII, is pretty difficult to penetrate. People seems to be happy about their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, some people might say that it sucks (please excuse my language). The system is so strict; there's no flexibility...especially for younger people. Those who comes from a more-liberal social system would feel uncomfortable, especially in the work environment. Everything &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; be accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough position, indeed. All I can say is that social unity comes at a cost of individual freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Language barrier:&lt;/span&gt; Sorry I'm going beyond the language itself. But I can't leave out the great hardshell of Japan. Here...nobody speaks English (of course, it's an exaggeration). But if you are here, you'll understand what I mean. They do speak English, but only when they really really have to. Japan also translate everything into Japanese, for example, books. Tons of foreign books in Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just recently learned that &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Katakana"&gt;Katakana&lt;/a&gt; is not just for a foreign language. What's written in Katakana might sound similar to English (or any other language), but it's not. It's Japanese, and should be read accordingly...otherwise nobody wouldn't understand what you are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The language itself is quite difficult to master. I heard it'd take at least a year to actually use (talking and reading and writing) Japanese in everyday work &amp;amp; life. In a way, the language barrier protects Japan from various things outside. It's not easy to get immediate employment because of the language. It's also not easy to sell things to a Japanese if you cannot communicate well with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well...there is no conclusion for this blog. Just scattered ideas and impressions of the country related to its language. Anybody, any more ideas? I'm just going back to my vocabs laew la. A big test next week /(o o')\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-113112138438769169?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113112138438769169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=113112138438769169&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113112138438769169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113112138438769169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-view-of-japanese-language.html' title='My View of Japanese (Language)'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-113067764339354556</id><published>2005-10-30T21:56:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T22:26:54.296+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh...Another Trip (Nara とKyoto)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/31/57484992_7cc8750ce0_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/31/57484992_7cc8750ce0_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I start writing this now, instead of studying for tomorrow's vocabs, confirms that I'm really addicted to blogging :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on a (quite) short two-day trip. One to Nara, and about half a day in Kyoto. It was quite fun because there are many people this time...Mai &amp; Jill's auntie and her friends. Sometimes I can't help but think about whether I'll have that much fun when I'm older. That'd be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...like my usual "travel" blog. Photos Photos and Photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/33/57479330_4705a8a1b4_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/33/57479330_4705a8a1b4_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cool GPS...it's also a CD-,DVD-,MP3-Players!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/32/57479342_79055b4cdc_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/32/57479342_79055b4cdc_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Colorful Building in Nara...have no idea what they are :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/33/57479347_004723495e_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/33/57479347_004723495e_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chinese for Lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/27/57479357_fb87e596ee_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/27/57479357_fb87e596ee_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A very interesting buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/31/57479366_e2574797c7_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/31/57479366_e2574797c7_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;東　大　寺　(&lt;a href="http://www.todaiji.or.jp/"&gt;Todai-ji&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/26/57479368_99a0a31fcc_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/57479368_99a0a31fcc_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Very nice lawn...jing jing na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/31/57479381_92391e71a9_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/31/57479381_92391e71a9_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was after the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/31/57479388_3befff0454_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/31/57479388_3befff0454_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why red?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/25/57479394_eae477c33c_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/25/57479394_eae477c33c_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our way out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent one day in Nara, then went back to Kyoto for a nice Tonkatsu dinner. Too bad I ate before I think :P No photos of Tonkatsu this time. Next morning, we just went out shopping on a busy streets of Kyoto. We stopped by a temple on our way. There's something going on there...like a festival or concert, but we didn't linger for long. The rest is just shopping, eating, shopping, and more eating :9 ...so much fun (really, except the walking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/33/57479541_46e3b05d02_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/33/57479541_46e3b05d02_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;男の　たしなみ&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't really know why I bought this guy...herr&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/29/57479560_305fca0d14_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/29/57479560_305fca0d14_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A temple in Kyoto...don't know what it's called :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/32/57479567_8e165847e6_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/32/57479567_8e165847e6_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute Japanese kids on the special day (3-5-7, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/32/57479575_eaf395425c_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/32/57479575_eaf395425c_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I see these things in every temple I've been to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/32/57479579_4ca7533571_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/32/57479579_4ca7533571_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Strong Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/24/57479582_c76e9068fa_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/57479582_c76e9068fa_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Man...I like the wood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/27/57479583_02e8d284ef_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/27/57479583_02e8d284ef_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is my favorite picture...guess why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Well...another satisfied trip. Too bad it's too short. I wish I can go somewhere again some time. Hopefully soon...hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-113067764339354556?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113067764339354556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=113067764339354556&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113067764339354556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113067764339354556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/ahhhanother-trip-nara-kyoto.html' title='Ahhh...Another Trip (Nara &amp;#12392;Kyoto)'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-113048650646228384</id><published>2005-10-28T16:48:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T17:01:46.496+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Edward Monkton</title><content type='html'>I really don't know much about Edward Monkton, but I know that I like his artwork/thoughts. Thanks to my good friend who introduced me to his art. I browsed through &lt;a href="http://www.edwardmonkton.com/"&gt;his website&lt;/a&gt;...not much writing, more drawings though. So...this guy draws on greeting cards, mugs, t-shirts, and also write books. If anyone knows more about this guy, please let me know (^__^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/EM%20penguin%20of%20death.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/320/EM%20penguin%20of%20death.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/EM%20pig%20of%20happiness.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/320/EM%20pig%20of%20happiness.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/EM%20potatoes.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/320/EM%20potatoes.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/EM%20deep%20thought.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/320/EM%20deep%20thought.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the liberty of putting some of his drawings here (since it's downloadable). If you wanna see more, just go to his website. I hope you like them too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-113048650646228384?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113048650646228384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=113048650646228384&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113048650646228384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113048650646228384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/edward-monkton.html' title='Edward Monkton'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-113041776041756718</id><published>2005-10-27T21:28:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T21:58:02.203+09:00</updated><title type='text'>ともだちと　たべましょう　{Eating out with friends}</title><content type='html'>Today I went out for dinner with my close friends at Yamasa: Nomy-san, Nui-san, Sai-san, and Huang-san. Two Thais, two Koreans, and one Taiwanese...we went to a Japanese restaurant nearby. Really...there's no story except lots of delicious food and beer. In fact, I'm currently drunk while writing this blog. Here are some photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/26/56561274_6cf42e431f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/56561274_6cf42e431f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oishii Age-tofu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/29/56561271_86a61f2aa0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/29/56561271_86a61f2aa0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hmm..Yummy salad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/05-10-27_18-46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/320/05-10-27_18-46.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Delicious eel !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/32/56561276_a0d5ddd9cb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/32/56561276_a0d5ddd9cb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soft-serve Ice Cream...sugoi desune~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but to tell how happy I am with the dinner...because of two things: good food &amp;amp; good friends. Amazingly, all of us was able to communicate only in Japanese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-113041776041756718?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113041776041756718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=113041776041756718&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113041776041756718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113041776041756718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/eating-out-with-friends.html' title='ともだちと　たべましょう　{Eating out with friends}'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-113005640637286056</id><published>2005-10-23T17:19:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T19:41:54.346+09:00</updated><title type='text'>私の新しい(古い)自転車  {My new old bike}</title><content type='html'>Several day ago, I was lucky to inherit a bicycle from my Korean friend...Yoon-san. Thanks to Yoon-san (and to Jennifer-san for introducing him to me), I now have a bicycle without having to pay anything. So I treated him with a Sushi lunch one day :9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can now go further and faster now. The bike is quite old (that's why I got it for free), and several things about it did't work properly. There was no bell, and the front brake (right-hand) was gone. The chain also crank a sound of loosing when I paddled a bit hard, especially uphill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/bike1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/320/bike1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, I bought it a bell and a lock (although it's probably the least attractive bike).&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I found out that the front light still works :D&lt;br /&gt;And, today, I just fixed up the front brake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chain is still a bit cranky though, but I guess I'm grateful already :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-113005640637286056?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113005640637286056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=113005640637286056&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113005640637286056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113005640637286056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-new-old-bike.html' title='私の新しい(古い)自転車  {My new old bike}'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-113004479039496043</id><published>2005-10-23T14:14:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T17:45:41.876+09:00</updated><title type='text'>October</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/pappelallee1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/200/pappelallee1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naomi is not a girl's name, but a German band (I believe)...two guys named Bernd and Nico. "October" is one of my favorite song of the album - Pappelallee. And afterall, this is October, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width: 170px; height: 45px;" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/MediaPlayer/" src="http://www.geocities.com/chnin/october.wma" type="application/x-mplayer2" loop="true" height="45" width="171"&gt;&lt;/embed&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/14102919-113004479039496043?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113004479039496043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=113004479039496043&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113004479039496043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/113004479039496043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/october.html' title='October'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112991192997034153</id><published>2005-10-22T00:42:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T01:29:25.010+09:00</updated><title type='text'>When I really really have nothing to write (but still want to)</title><content type='html'>I have nothing to write because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I now live in a very very small town in Japan&lt;br /&gt;2. English, Thai, and Japanese are having a mini-WW3 in my head&lt;br /&gt;...so I'm spaced out most of the time&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't do much beside studying, eating, sleeping, and going to the grocery&lt;br /&gt;4. I tend to eat all the time, which keeps my hand(s) occupied&lt;br /&gt;...very difficult to type&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...But...But...I have a solution for today...because I feel like I should write something. I actually want to write something. Only that my brain is too tired for the heavy stuff. My days have not been very exciting for the fun stuffs. So...I'll just put some quotes on. Hahaha...what a cheap way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------- ^^ -------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If all economists were laid end to end, they would not reach a conclusion.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- George Bernard Shaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When a thing is funny, search it carefully for a hidden truth.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- George Bernard Shaw (again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We've heard that a million monkeys at a million keyboards could produce the complete works of Shakespeare; now, thanks to the Internet, we know that is not true.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- Robert Wilensky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In mathematics you don't understand things. You just get used to them.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- Johann von Neumann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happiness is not achieved by the conscious pursuit of happiness; it is generally the by-product of other activities.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- Aldous Huxley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wonder if other dogs think poodles are members of a weird religious cult.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- Rita Rudner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------- ^^ -------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no relation whatsoever among these quotes. Just something I come acrossed from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-112991192997034153?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112991192997034153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112991192997034153&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112991192997034153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112991192997034153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/when-i-really-really-have-nothing-to.html' title='When I really really have nothing to write (but still want to)'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112967719641361573</id><published>2005-10-19T23:50:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T23:56:31.940+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Encountering Stress?</title><content type='html'>How do you deal with stress? And I'm not talking about a little stress...but rather a little strong stress. Strong enough to effect your concentration at work or your ability to sleep at night. Imagine that you have to pee badly that you almost cannot hold it any longer. That's the kind of stress I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have their own way to deal with stress. Some are effective to some but not another. Some methods are common, some are useful, and some are radical. Here are some ways I can think of that people do to encounter stress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eat&lt;/span&gt; -- One the of the most popular stress-counter method is to eat. Eat snacks. Eat a full meal. Eat fried chicken. Or eat a veal. Eating method usually works, but more or less temporary. Once you get hungry again, you probably would be stressed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drink&lt;/span&gt; -- Of course, I'm not talking about drinking water...but alcoholic beverages. This is very popular for people with broken heart (and if it's raining too :P) and want the stress to go away quickly somehow. It turns out that this method is unlikely to yield a success. Most of the time, it emphasizes stress...especially shortly after stop drinking or after waking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exercise&lt;/span&gt; -- This is proved to be a very effective method to relieve stress, personal or work-related. I personally cannot find anything wrong with it, except that it's tough for lazy people to get started. Regular exercise can also prevent stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Massage&lt;/span&gt; -- This is a quick, addictive, and probably expensive way to relieve stress (unless you have someone who's willing to do it at you will). A good masseuse would make you forget about any stressful stuffs at the tip of their fingers...and likely to make you want to go into hybernation directly. It is addictive though. Sometimes stress comes up only because of the lack of massage :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Work&lt;/span&gt; -- If it's not work-related, some people just put their minds into work or study. Similar to meditation, a high level of concentration makes the stress goes away. This can be useful sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isolation&lt;/span&gt; -- This is popular (I think) again with the heartbrokens...either in love or in other things. Isolation sometimes help, but it is likely to increase the level of stress most of time. Usually accompanied with drinking and perhaps particular kind of music (which is not very useful for our purpose).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shouting&lt;/span&gt; -- Though I have never really tried this myself, but I believe it's the quickest way to get a grip of oneself. Most people, I imagine, would shout into a pillow to prevent unnessary alarm to others nearby. I guess it's like a soft-reset of one's state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Writing&lt;/span&gt; -- Mostly it comes in the form of diary, either online or offline. Sometimes, stress is only needed to be let go somehow, somewhere, and in some form. As we grow up, we'll soon realize how little time we, our friends and family have each day. A lengthy talk on the phone or face-to-face might not be always available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friends &amp; Family&lt;/span&gt; -- Friends and family often provide good support in stress relief (well, unless that stress are from them...but let's hope not). They are usually there to listen, which is more than enough most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...that's all I can think of right now. If anybody has any idea, please feel free to add some comments. In case you are wondering, I'm not under any kind of stress. At least, not recently. It's just some thoughts that acrossed my mind once in a while. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not a single brain cell was harmed during the production of this article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-112967719641361573?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112967719641361573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112967719641361573&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112967719641361573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112967719641361573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/encountering-stress.html' title='Encountering Stress?'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112937081851286696</id><published>2005-10-15T18:49:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T19:06:58.523+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Juicy Yolk!</title><content type='html'>When it comes to boiling an egg, I often have absolutely no clue how long it should take for an egg to get cooked...let alone how the egg would be cooked the way I like it. But today was different. Somehow...yes, somehow...I was determined to boil an egg just the way I like it, with juicy yolk หรือยางมะตูมนั่นแหละ (well not exactly juicy, but I think you know what I mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might be just common knowledge, but I (for one) have never known nor remember the way. And I found the way today! The eggs came out perfect...and I really mean Perfect!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Take an egg (or eggs) out the the fridge for a little while. Boil water and put the egg in when the water is a little warm. When the water starts to boil, wait about 6-8 minutes...then take the egg out and put it in cold water. Done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are like me (i.e. like juicy egg yolk and don't know how to do it), please try and let me know whether it also works in your kitchen or not. Maybe I'm just lucky today :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-112937081851286696?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112937081851286696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112937081851286696&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112937081851286696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112937081851286696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/juicy-yolk.html' title='Juicy Yolk!'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112927893884995248</id><published>2005-10-14T16:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T17:41:35.820+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Emptiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Like a page unwritten,&lt;br /&gt;Like a penguin,&lt;br /&gt;Like a song unsung,&lt;br /&gt;Like a phone...never rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a cup on the shelf,&lt;br /&gt;Like a bowl in the sink,&lt;br /&gt;Like a ping-pong ball,&lt;br /&gt;Like a date without a fling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an unplugged TV,&lt;br /&gt;Like my mailbox,&lt;br /&gt;Like a black sky,&lt;br /&gt;Like that quiet dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a broken lightbulb,&lt;br /&gt;Like a ceramic doll,&lt;br /&gt;Like an uncharged battery,&lt;br /&gt;Like a shadow on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the horizon,&lt;br /&gt;Like a new postcard,&lt;br /&gt;Like the bamboo shrub,&lt;br /&gt;Like a brand new start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like life sometimes&lt;br /&gt;full of affairs,&lt;br /&gt;But when look closely&lt;br /&gt;see nothing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-112927893884995248?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112927893884995248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112927893884995248&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112927893884995248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112927893884995248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/emptiness.html' title='Emptiness'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112919499144519799</id><published>2005-10-13T18:07:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T18:19:21.763+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I got Tagged!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tagged by &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/nonglisa"&gt;Nong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mechanics of the "Weird List" - Tagging Game:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write 5 weird habits that you have and then tag 5 other ppl by leaving a msg on their blog and/or putting their links in your own blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I come to Japan for a language study right after my PhD (a lot of people find it quite weird)&lt;br /&gt;2. I get drunk after a glass of wine&lt;br /&gt;3. I like to turn the light off after I'm already in bed&lt;br /&gt;4. I always fall asleep in a classroom regardless of how much I slept the night before&lt;br /&gt;5. I now travel alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Five Songs - The Rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List five songs that you are currently loving. It doesn't matter what genre they are from, whether they have words, or even if they're any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying right now. Post these instructions, the artists, and the songs in your blog (Xanga). Then tag five other Xanga friends to see what they're listening to. (*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well...since I'm not really on Xanga, I'll just list my songs&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ela E Carioca (Jobim-Morelenbaum)&lt;br /&gt;2. Somewhere Over the Rainbow (Israel Kamakawiwo'ole)&lt;br /&gt;3. But Not For Me (Chet Baker)&lt;br /&gt;4. Only Trust Your Heart (Stan Getz)&lt;br /&gt;5. Summer (Joe Hasaishi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Official rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write 20 random facts about yourself then tag the same amount of people as minutes it takes you to write the facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm still a student&lt;br /&gt;2. I love Macintosh&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't have a Mac :(&lt;br /&gt;4. I travel a lot lately&lt;br /&gt;5. My clothes are hanging all over my apartment&lt;br /&gt;6. I think slowly&lt;br /&gt;7. I like snow&lt;br /&gt;8. I miss my family &amp; friends&lt;br /&gt;9. I have many good friends, but all of them are quite far away&lt;br /&gt;10. I love photography&lt;br /&gt;11. I want an electronic dictionary (which is expensive)&lt;br /&gt;12. I don't like studying Economics :P&lt;br /&gt;13. I want a bicycle&lt;br /&gt;14. My left foot is bigger than the right one&lt;br /&gt;15. I love tennis&lt;br /&gt;16. I love drinking with my close friends&lt;br /&gt;17. I love delicious food&lt;br /&gt;18. I write on my blog almost everyday now&lt;br /&gt;19. I start to run out of idea now...&lt;br /&gt;20. I wanna have a dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAG:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...it took me about 2 minutes to finish the list. I'd like to tag...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;a href="http://ohmymai.blogspot.com/"&gt;Noomai&lt;/a&gt;... 'cus I know it'll spread through out Japan this way :D&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;a href="http://kickoman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kickoman&lt;/a&gt;... how about the 'cream of the crop' bunch of people? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-112919499144519799?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112919499144519799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112919499144519799&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112919499144519799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112919499144519799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-got-tagged.html' title='I got Tagged!!!'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112912797283055532</id><published>2005-10-12T23:20:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T12:14:11.343+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyoto Revisited</title><content type='html'>It was last year that I went to Kyoto, a three-day sightseeing trip. It was intense and...well, sleepless. Last year, I picked up a few important location such as &lt;a href="http://www.japan-guide.com/e/e3901.html"&gt;Kiyomizu&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.japan-guide.com/e/e3908.html"&gt;Kinkaku-ji&lt;/a&gt;, and a few places I don't remember their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I had a chance to visit Kyoto once again. I stayed there for a few nights in order to go to Osaka for a sport event (which I lost terribly and don't want to talk about it :P), but I had a day to look around Kyoto. Well, it was more like half of a day because I couldn't drag my lazy ass out of the bed until almost lunch time. Anyway...special thanks for &lt;a href="http://ohmymai.blogspot.com/"&gt;Noomai&lt;/a&gt; &amp; Jill for hosting me...gave me shelter and food...and be my wonderful tour guides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that half day, we made it to two places...namely &lt;a href="http://www.japan-guide.com/e/e3923.html"&gt;Byodoin&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.japan-guide.com/e/e3915.html"&gt;Fushimi Inari&lt;/a&gt;. I guess it's because Mai &amp;amp; Jill called it the temple behind a 10-yen coin, I thought there's a huge 10-yen coin in front of the temple. But, in fact, the temple on the coin portrays the Byodoin temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've said too much already. So unlike me :P&lt;br /&gt;Should get to the pictures, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/33/50821541_65d6b14aae_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/33/50821541_65d6b14aae_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The coin and the temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/24/50824554_c8ed024059_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/50824554_c8ed024059_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Silhouette!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/31/50823443_8ef964d256_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/31/50823443_8ef964d256_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at the pond.......nothing :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/30/50823447_da5633ee56_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/30/50823447_da5633ee56_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"give me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/26/50823446_46a2dd8ee1_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/50823446_46a2dd8ee1_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was such a nice day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/27/50823445_22a2a30c35_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/27/50823445_22a2a30c35_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love green!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near the Byodoin (actually it's on the way in and out), there are tons of tea shop letting out the sweet aroma of green tea. We couldn't resist, so we tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/28/50824556_ae5fa52732_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/28/50824556_ae5fa52732_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Only if you can smell it ~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/30/50821538_63b7cf89fa_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/30/50821538_63b7cf89fa_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kampai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also tried some 'tea ice cream' too, and it's very very delicious. Only that the picture is prohibited to the public (^^;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was the Fushimi Inari. We got there at about the sunset time. I tried my luck with the Japanese "Siem-See" ...couldn't read. But it appeared that my luck was not so good. So I had to tie it somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/27/50824558_8abc4c57da_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/27/50824558_8abc4c57da_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/27/50824559_1e09f813de_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/27/50824559_1e09f813de_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are a lot more of this red thing when we went in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we went further in and walk through tons of the red gates, it was dark. It would give out a scary atmosphere if you go alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I took tons of photos. But we didn't stay too long because our stomachs wouldn't let us to. It was a long and torturing trip to a restaurant, but eventually our stomachs were fulfilled (with ramen &amp; ice cream).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I didn't have so much time to look around more. There are more temples and shrines I want to visit. So, Kyoto, it's not over between us!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/33/50824557_950b168284_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/33/50824557_950b168284_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&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/14102919-112912797283055532?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112912797283055532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112912797283055532&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112912797283055532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112912797283055532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/kyoto-revisited.html' title='Kyoto Revisited'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112904380913777981</id><published>2005-10-12T00:08:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T00:53:34.690+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I really want to update my blog, But...</title><content type='html'>...but I'm too damn busy! Can you believe it? I shouldn't really be busy, but I really am! And the only thing that's keeping me occupied now is "memorization" !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right...one of the things I hate to do, memorization. But I have to do it. Here are my vocabs for today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;かんたん　= easy&lt;br /&gt;ちかい = near&lt;br /&gt;とおい = far&lt;br /&gt;はやい = early, fast&lt;br /&gt;おそい = late, slow&lt;br /&gt;（ひとが）おおい = many, more (people)&lt;br /&gt;（ひとが）すくない = less (people)&lt;br /&gt;あたたかい = warm :)&lt;br /&gt;すずしい = cool :)&lt;br /&gt;あまい = sweet&lt;br /&gt;からい = spicy&lt;br /&gt;おもい = heavy&lt;br /&gt;かるい = light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;はる = Spring&lt;br /&gt;なつ = Summer&lt;br /&gt;あき = Fall, Autumn&lt;br /&gt;ふゆ = Winter&lt;br /&gt;きせつ = season&lt;br /&gt;あめ = rain&lt;br /&gt;ゆき = snow&lt;br /&gt;くもり = cloud&lt;br /&gt;てんき = weather&lt;br /&gt;「お」まつり = festival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;もみじ = maple (red) leaves&lt;br /&gt;くうこう = airport&lt;br /&gt;ヘテル = hotel&lt;br /&gt;せかい = world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some Kanjis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;上 ~ うえ = above, on, up&lt;br /&gt;下 ~ した = down, under&lt;br /&gt;中 ~ なか = middle, inside&lt;br /&gt;大 ~ おお、だい = large, big, great&lt;br /&gt;小 ~ ちい、しょう = small, little&lt;br /&gt;半 ~ はん、なか = half&lt;br /&gt;分 ~ ふん、わ = minute, part, division&lt;br /&gt;力 ~ ちから、りょく = power, force, ability&lt;br /&gt;何 ~ なに = what&lt;br /&gt;明 ~ あか = bright, light&lt;br /&gt;休 ~ やす = rest&lt;br /&gt;体 ~ からだ、たい = body&lt;br /&gt;好 ~  す、こう = love, like, favorite&lt;br /&gt;男 ~ おとこ = man, male&lt;br /&gt;林 ~ はやし = wood&lt;br /&gt;森 ~ もり = forest&lt;br /&gt;間 ~ あいだ = between, interval&lt;br /&gt;畑 ~ はたけ = cultivated field&lt;br /&gt;岩 ~ いわ、がん = rock&lt;br /&gt;目 ~ め = eye&lt;br /&gt;耳 ~ みみ = ear&lt;br /&gt;手 ~ て = hand&lt;br /&gt;足 ~ あし、そく、た = foot&lt;br /&gt;雨 ~ あめ = rain&lt;br /&gt;竹 ~ たけ = bamboo&lt;br /&gt;米 ~ こめ、べい = rice&lt;br /&gt;貝 ~ かい = shellfish&lt;br /&gt;石 ~ いし = stone&lt;br /&gt;糸 ~ いと = thread, string&lt;br /&gt;花 ~ はな = flower&lt;br /&gt;茶 ~ ちゃ、さ = tea&lt;br /&gt;肉 ~ にく = meat, flesh&lt;br /&gt;文 ~ ふみ、ぶん = pattern, letter, sentence&lt;br /&gt;字 ~ じ = letter, character&lt;br /&gt;物 ~ もの、ぶつ、もつ = thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...that's pretty much most of it. Herr...all I'm asking for right now is nothing more than a little (a lot is also ok) improvement in my memorization ability.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-112904380913777981?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112904380913777981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112904380913777981&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112904380913777981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112904380913777981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-really-want-to-update-my-blog-but.html' title='I really want to update my blog, But...'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112879384287845211</id><published>2005-10-09T02:43:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T02:50:42.886+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh...I'm losing a will to tell stories...</title><content type='html'>Many things have happened in the past few days...many things I can cook up stories based on them. But, I just haven't felt like telling those stories. Not right now...not yet. It could be just because I'm plain lazy...or maybe something else...I don't really know. In fact, I did start writing several times before, about what had heppened. But I ended up discarding them all. Just didn't like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...in short, I went to Tokyo...then Kyoto...then Osaka day trip and back to Kyoto again. So many things, so many cities, so many train rides...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/IMG_3093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/320/IMG_3093.jpg" alt="" 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/14102919-112879384287845211?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112879384287845211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112879384287845211&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112879384287845211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112879384287845211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/ohim-losing-will-to-tell-stories.html' title='Oh...I&apos;m losing a will to tell stories...'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112823247123773661</id><published>2005-10-02T14:44:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T14:54:31.246+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Morning Glory - Cooked!</title><content type='html'>Actually, there's nothing much. Just that I cooked the Water Morning Glory (herr...isn't there a shorter name? Now I shall call it WMG la kan!) for lunch. As always, in a freaky way, I took a photo of my food. Here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/IMG_2935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/320/IMG_2935.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was actually a big pile of WMG. But when I cooked it, the damn WMG shrunk to about 1/7 of its original size. Taste good though :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-112823247123773661?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112823247123773661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112823247123773661&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112823247123773661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112823247123773661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/water-morning-glory-cooked.html' title='Water Morning Glory - Cooked!'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112816811981522549</id><published>2005-10-01T20:52:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T21:28:50.700+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My Nagoya Day Trip</title><content type='html'>Since I arrived Japan, there has been no single weekend that I totally stay in Okazaki. Tokyo...Osaka...now Nagoya. Herr...these weekends has been hurting my beloved pocket, if you know what I mean. And they have made me pull out my secret superpower - stingy economist - out when I shop for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I love all my weekend trips. Although just a day trip, this one is no exception. I went with other three of my classmates: Joerg-san, Liu-san, and Casey-san. When I call them, I always add "san" at the end because we always do that in class. Would feel weird without it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joerg-san will leave tomorrow...going back to Switzerland. So we had our gathering as a day trip to Nagoya since no one had gone there before. First off...we went to Nagoya Castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/32/48228030_cda558d3c9_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/32/48228030_cda558d3c9_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nagoya Castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/30/48228900_37511e5559_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/30/48228900_37511e5559_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice Subway entrance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interesting place, only that it was burned down during the Second World War. But they did a good job in restoring it. Not much of the inside though. We spent a good amount of time there before heading to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/28/48228902_b55e3c47a7_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/28/48228902_b55e3c47a7_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All-U-Can-Eat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked for quite a while until we found a place on the 10th floor of a building across Oasis 21. Well, out of hunger, we just went in without really knowing what they have to offer there. It turned out to be an All-U-Can-Eat "Japanese Fondue" (sorry, I don't really know the name). We ate a lot within the 1-hour limit a nice waiter told us. Actually, from eating there, we noticed Oasis 21 and went there afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/32/48228031_e9168bd357_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/32/48228031_e9168bd357_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oasis 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/25/48228348_b399b07f64_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/25/48228348_b399b07f64_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Oasis 21, there is a lot of water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/25/48228034_83407c7aa0_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/25/48228034_83407c7aa0_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still on Oasis 21...trying to take a weird photo :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had our fun (which was basically walking around on a glass floor and took many pictures), we headed for the Osu Kannon Temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/29/48228350_45679e1df4_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/29/48228350_45679e1df4_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People at the Osu Kannon Temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing much to do at the temple, except taking more pictures. So, we walked out shortly into a shopping district. After that, there was just a lot of walking and looking. Not before long, we said our goodbye and headed back to Okazaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My impression of Nagoya from just a day trip was that Nagoya is a big city that is not too crowdy. I like that. I guess I'll have time to find more about Nagoya later...again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/30/48228351_6eb0d485f1_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/30/48228351_6eb0d485f1_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not sure where this flower is?!?&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/14102919-112816811981522549?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112816811981522549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112816811981522549&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112816811981522549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112816811981522549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-nagoya-day-trip.html' title='My Nagoya Day Trip'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112807385829063593</id><published>2005-09-30T19:26:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T18:50:58.300+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Beer and Water Morning Glory</title><content type='html'>I'm not a beer person. If I can choose, I'd rather drink Single Malt. But I have become more acquainted to beer lately. Why? I guess it's the easiest thing for someone who live alone and doesn't drink that much, but still like to drink a little :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BTW, for those who knows, I found Glenmorengie 10 yrs, Ardbeg, Glenlivet 12 yrs, and some other unimportant ones)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...back to the story. I went to Jusco at Aeon (which is even further than Seiyu, my regular supermarket)...walked around and got Beard Papa's Cream Puff and a cone of Vanilla ice cream. Almost bought FF Advent Children, but broke lah :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on my way back, I stopped by Seiyu for some grocery. In the beer section, I saw something I couldn't believe. My surprise #1, a tini-tiny can of beer...almost like a shot. I couldn't help but thinking whether it'd sell because, as many people might already know, Japanese are very tolerant to beer (some said it's in their gene). They drink beer like water here. So, what a mini-me of the mini-me of Japanese beer is doing on the shelf. I eventually decided to buy many sizes of Asahi beer just because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/IMG_2814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/320/IMG_2814.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the picture above, look at the furthest one (considering the 2nd one from the front is a regular 350-ml can). That's so tiny. Only 135ml. That's amost like a shot of Espresso. Maybe it's just for quitting drinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, I also found an amazing surprise #2. Water Morning Glory or ผักบุ้ง. I was so happy I paid 138 Yen for it. I see boil rice. I see Water Morning Glory stir fried with oystersauce :9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/IMG_2817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/320/IMG_2817.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At home, my surprise #3 is that my "left-over" fried rice actually taste pretty good :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-112807385829063593?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112807385829063593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112807385829063593&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112807385829063593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112807385829063593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/beer-and-water-morning-glory.html' title='Beer and Water Morning Glory'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112765269973237534</id><published>2005-09-29T23:08:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T23:07:06.670+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My Osaka Trip (Part 3: Osaka Aquarium)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/32/46355226_4013fbefae_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/32/46355226_4013fbefae_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herr...eventually the last episode. I actually wanted to do this thing in one shot, but it's gonna be too damn long. Anyway, today's about the Osaka Aquarium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I woke up and got ready to go out from the Senrioka House, we went on motorcycles (sitting in the back, actually) going for the train station. Haven't ridden (in the back of) a motorcycle for a while...it kind reminded me of Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...anyway, I went separate way...away from the gang at the Shin-Osaka station...waving goodbye...and headed for the Osaka Aquarium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went early, about an hour early. But the line was already long, at least in my view. I stood there with all the people, mostly came with family...perhaps a couple of little cute kids. Hmm...I have always wonder why Japanese children are so cute and adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eventually got to pay a hefty 2,000 Yen and walked in the front door. People there greeted me with a friendly smile, just like elsewhere in Japan. After that, it's all like a photo shoot session. I took a photo of everything. Although the lighting was a big problem, and the creatures moved so fast, I managed to squeeze some photos to be shown here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/29/46355557_719efa1d32_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/29/46355557_719efa1d32_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just like the background color, somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/29/46355559_0dc6fc70c7_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/29/46355559_0dc6fc70c7_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It took me a gazillion shots on this guy&lt;br /&gt;...and that's the best I could do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/33/46355558_c1940b0e7f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/33/46355558_c1940b0e7f_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I never see this one move...in Tennessee...in Osaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/24/46355560_796a082846_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/46355560_796a082846_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nemo! Nemo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/26/46355561_4ae8b7aa9f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/46355561_4ae8b7aa9f_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This guy is absolutely HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/29/46355562_2982f28f87_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/29/46355562_2982f28f87_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The biggest Ray I've ever seen, at least 2m wide na~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/28/46355950_5affe6dea6_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/28/46355950_5affe6dea6_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Envy that guy jung!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/26/46355947_f66ea5a1d0_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/46355947_f66ea5a1d0_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I shall call him......"mini me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/29/46355949_2fecf50f62_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/29/46355949_2fecf50f62_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think it's a dolphin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/24/46355952_9ae4aba37f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/46355952_9ae4aba37f_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Does this look like a scene from Alien? Or is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/27/46356588_4b0f158ca7_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/27/46356588_4b0f158ca7_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jellyfish!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/31/46355951_7ea5273845_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/31/46355951_7ea5273845_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Turtle there are nice too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/32/46356589_05fe5d7f1d_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/32/46356589_05fe5d7f1d_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....kirene....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent good two hours at the aquarium and came out with satisfaction. After that, it was just a long long walk with nothing accomplished. I meant to go to Numba and to find good Okonomiyaki for lunch. But walking without an actual map turned out to be a very bad idea. I walked and walked anyway...because I still enjoyed everything around me. Only that there's no Okonomiyaki in sight anywhere. Just shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eventually settled down with a cheap beef on rice, thinking I better spend on good Okonomiyaki next time. Then, I tried to go to Tennoji Temple...which should be close to the Thai Food Fest. I thought...that's my last stop before saying goodbye. But, I walked and walked again and again for hours...couldn't find the temple!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eventually (again) gave up and headed for the Thai Food Fest. Bought some Beard Papa's cream puff for the people at the festival. Said goodbye. And left for Okazaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad it was a short trip...but I have a feeling I'll go back to Osaka again. Until then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-112765269973237534?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112765269973237534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112765269973237534&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112765269973237534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112765269973237534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-osaka-trip-part-3-osaka-aquarium.html' title='My Osaka Trip (Part 3: Osaka Aquarium)'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112791705708125272</id><published>2005-09-29T01:30:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T01:27:50.653+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Ela E Carioca</title><content type='html'>It's been a while that I haven't put a song here. I meant to put it on for some time, but something else seems more important. So here it is... Ela E Carioca! (by Jobim &amp; Morelenbaum, I believe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width: 170px; height: 45px;" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/MediaPlayer/" src="http://www.geocities.com/chnin/Ela-E-Carioca.wma" type="application/x-mplayer2" loop="true" height="45" width="171"&gt;&lt;/embed&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/14102919-112791705708125272?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112791705708125272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112791705708125272&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112791705708125272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112791705708125272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/ela-e-carioca.html' title='Ela E Carioca'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112765266158802058</id><published>2005-09-26T20:50:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T19:37:47.396+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My Osaka Trip (Part 2: The Osaka Castle)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/33/46353901_f5b93fa984.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/33/46353901_f5b93fa984.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now let's continue. Actually I don't have much to say. During the Thai Food Fest, I asked a fellow Thai student where I should visit. The guy recommended "Namba" - an area of shopping (that I realized once I get there). So Numba I went. I was walking around the area for a little while...had no idea where I was. I saw many deliciously-looked restaurants, but I was too full from Thai food. So I didn't have a chance to try some Okonomiyaki or Takoyaki :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a little while, I decided to go to the Osaka Castle. Not knowing the way, I asked at an information counter...where I got a subway map (a lifesaver for my trip). It was quite a train ride and quite a walk to Osaka Castle. I spent about 2 hours outside and inside of the castle...took tons of pictures. Since I went alone, I don't have much story to tell except the pictures I took. Here they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/26/46352952_f7a64255de_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/46352952_f7a64255de_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh...the light at the end of the tunnel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/30/46352955_a1cc936804_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/30/46352955_a1cc936804_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quite a technology they had for the pole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/33/46353343_ff5f72cf73_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/33/46353343_ff5f72cf73_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw the sign...it said Osaka Castle, this way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/31/46353346_b6461ac71d_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/31/46353346_b6461ac71d_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was quite a nice afternoon...clear sky and all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/25/46353348_e874378003_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/25/46353348_e874378003_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have tons of this picture from various places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/31/46353899_b0fd6f9c1e_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/31/46353899_b0fd6f9c1e_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Osaka Castle again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/33/46353901_f5b93fa984_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/33/46353901_f5b93fa984_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Somehow I didn't get tried of taking its picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/26/46353902_11a16def7f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/46353902_11a16def7f_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a cool breeze, so it's not so hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/32/46353900_e46459d367_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/32/46353900_e46459d367_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/25/46354440_1f22ceab1b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/25/46354440_1f22ceab1b_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many kids around...chasing pigeons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/27/46353903_0b412ea5a0_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/27/46353903_0b412ea5a0_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big Fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/31/46354439_c2cfa911d0_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/31/46354439_c2cfa911d0_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last shot lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/32/46354441_d0ebbedb1a_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/32/46354441_d0ebbedb1a_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute bicycle, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/33/46354442_f817b68b4b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/33/46354442_f817b68b4b_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmm...I don't know him, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/28/46355221_ecef5bc6db_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/28/46355221_ecef5bc6db_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moving toward the evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/31/46355222_e580c08e42_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/31/46355222_e580c08e42_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is where I came in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/32/46355223_41318767ca_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/32/46355223_41318767ca_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and it is where I came out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, the photos pretty much tell my story...which is "there is no story, just lots of pictures."&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/14102919-112765266158802058?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112765266158802058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112765266158802058&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112765266158802058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112765266158802058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-osaka-trip-part-2-osaka-castle.html' title='My Osaka Trip (Part 2: The Osaka Castle)'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112773274372192453</id><published>2005-09-26T19:56:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T20:09:45.033+09:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Something About Curry</title><content type='html'>Originally I wanted to continue on the Osaka story, but something comes up. Yes...I made curry today. Since I don't want to make Tonkatsu in my little studio apartment, where I happened to sleep right next to the kitchen, I decided to make ground beef curry and throw in a boiled egg and some cabbage :9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/26/46754065_dae6e89447_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/46754065_dae6e89447_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I can't help but to talk about it a little, even just to show the picture. I don't know, but there's something about me and Japanese curry. I just love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;P.S. I gotta study...so if I'm done with study not too late, I'll be back for the Osaka Sequel ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-112773274372192453?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112773274372192453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112773274372192453&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112773274372192453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112773274372192453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/theres-something-about-curry.html' title='There&apos;s Something About Curry'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112765130630516679</id><published>2005-09-25T22:21:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T22:29:44.976+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My Osaka Trip (Part 1: Thai Food Fest)</title><content type='html'>I used to say to myself that I would never do a sequel, but I guess I was wrong. As the name might give it away, there will be a sequel to this one. So many things happened in my two-day Osaka trip. I guess I'll talk about the most important thing first, the Thai Food Festival. So I caught my Shinkansen to Osaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/31/46352368_e30ccafd74_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/31/46352368_e30ccafd74_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A View from Shinkansen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thai Food Fest was one of the reason, among many, that I went to Osaka yesterday. Of course, I want to eat some Thai food (very satisfied, indeed) and I had a chance to meet other Thai students. Plus, I could get the cellphone from Jill right away. Thanks na krab, N'Jill :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/25/46352369_87c65a71ad_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/25/46352369_87c65a71ad_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Center Stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I went straight from Okazaki to Nagoya to Shin-Osaka to Tennoji Station (well...that wasn't quite a straight route, is it?). Anyway, I saw so many people coming to the Thai Food Fest...and the festival was quite big. Almost 30 Thai restaurants joined. Since I only know Jill, and she had to work. So I just walked around and enjoyed the festival. Here are some of the pictures taken while I was strolling around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/24/46355225_8705863879_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/46355225_8705863879_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That looks HOT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/24/46352372_614da85763_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/46352372_614da85763_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got to take it off from time to time :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/32/46352374_223b33a47c_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/32/46352374_223b33a47c_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They also had Muay-Thai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/26/46352371_1bb7491ae0_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/46352371_1bb7491ae0_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And...some nice flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was walking around, I met a bunch of Thai students promoting the &lt;a href="http://www.dekkansai.com/"&gt;Thai Student Association in Japan: Kansai&lt;/a&gt;. A very interesting website, indeed. I actually had a very long, enjoyable chat with many of the Thai (and also Japaneses who speak Thai). It always gives a good feeling to meet wonderful Thai people when you just arrived in a foreign country alone. I spent so much time talking Thai with the Thais...I almost forgot that I came here to learn Japanese :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, I took off for Namba and Osaka Castle...which will be in the "Part 2" of this series. In all, I had a heck of a good time at the Thai Food Fest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/30/46355224_ce14e4d705_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/30/46355224_ce14e4d705_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tennoji Park in the Evening ~ ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The festival ended around 8PM. Originally, I planned to try out one the capsule hotel in Osaka. But Jill's friends are kind enough to host me for the night. So...I was waiting for Jill and helped a restaurant clean up. I guess it's a Thai thing...couldn't just stand there and watch them (who already worked so hard all day) . Anyway, it was fun...reminds me a lot when I helped out at &lt;a href="http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/about-bangkok.html"&gt;About Bangkok&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of this one, I want to express many thanks to the Senrioka Gang: Ae, Ple, Palang, and Taweii ...(hope I'm spelling everything right). Especially, Taweii who let me sleep in his room before he knows it. Without them, I would end up in a small capsule...perhaps with a bunch of old and drunk businessmen...somewhere in downtown Osaka. I hope everybody enjoyed the Beard Papa's Creme Puff :9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-112765130630516679?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112765130630516679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112765130630516679&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112765130630516679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112765130630516679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-osaka-trip-part-1-thai-food-fest.html' title='My Osaka Trip (Part 1: Thai Food Fest)'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112739449632593879</id><published>2005-09-23T12:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T12:14:16.023+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry Laundry (洗濯 - せんたく)</title><content type='html'>I really have nothing much to write...really. Maybe it is because I'm taking on Japanese. Have to study every day. But tomorrow will be a holiday...that means laundry day for me. I actually have been procrastinating my laundry for about a week now...for reasons that there's no dryer (I'll have to hand my clothes within my room) and that I still have more undies :P But that will run out sooner or later. Probably sooner, I think. So I guess I'll do laundry tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason I am afraid of laundry is that all the buttons are in Japanese. I'm just afraid that I'll push the wrong button and all my undies will become maroon. But well...I'll do it. And I'll come back to update this blog. [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saturday Night&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------^^-------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;きょうしつから。。。　&lt;br /&gt;わたしは　タイから　きました。　どうぞ　よろしく　おねがいします。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------^^-------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/IMG_2439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/320/IMG_2439.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friday Morning&lt;/span&gt;] Ok...I put all the clothes in. Had no idea...so I just push several buttons. The only button I know is the "sataato" button. Here's how it looks. I've gotta figure it out some day ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/IMG_2441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/320/IMG_2441.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/320/IMG_2444.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Friday Late Morning] ...pheeew... I finally finished hanging my clothes. The washing machine did a pretty good job in damping the clothes. It's not almost dry, but not soggy either. Better job than I expect (from a free laundry :P). One lesson I learned today though. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't do two loads in one day&lt;/span&gt;...because you won't have enough place to hang it! My apartment now is officially the room of not-so-dry clothes. Can't hardly see sunlight coming in :P Hopefully they'll dry by tomorrow, in time for my Osaka trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I think laundry today was a successful mission. So I should treat myself by eating out :9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-112739449632593879?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112739449632593879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112739449632593879&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112739449632593879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112739449632593879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/laundry-laundry.html' title='Laundry Laundry (洗濯 - せんたく)'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112704672946850242</id><published>2005-09-18T21:17:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T22:55:46.303+09:00</updated><title type='text'>私は東京に行った (I went to Tokyo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/27/44275124_2f3739211d_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/27/44275124_2f3739211d_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I went to Tokyo on Friday to see my cousin, who came to Japan on a business trip. We had dinner with his kind Japanese friend, who treated us with the Shabu-Shabu dinner. The dinner was quite fun with lots of suggestion for me on how to face the 'working world'. I do appreciate their valuable advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed with my cousin on Friday night, so we had time to chat after a long time. I sent him off in the morning before I went to see my friend, Nuaa, at Shinjuku station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/25/44275126_82fec92830_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/25/44275126_82fec92830_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shinjuku Station (behind me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shinjuku station is a very busy station. Busy means tons and tons of people walking here and there. I was instructed to wait in front of a flower shop at the South exit. When I exit at the South exit, I immediately see the flower shop...but with a bit of (culture) shock. There were at least 20-25 people standing in front of the flower shop...looking toward the South exit. And, I was about to be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/29/44275129_6f87cf5367_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/29/44275129_6f87cf5367_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A view of Tokyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Nuaa arrived, she brought me to the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building...which let us see the view of Tokyo. It was something. Tokyo is really a mega-city. A very crowded one, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some sightseeing and (a delicious and cheap) lunch, we went to &lt;a href="http://www.japan-guide.com/e/e3008.html"&gt;Odaiba&lt;/a&gt;. There are many things at Odaiba, museums and shopping centers. But it was getting dark, and there was only one thing in our minds...a hot bath. Nuaa took me to Oedo Onsen Monogatari, an Edo-style decorations. Not only just the hot bath, but there are restaurants, foot massages, resting room, etc. We spent plenty of time there. If I have time, I'll come back and elaborate on the Onsen. Or maybe after I go back there again :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/27/44276145_e494b7f4d2_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/27/44276145_e494b7f4d2_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In front of the Onsen (but still inside)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/24/44276144_7924b63c3b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/44276144_7924b63c3b_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Preparing for the hot bath ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Onsen, it was late...and Nuaa was kind enough to offer me a place to sleep. Well, that's because there is a guest room at the dorm (such a nice dorm!). In the morning, Nuaa was kind enough (again) to make a nice breakfast. Luckily I was quick enough to take the picture of my breakfast before gobbling in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/28/44276589_df0daad250_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/28/44276589_df0daad250_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A very lovely breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the breakfast, I went on the mini tour of the International Christian University (ICU). I know this university for a long time since I worked at Thammasat, but this is my first time seeing it. Well...it's like locating in the forest. Lots of trees. A very green campus, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/29/44276592_630208a793_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/29/44276592_630208a793_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The International Christian University (ICU)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving, we had lunch. Ramen and Soba, to be specific. The Ramen shop was a very small one with a counter for 10-15 people to sit and eat. Behind the counter, there were 3 people cooking...quickly and smoothly. We had to be in a line and wait until some people finished their meal. Before we knew it, the line got so long. Well...the noodles were so delicious, I didn't say much through out the meal. I guess (because I didn't really see me) I had a very "satisfied" expression on my face when I walked out from that Ramen place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/29/44276593_a6e7abed80_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/29/44276593_a6e7abed80_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An absolutely delicious Soba &amp; Ramen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not all. We went for dessert. A French patisseries nearby. Oh...delicious cakes and chocolates. Rich and dense. Along with strong and beautiful coffee. It had made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/25/44276594_f2dde4949e_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/25/44276594_f2dde4949e_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also...the wonderful dessert :9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/25/44276595_3a73dc0f99_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/25/44276595_3a73dc0f99_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt; at the coffee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a big while to get back to Okazaki. I was exhausted, but very happy. I know I have a lot of work ahead of me. But I guess I am looking forward to it!&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/14102919-112704672946850242?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112704672946850242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112704672946850242&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112704672946850242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112704672946850242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-went-to-tokyo.html' title='私は東京に行った (I went to Tokyo)'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112678431414185266</id><published>2005-09-15T20:18:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T20:39:45.356+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I will have 5 trash bins for my tiny studio apartment</title><content type='html'>Well...I'm so tired, but can't help but to write a little about 'trash' today. Although I know that Japan is a country with high environmental awareness, this is the first time I'm exposed to how they do it. It's simple and straightforward, separating your trash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the orientation today, I was given information about "separating trash." Many countries do separate their trash, re-use, and recycle. But I haven't seen anyone does it as vigorously as Japan. And that's good, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm instructed (and given a thin book) about separating my trash. I had to read the book a couple of times to get some idea. And, here's what I understand (please correct me if you know I misunderstand)... I have to separate my trash into 5 groups: paper, plastic, PET bottle, burnable, and non-burnable trashes. And, specifically for the PET bottle (or regular juice bottle), the cap and label go under 'plastic', where the bottle belongs to 'PET bottle' category. This means we have to be careful in separating our trash as well. There's also a specific date for the pick up of each type of the trash, so I'll have to dump them at the site accordingly. So...I'll now have about 5 trash bins/bags for my tiny studio apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, I think this is a good thing although it means more work for me in trashing things. If we are used to it, separating trash into 5 categories is only another simple task (at least I believe so)...a simple task which will help the environment tremendously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I guess there are many 'voluntary' activities like this in Japan. It could be a potential explanation why Japanese economy is not growing...which is because these 'voluntary' (or household's) activities are not recorded in the GDP measurement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-112678431414185266?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112678431414185266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112678431414185266&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112678431414185266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112678431414185266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-will-have-5-trash-bins-for-my-tiny.html' title='I will have 5 trash bins for my tiny studio apartment'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112670134816530805</id><published>2005-09-14T21:30:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T22:04:18.040+09:00</updated><title type='text'>eigo ka wakarimasuka? nihongo ka wakarimasen.</title><content type='html'>That means, "understand English? (I) don't understand Japanese." And that's my day today. It is so energy consuming...being in a place where nobody around you understand what you are talking about, and vice versa. But that's only the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done that much today. Only exchange some US Dollars for Japanese Yen. Pay rent (which made my wallet fly). And, shopped for food and necessary household things. It's my first day in this little studio apartment, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/30/43249046_90b2bb2194_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/30/43249046_90b2bb2194_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm on the 2nd floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/32/43249045_8ffbd19f5a_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/32/43249045_8ffbd19f5a_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Room 202&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/26/43249044_458ca5721f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/43249044_458ca5721f_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The view from my window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many good things about this studio. Fridge, Rice Cooker, pots &amp; pans, Air-conditioner, etc. are provided. I only had to buy some plates, bowls and silverware. But I didn't spend much time in the apartment. After reporting and paying rent at the Yamasa Institute, I stopped by the 100-yen store to buy some necessary stuffs: such as trash bin, toilet paper, silverware, plate, glass, bowl, etc. I happened to buy a couple of cup noodle, which saved my life for lunch. I realized I had to buy some fresh food. So, I started walking and looking at the map. It was a long 20-minute walk toward the supermarket/store, Feel News (I don't know how they come up with the name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/25/43249047_afb79db63a_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/25/43249047_afb79db63a_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/28/43249048_efcf26070d_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/28/43249048_efcf26070d_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Feel News, I walked around and bought things like...chicken, salt, pepper, cabbage, garlic, oil, eggs...things that are necessary for making my own food. There's no fishsauce or oyster sauce. I figured soy sauce should be ok. But, when I looked, I found the same-color sauce. All of them could be soy sauce, but then only some of them can be soy sauce. And, thanks to my Japanese illiteracy, I had no idea which one to pick. So...I just guessed. It turned out that the sauce I chose is kinda sweet. Don't know what it's called though, but I like its taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after grocery shopping, I realized I bought a little too much. I had to pull all my strength to carry my grocery back home. It was a bit too good of an exercise, because I was almost out of breath when I got home...all sweaty and overheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the most important thing about today is in two folds. One, I couldn't speak Japanese...so all I did was smiling to everybody who talked to me. Two, everybody who talked to me cannot speak (nor understand) English. So...they kept talking in (to me) a super-fast Japanese. I couldn't even follow the price of things they (cashiers) told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What impressed me is still the friendliness and the willingness to help. At the bank, a lady teller tried to help my and guided me in writing my name in Katakana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be the first day of class. Who knows what awaits me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-112670134816530805?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112670134816530805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112670134816530805&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112670134816530805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112670134816530805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/eigo-ka-wakarimasuka-nihongo-ka.html' title='eigo ka wakarimasuka? nihongo ka wakarimasen.'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112665496684299647</id><published>2005-09-14T08:40:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T22:04:46.276+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A (really) little thought on "Asymmetric Information"</title><content type='html'>(I want to talk so much about my arrival in Japan, but I'll wait a little longer for that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was waiting to board the plane, I had so many thoughts...like always. Drifting through my seemingly-random thoughts, I came across one about economics (again) about "asymmetric information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no expert on the issues about economics regarding information. I have not even read that many articles or books about it. What I understand is that Asymmetric Information plays quite a role in promoting inequality or an unfair trade or other similar things. In short, it's just not a fair play when information is not distributed evenly. Now, this doesn't mean that everybody has to know everything about everyone. It only means if someone don't know something, nobody else shouldn't know it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, please feel free to correct me if I'm wrong, we mostly concentrate on how to make asymmetric information more symmetric. That's under the assumption that, in short, "human-being is selfish." So, we accept the selfish nature of human to be the unchangeable fact, and we'll try to solve the problem by correcting the asymmetric information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also think about it the other way around...since getting all information straight for everybody seems quite hard for me. Let alone the amount of information we have to absorb everyday. What if we accept the asymmetric information as a natural, unchangeable fact...and try to work something out about the selfishness. Would it be easier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to conclude anything here. Just some thoughts. Maybe someone can enlighten us, fellow bloggers, with some thoughts of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Lately, I learned that long blog is not fun to read...and it indeed takes more time. Hope this one is not too long na ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-112665496684299647?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112665496684299647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112665496684299647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112665496684299647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112665496684299647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/really-little-thought-on-asymmetric.html' title='A (really) little thought on &quot;Asymmetric Information&quot;'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112656473940587145</id><published>2005-09-13T07:34:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T07:38:59.546+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm leaving on a Jetplane</title><content type='html'>Still can't believe I'm 32,000 feet above some coldest part of Canada...going at about 800 Km/hour, further and further away from Ithaca. Still think that I'll get to play tennis in the evening and go home tonight. But I guess things are a bit different now. I will never go back to Ithaca the way I used to. The next time I'm back, I'll be visiting, and not hosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start to miss many people and many things in Ithaca. I'll miss my housemates (Soe, Por, and Natt); I'll miss playing tennis; I'll miss all the crazy (and also peaceful) partying; I'll miss all the cooking (well, not by me) and good homemade food; I'll miss Magnus' dessert too; and, I'll miss all my friends in Ithaca (no matter how long we get to know each other).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the last few days in Ithaca, I felt like I didn't want to leave...although I have to (or I chose to). I find myself extra-sensitive right now. Have you ever feel like there's a golf ball stuck in your throat and don't know whether you should try to swallow it or let it out? I had that a lot lately. Extra-sensitive, ya? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I'm excited and anxious about going to Japan. Still have no clue how my life will be though, but I'm keeping an open mind about it. Hope there'll be many new things for me to explore and I will learn something. Life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe I already left Ithaca for good...&lt;br /&gt;...only my heart remains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-112656473940587145?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112656473940587145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112656473940587145&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112656473940587145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112656473940587145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-leaving-on-jetplane.html' title='I&apos;m leaving on a Jetplane'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112642286559228506</id><published>2005-09-11T15:56:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T16:14:25.596+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Day in Ithaca</title><content type='html'>Finally, my last day in Ithaca have come. So much has happened during the last few days, a short time. All kinds of feeling I've had. I don't even know how to describe them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held a big party yesterday, and it got really big...bigger than I imagined. Luckily, there's enough food for everybody. The party was a blast though. I had a hellova good time. And, I hope everybody did. I don't know when I will have such party again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I tried to spend time with my closest friends...it turned out I have so many good friends here. I went to a nice dining with 16 other people. Came home. And, found a pleasant surprise. A slideshow my housemates and closest friends had put together for me. It was very touching...making me feel like I don't wanna leave this place. I would've cried if not so many people around. I would've cried with friends who cried. But, I was just too stubborn :P I guess I'll have my chance of shedding tears when nobody is looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very touched and feel all the love and great friendship. Oh...I have so much feelings pouring out of my heart, but I'm just too lousy to put them into words. One thing is clear though. I am determined to come back next summer when many of my friends here will graduate. If that comes true (and I deeply hope so), today is not my last day in Ithaca :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-112642286559228506?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112642286559228506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112642286559228506&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112642286559228506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112642286559228506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/last-day-in-ithaca.html' title='The Last Day in Ithaca'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112581827882566216</id><published>2005-09-06T07:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T07:06:45.516+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Theories &amp; Techniques</title><content type='html'>I talked about "Education" in general before...and got very good feedbacks, opinions, and encouragements. This time, I'm going to concentrate on my field of study, Economics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we divide Economics (as a field of study) into two level, that would be (1) undergrad+master's and (2) doctoral. The main reason I put them this way is because of the way of the study. Undergrad and Master's degree in Economics are quite similar everywhere (or at least where I've seen). It's mostly about learning and understanding economic theories...how they work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctoral study of Economics is mostly mathematical based (at least in the U.S.), which is almost totally different from the prior study. So, you don't really have to have studied economics before you take on studying Ph.D. in Economics, which is more theories in depth. In fact, it is considered an advantage to have a strong mathematical background, i.e. BS in Math or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think...there are many good things about studying economics in any level. It helps with the 'vision' on the economy's well being and all. It helps improving the process of logical thinking and planning. I also believe that studying economics is useful for anyone in a society. But what I am going to say here is more about what I want to see in economic studies. And that's the techniques of conducting economic researches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned so many theories from formal economic education, but I had to learn the techniques (practical procedure of doing economic research) used in various researches by myself. Not only that, to find data or sources of data is also a self-exploration. Of course, these things are not exactly economics (at least they have nothing to do with the theories), but we have to learn "how to" in order to implement or to apply the theories we learned from classroom. And that "how to" is all the non-theory techniques I've been talking about. How to find exchange rate data? How to know which data source is reliable? How to tell the different among the three exchange rate from IMF's data? How to write SAS code for econometric modeling? How to...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that learning all the math and theories is wrong or bad, but I think it'd be great if academic institutions can spend more resource on training of techniques. Afterall, these techniques are highly in demand in the job market. So, I guess my point aims at the curriculum. And I think, by now, you know I'm talking about the curriculum of Ph.D. programs in Economics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priority of most curriculum concentrates on passing the Micro and Macro qualifying exams, which is highly mathematical. I've seen people crying after these exams. No need to say, it's an extremely tough test...not only a test of knowledge, but also a test of endurance to the pressure...physically and mentally. Any Ph.D. student in Economics can confirm on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I see it (which is not necessary right) is that the aim of a Ph.D. Economics is to produce a person that can write "good" research papers. Which is good...depending on what "good" means. In other words, the current curriculum concentrates a lot on the theories. I believe good theories are good (a little bit redundant :P), but unimplementable good theories are useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's blog is not about saying that theorists are bad. I believe there are many good and implementable theories out there. There are those who work hard to really help improving the world. Only that I see less and less of these group of people. And I'm worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I want to see is more balance in the curriculum. Academics, who live in the ivory tower, should not forget that they are also human. It is absurd to keep improving your theories all day long without realizing that only a handful of people can understand it and noone has any idea how to use it. I want to see higher education that doesn't forget its root. Abstracts that come along with realities. Theories that walk hand-in-hand with techniques. Economics that is really about people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-112581827882566216?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112581827882566216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112581827882566216&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112581827882566216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112581827882566216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/theories-techniques_05.html' title='Theories &amp; Techniques'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112581682825670126</id><published>2005-09-04T15:24:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T16:04:44.896+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Treman State Park, NY</title><content type='html'>I meant to write this tomorrow, but can't resist. I think I'm addicted to blogging already :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went hiking at the Treman State Park with a big bunch of Thai students. It took us about 20 minutes by car, which is pretty close to Ithaca. We (those with a car) had to pick up people (those without a car) around campus. I think we got there and were ready to start hiking around 11am (which is not much off schedule, I think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/23/40013379_b4ce768607.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/23/40013379_b4ce768607.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/28/40013377_6e2672a643.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/28/40013377_6e2672a643.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a nice day with a cool breeze. Not too cold, not too hot. We all walked a long way (mostly) UP!!! Actually, there's nothing much to tell about the hike...except the fact that I was running up and down the line just to take pictures of people and plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/29/40013381_2034ea0907.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/29/40013381_2034ea0907.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/28/40013382_253d202a55.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/28/40013382_253d202a55.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/25/40013877_5b08db0b08.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/25/40013877_5b08db0b08.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/24/40013879_bb4dc584cb.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/40013879_bb4dc584cb.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/32/40013878_8625049801.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/32/40013878_8625049801.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got to the top, we had lunch :9 It's a good thing that Ple from About Bangkok agreed to cook up some sticky rice and grilled chicken for the nong nong. The food was amazing, especially after an hour of hiking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/28/40014210_883ebaef38.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/28/40014210_883ebaef38.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/28/40014211_8c18c8f1b7.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/28/40014211_8c18c8f1b7.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, a bunch of us played Ultimate Frisbee...which made me realized after running for a few minutes...that I'm old :P Can't really keep up with the nong nong. They are fast and never get tired :P And, eventually, we goes on our way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was not over for me. I played tennis with Natt in the late afternoon...say around 4:30pm. We had a long long game going for a couple of hours, and I got my butt kicked again and again. I hope one day (perhaps when Natt gets older) I'll beat him :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...it was a long day. I'm so tired and sore and out-of-energy. Yet I'm still writing this blog. Like I said...I think I'm addicted to blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-112581682825670126?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112581682825670126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112581682825670126&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112581682825670126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112581682825670126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/treman-state-park-ny.html' title='Treman State Park, NY'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112546730311979825</id><published>2005-08-31T14:05:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T14:57:14.593+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Education</title><content type='html'>I am proud of my achievement in the academic world...getting a Ph.D. and all. But I can help but thinking twice in a while whether it is worth it. Sometimes I wonder whether it's because I took all the time and energy to achieve this, I convinced myself that it must be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been studying all my life. Studying as a self-fulfilling prophecy. Study just to be good at studying. Now that I'm done, I can't help thinking about what to do next. I don't know how to do anything else but to study. Well, I know how to do a few things...but I think that's not enough. I should know more (at my age).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me narrow down to the studies of Economics...my area of expertise. Interestingly enough, I know many (not all) of the theories well (and some, not well)...but I don't know for sure that a personal check in Thailand become invalid after six months, until today. And, I'm pretty darn sure most of economic students in Thailand don't know this. And, I bet most of economic students don't know where to get information about GDP, import, export, national accounts, etc. Ain't that something. Studying a lot of economics, but don't know how it actually operates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what good does education have? I have given some thoughts into this, and I think the education is good and it's useful...in most case, when applied to solve real world's problems. So, useful or useless, it depends &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; on the person utilized the education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say...a person's overall ability/quality (in general sense) comes from two sources: formal education and life experience. How much do you think comes from formal education as opposed to life experience? 50:50? 80:20? or 30:70? You tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, and this is only my view from studying economics, I think formal education contributes less than 50%. Mostly working experience, personal expertise (perhaps in computer programming), and perhaps personality contributes a lot to one's advancement in career/life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should it be so? To me, I would love to see more real life and real world examples in the classroom. I would love to see students (actually) learning...not just studying. I start to see, in the field of Economics and Business (perhaps), the academic world and the real world are drifting apart...especially in higher education (i.e. doctoral).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have no conclusion on this one. Only that, if I ever have a chance to pass on my knowledge to younger generations, I'll make sure I teach them something simple and useful...not some high-class theory (by some developed countries' standard) with no application to a country like Thailand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-112546730311979825?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112546730311979825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112546730311979825&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112546730311979825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112546730311979825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/education.html' title='Education'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112520438903516916</id><published>2005-08-28T13:33:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T16:03:59.550+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Rochester, NY</title><content type='html'>I went to Rochester today. Rochester is one of a bigger town (than Ithaca, of course) in NY State. It locates about two hours northwest of Ithaca. Thanks to my good friends, Mo &amp; Pim, who were kind enough to ask me if I want to go with them. I agreed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos21.flickr.com/37795186_93d15b0cf8.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos21.flickr.com/37795186_93d15b0cf8.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off we went! There were six of us: Mo, Pim, Joe, Chate, Fair, and I. The first thing we did was going to a Chinese Restaurant called Golden Port to have some Dim Sum. Man! The Dim Sum was great! We had lots, and I enjoyed everything from Turnip Cake to Roasted Pork Bun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos27.flickr.com/37795185_a9d1c6d026_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos27.flickr.com/37795185_a9d1c6d026_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we went to a Buddhist Temple somewhere (I don't know where because I fell asleep all the way :P). The reason we went to a temple is because it's Fair's birthday, I believe. Anyway, at the temple, we donated some money, went through some praying, กรวดน้ำ (sorry, don't know how to say it in English), and chat with the monk. It happened to be a very interesting conversation because the monk talked to us about almost anything from thinking of our mothers on our birthday to Thammagaai (ธรรมกาย) Sect of Buddhism (and happened to be a controversial one in Thailand, I think) to a strong support to the current Prime Minister of Thailand. I almost fall asleep (due to lack of sleep the night before). Well...let's just say I'm not very good in paying attention that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos26.flickr.com/37795188_4c5078062c.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos26.flickr.com/37795188_4c5078062c.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to &lt;a href="http://www.eastmanhouse.org/"&gt;George Eastman House&lt;/a&gt; (Eastman Kodak) afterward. The house is actually a museum of photography and film, the oldest one. It used to be the house of George Eastman, the founder of Eastman Kodak Company. I guess the pictures speak better than words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos25.flickr.com/37795191_aa53d4e872_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos25.flickr.com/37795191_aa53d4e872_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos32.flickr.com/37795495_3b1bcea816.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos32.flickr.com/37795495_3b1bcea816.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos29.flickr.com/37795499_a981703a90.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos29.flickr.com/37795499_a981703a90.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos31.flickr.com/37795498_9bb69e1bbf.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos31.flickr.com/37795498_9bb69e1bbf.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent quite some time there at Eastman House. The next stop was the waterfall of Rochester. We didn't do much there beside chilling. There was quite a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos28.flickr.com/37795851_bb90a71e93.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos28.flickr.com/37795851_bb90a71e93.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos32.flickr.com/37795850_8593fe2378.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos32.flickr.com/37795850_8593fe2378.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, of course, we were hungry and ready for dinner. Shiki, a small Japanese restaurant, was our choice. There, I had some sushi and "hamba" steak. The impressive thing about this restaurant is their salad dressing. For most Japanese restaurant I've been to in the US, the salad dressing has lots of vinegar. Only for this one, it's smooth and creamy...a little bit sweet but light. Enjoyed the dinner very much :9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos32.flickr.com/37796158_9d48768c1d.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos32.flickr.com/37796158_9d48768c1d.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos31.flickr.com/37796160_826e91f241.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos31.flickr.com/37796160_826e91f241.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...let's just say (again) I came home very satisfied and full of Japanese food in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S. Today's blog is a bit different as you notice. Lots of pictures. How is it? I wonder which one is better: more to read or more to see. Let me know. Here are some more pictures&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos28.flickr.com/37795192_190e4d7e4a.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos28.flickr.com/37795192_190e4d7e4a.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos23.flickr.com/37795494_c73fbf9a80.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos23.flickr.com/37795494_c73fbf9a80.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos30.flickr.com/37795190_24a7a43864.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos30.flickr.com/37795190_24a7a43864.jpg?v=0" alt="" 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/14102919-112520438903516916?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112520438903516916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112520438903516916&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112520438903516916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112520438903516916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/rochester-ny.html' title='Rochester, NY'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112512264022713635</id><published>2005-08-27T14:56:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T15:04:00.233+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty</title><content type='html'>Have you ever pissed off a good friend unintentionally?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just did. And I can't do anything about it. Made me feel terrible. Imagine a friend who is too tired from a long day...don't want to listen to your explanation or your apology. I wish I could turn back time...and stop myself from making the stupid joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can sleep tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-112512264022713635?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112512264022713635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112512264022713635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112512264022713635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112512264022713635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/guilty.html' title='Guilty'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112503401186191955</id><published>2005-08-26T14:19:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T14:26:51.866+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Ithaca Ginger Beer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/GingerBeer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/320/GingerBeer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day...I had a chance to try Ithaca Ginger Beer at &lt;a href="http://www.ithacabakery.com/pages/about/about_locations.php"&gt;Collegetown Bagels&lt;/a&gt; ('ve been here five years and just heard of it ^^;). The ginger beer tasted very good. Like Root Beer with rich ginger flavor. It is actually gingery spicy. Love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-112503401186191955?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112503401186191955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112503401186191955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112503401186191955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112503401186191955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/ithaca-ginger-beer.html' title='Ithaca Ginger Beer'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112486425368958200</id><published>2005-08-25T12:39:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T12:40:06.820+09:00</updated><title type='text'>New York City (again and again)</title><content type='html'>I went to NYC yesterday, but I came back today. Sooo tired...too tired to cook up a story right now. So, I'll come back and tell you all about it. You can be sure that good food is involved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos21.flickr.com/36809207_daa4d02005.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...I'm back. As many of you might have already guess it right, today's topic evolves around food again. But also something on this trip as well. Shall we start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were several purposes of this NYC trip (3rd time in two weeks). I went on Monday with Tob to help her move her stuffs as she'll attend NYU. On Tuesday, I picked up Pong (coming from Thailand), Aim (coming from Pittsburgh), and Pap (coming from DC) back to Ithaca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing much on Monday. We departed Ithaca in the afternoon and reached Flushing by dinner time. We had a quick Korean dinner. Too bad we didn't know what to order, so just some simple dishes. I was so tired from driving. I fell asleep before I knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning. Pong and Tob's mom arrived. Lucky me. I suppose to pick Pong up from the airport, but thanks to Tob's mom. He could tag along. So, I could sleep as late as I wanted :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 219px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos23.flickr.com/36808413_8cff0795a0.jpg?v=0" border="0" height="168" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 234px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos27.flickr.com/36808414_00298c20b5.jpg?v=0" border="0" height="193" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch, I went to a very delicious Korean restaurant. Too bad I cannot remember the name, but I'll surely know how to get there. We had a very good Bulkoki and Kalbi and Soon Tofu Chige and many more. Thank you to Tob's mom who treated us that lunch. The funny thing about that restaurant is that it's Kimchi is patented. IH-22 Lactic Acid Bacteria! Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos21.flickr.com/36808737_6b49128212.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all, we had a very very good and satisfying lunch. I took a nap after that (now you know how good it was). Not so long, Pap called to tell me that she arrived Port Authority. That means I'll have to take off (with Pong going along). And so we did. Only that we had to stop by for a side mission, buying Cha-om (ชะอม) and other stuffs for Ple. Mission accomplished ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos29.flickr.com/36808741_260484a3c4.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://photos29.flickr.com/36808741_260484a3c4.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, we picked up Pap and Aim and was on our way to dinner. I was gonna take them to a Yakitori place I like very much (and meant to go there many time, but failed). I failed again. We arrived there at 5:30PM, but the place won't open until 6PM. So we went to "Go" another Japanese restaurant with a really really good Okonomiyaki. I hadn't had a Okonomiyaki since I left Illinois. That's 5 years ago. So, I bought some ingredient for making a Okonomiyaki at home ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos22.flickr.com/36809205_649117956d.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://photos22.flickr.com/36809205_649117956d.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But the day was not over. We continued our search for one of the best Cream Puff, according to Pong. It's &lt;a href="http://www.muginohousa.com/"&gt;Beard Papa&lt;/a&gt;'s Cream Puff. It's very delicious. They make the cream puffs at the instant we ordered by injecting the cream right there before your eyes. The cream puff is rich and creamy. Slightly sweet, but not too sweet. Crispy outside, creamy and soft inside. Ah...am I describing it too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we left NYC another time. This time it was more about Japanese food than Chinese food. I thought it might be among the last times I'll get to enjoy NYC. May be once or twice more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos28.flickr.com/36808739_fb033c7bac.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-112486425368958200?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112486425368958200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112486425368958200&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112486425368958200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112486425368958200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-york-city-again-and-again.html' title='New York City (again and again)'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112459887227083693</id><published>2005-08-21T13:16:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T13:48:31.006+09:00</updated><title type='text'>About Bangkok</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/IMG_1218s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/320/IMG_1218s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Bangkok is a restaurant owned by my friend, Ple. And, that where I was working today. The story started with About Bangkok was in shortage of staff...and I was able to trick Natt into going with me. (If you know Natt and I, you'll know that getting us to work in a restaurant is almost impossible) ...And so we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/IMG_1213s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/200/IMG_1213s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did the cashier, hosting, answering the take-out phone calls, and other small things I could. Natt was the waiter, along with Ple. Things were so hectic for me. I have to get all the prices into the bill, and I have to browse through the menu for every bill. I guess if I can remember all the prices, it'd be an easy task. But anyway, I didn't do much. This machine here (on the right) I use very often. Just swipe a credit card and punch in some numbers...I was able to charge our customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/IMG_1211s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/200/IMG_1211s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was about 25 tables in and about 10 take-outs. Natt did an excellent job on the waiting. The dude was as quick as a monkey. Well, anybody who knows Natt would know that he's a neat and clean person. But man, the dude was so efficient. A customer who was paying told me to make sure Natt gets the tip. I couldn't imagine Natt in a service industry, but he did a damn good job today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening went quite smooth. There are quite a few things I learned there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Memorizing the menu &amp;amp; price will make the job easier.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The bottleneck is often in the kitchen (it's quite tough when everybody walks in around the same time, dinner time). If cooked faster, the turnover rate will rise.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Kitchen floor can be damn slippery&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Coming in as a couple, they stay on and chat. Coming in as a family, they leave quickly&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;If you sell liquor, you'll definitely sell more&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;People don't like to wait too long for their food&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Helping each other makes the job goes a lot faster&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;A glass of whiskey after work tastes a lot better than the same glass of whiskey alone&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; I think I'll do it again. I start to believe that it'll make me a better person. Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-112459887227083693?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112459887227083693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112459887227083693&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112459887227083693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112459887227083693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/about-bangkok.html' title='About Bangkok'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112451056282872928</id><published>2005-08-20T12:30:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T13:04:44.260+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll do absolutely nothing next Friday!</title><content type='html'>I've been writing about what I had done. Since I hadn't done much, I'm going to write about my hectic 'next week'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I think I'll have to help Rodyon moving some of his stuffs from the storage to his new apartment. His storage is 10'x10'...can't imagine how much I'll have to carry. And, in the evening, I'll help Ple with her restaurant, which faces a serious staff-shortage problem. It'll be interesting because I haven't done this before...and even more interesting because I tricked Natt to going with me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the upcoming Monday, I'll help Tob move her stuffs to NYC. More carrying. More driving. More New York City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, I'll pick up Pap, Aim, and Pong from NYC to come back to Ithaca. Pap will be coming back from Washington D.C., Aim will be coming back from Pittsburgh, and Pong will be coming back from Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, I'll be back in Ithaca...but will have to help Rodyon with the final moving. More carrying is expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, I'll have to bring my car to service. Something (minor) is wrong with a sensor in the engine. I'll need to get it fixed before the delivery of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I plan to do nothing on Friday. Will just rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-112451056282872928?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112451056282872928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112451056282872928&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112451056282872928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112451056282872928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/ill-do-absolutely-nothing-next-friday.html' title='I&apos;ll do absolutely nothing next Friday!'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112429592962114133</id><published>2005-08-18T01:09:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T10:24:51.243+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Tender Duck! Crispy Duck! (เป็ดนุ่ม! เป็ดกรอบ!)</title><content type='html'>The story begins with my recent New York day trip. I have got to go to NYC so many times this month. Every time, I have been going through the ritual of "Tender Duck! Crispy Duck!" ...more or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the history of "Tender Duck! Crispy Duck!" goes way back to when NooMai and NooJill visited Ithaca earlier this year (is that right?). We went to NYC with Natt, who is an expert in New York Dining...especially the area around Chinatown. Natt took us to a Chinese food marathon eat-out. Starting with Dessert! At Cafe Ferrara, I ate a big strawberry short cake, cannoli and coffee. Then, we went to have the Tender Duck with Hoi-Jor. And we ended up at the Crispy Duck place to eat the duck and wanton + noodle. There were 5 of us, and we only ordered 1/4 of a duck and a bowl of wanton. Fortunately, the waiter didn't kick us out :P All the food were so delicious, but we ate 'til we couldn't anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since then, we (Natt &amp;amp; I) do the "Tender Duck! Crispy Duck!" ritual every time we take someone new to NYC. But since last week, we add the Mini-Salapao (เซียวหลงเปา) in to the sequence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I went to NYC twice in a week already. Last Thursday, I went to apply for a Visa to Japan with Natt and Aim. I couldn't eat that much due to lack of sleep the night before, I guess. We started the Mini-Salapao thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to NYC again to pick up my Visa yesterday with Natt, Ple, and Pap. This time we had a long sequence of eating. We started off with a delicious Chocolate-filled Croissant from Payard, one of the best in NYC. Then, we went for the Tender Duck, where we had Duck (of course), pork leg (ขาหมู), and Hoi-Jor (หอยจ๊อ). The Crispy Duck was up next. And not just the duck, we had wanton and noodle too. The strange thing is that both restaurants didn't serve hot tea at all. Made us very เลี่ยน (sorry, I cannot find a word in English). But we continue on anyway to the Mini-Salapao place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mistake at the Mini-Salapao place was to order two set of the Salapao (8 pieces each). I ended up eating six pieces, and each piece is not small too. Delicious and overwhelming...good thing they serve hot Chinese tea there (Thank you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we stopped by Cafe Ferrara for ice cream on the run. We had to send Pap at Port Authority by 6PM. And, we had about half an hour starting from Chinatown. With the traffic, we might not make it. So, Ple took Pap on the subway. They got there just in time to buy the ticket but not for the bus if it left on time. Luckily, the bus was an hour late. Pap got on the bus and reached DC on time. Everybody goes home happy...and very very full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sorry, no photos of the food...because we ate them too quickly :9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-112429592962114133?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112429592962114133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112429592962114133&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112429592962114133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112429592962114133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/tender-duck-crispy-duck.html' title='Tender Duck! Crispy Duck! (&amp;#3648;&amp;#3611;&amp;#3655;&amp;#3604;&amp;#3609;&amp;#3640;&amp;#3656;&amp;#3617;! &amp;#3648;&amp;#3611;&amp;#3655;&amp;#3604;&amp;#3585;&amp;#3619;&amp;#3629;&amp;#3610;!)'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112413966494813003</id><published>2005-08-16T05:54:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T06:04:56.936+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Dust in the Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/SarahB-HaremTour1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/200/SarahB-HaremTour.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while that we haven't had a song on. Here it is... Dust in the Wind originally by Kansas...but sung by Sarah Brightman here. Gosh, she has a beautiful voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed style="width: 170px; height: 45px;" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/MediaPlayer/" src="http://www.geocities.com/chnin/DustNTWind.wma" type="application/x-mplayer2" loop="true" height="45" width="171"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-112413966494813003?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112413966494813003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112413966494813003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112413966494813003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112413966494813003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/dust-in-wind.html' title='Dust in the Wind'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112407551203369129</id><published>2005-08-15T14:00:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T13:27:35.573+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Past, Present, and Future</title><content type='html'>Today's blog can be confusing...because, at this point, I really don't know what I am going to talk about. Just my thoughts, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Past&lt;/span&gt;. Some people, it seems, spend most of their days in the Past. And, from my own observation, they are mostly sad people. It's not that their part is all bad. It's only that they choose to cling on to the sad parts of their pasts. They are sad not because of something happens today, but from something happened some time ago. Maybe yesterday. Maybe two years ago. It makes their lives miserable. So miserable, most of the little good things in the present are often clouded by the fog from the Past. They cannot enjoy the present, let alone the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, we cannot live without the past. The Past contains our memories. The Past, when looked upon, can sometimes make people smile even if it has just a little of good memories in it. The Past makes us who we are today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Present.&lt;/span&gt; People, who spend most of their days in the Present, are mostly happy people. At least that's what I think or what I see. These people seem to enjoy every moment of their lives...from waking up, listening to music, eating, playing, etc. Even when they have to go through a tough day at work, they confront it with courage and the will to move forward. They enjoy the present so much...they don't care how long it will last. That is because they enjoy the Present, not (enjoying) a day, a month, or a year. Just the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, again, enjoying so much the Present can just make one forget about the Past...which can mean that person completely lost his/her memory or, in a milder case, simply forget his/her mother's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Future.&lt;/span&gt; If you only concentrate on the future alone, you are just plain confused. You are confused possibly because you don't know what you are doing in the Present and what the Past means to you. Some people call it daydreaming. Of course the future is uncertain, so people of the Future spend a lot of time thinking about many possible futures. Some (possible future courses) are unreasonably thought of more than others. The people of the Future never reach their destinations or have been fulfilled...because the future always run away. Afterall, Tomorrow is still a tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, without thinking about the future, one has no hope. The Future is good at keeping people in focus...keeping their chin up no matter how bad the Past has treated them and how empty the Present is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-112407551203369129?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112407551203369129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112407551203369129&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112407551203369129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112407551203369129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/past-present-and-future.html' title='Past, Present, and Future'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112390277829296318</id><published>2005-08-13T11:54:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T12:12:58.300+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The View from Space</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/GoogleEarth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/320/GoogleEarth.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing with "Google Earth" - a new software by Google. What it does is that it lets you browse the earth with the ability to zoom in. In most big cities, the details of buildings when zoomed in are amazingly impressive. Thank you to &lt;a href="http://xtreme.diaryhub.com/"&gt;Xtreme&lt;/a&gt; for introducing the software to me through her site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos22.flickr.com/33547432_034dde2d74.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos22.flickr.com/33547432_034dde2d74.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos21.flickr.com/33547434_6774c04d12.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos21.flickr.com/33547434_6774c04d12.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos23.flickr.com/33547436_42e2c580de.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos23.flickr.com/33547436_42e2c580de.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the program was so-so. But, my impression changed after I was able to find my house in Bangkok (above). I think it's a quite-cool program. More things can be done if your location is in the US though...such as finding hotels, highways, restaurants, etc. If anyone want to find out more about this program, it's &lt;a href="http://earth.google.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-112390277829296318?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112390277829296318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112390277829296318&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112390277829296318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112390277829296318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/view-from-space.html' title='The View from Space'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112382181271134426</id><published>2005-08-12T13:42:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T05:22:18.136+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/MamaCook1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/320/MamaCook.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love my mom very much.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you all the joy and happiness na krub, Mama ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-112382181271134426?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112382181271134426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112382181271134426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112382181271134426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112382181271134426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day !!!'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112358027859313698</id><published>2005-08-09T17:56:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T18:44:02.400+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging at 5</title><content type='html'>It's almost 5AM, and I just woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some people, this is called "early." But for me, it's "middle of the night." I often wake up in the middle of the night when I drink a lot. And, I did drink quite a bit earlier. In fact, I was drunk...drunk enough to fall asleep unknowingly. Somehow, when I just wake up, I have a sudden urge to blog. Oh...maybe I'm addicted to this thing already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there was a party earlier. The original cause of today's party was the fact that Nong Pap is done with her Q-Exam, a super-stressful Ph.D. qualifying exam in the Econ Department. And, it is because Nong Noki and Pap will leave tomorrow for Washington D.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started quite early, about 3PM. Natt and I bought Supporo Beer and waited at her apartment. We (Natt, Noki, Pap, Aim, and I) went out shopping for dinner cooking and bought a lot of raw materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/Kalbi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/200/Kalbi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The theme was Kalbi (Korean-style Ribs hotplate). Oh...we had so much food. Soooo much that it made me actually feel really "stuffed" ...really and seriously. If you buy a pack of Kalbi (raw), you'll often see a lot of fat. Fat makes it tastes very good, but not feeling good after a lot consumed...I learned that the hard way today. I was so stuffed with fatty delicious food that I couldn't move. How pathetic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside Kalbi, we had Jab-Chai (Ten-Veggie Soup). Only that I had about 4 kinds of vegetables in the soup. Natt also made his famous fried chicken...a lot of it. It took four people to prepare the chicken into a huge bowl. I couldn't believe Natt cooked it all...and I couldn't believe that we ate it all too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/4cooks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/320/4cooks.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I guess, we drank a lot. Natt seemed to be drunk ahead of everybody else. Ple stopped by to give Por her birthday present, but she left early. I don't know whether it is because of us, drunk people, or because she's tired from working all day. But I guess it is the latter. It could have made the party more fun if there was more people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/GroupEat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/320/GroupEat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we played Kings for two rounds...which is enough to speed up my alcohol level fairly quickly. Natt was very drunk. Perhaps it's because he hasn't been drinking for a long time. Pap and Noki was happy, I guess, but not drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything concluded at 1AM. Everybody was sent home. Thanks to Soe...because neither Natt nor I was able to legally drive. We came back home. Although I was drunk, I managed to take a shower (usually I go straight to bed and worry about the shower in the morning :P). Somehow, I fell asleep almost right away after the shower. And then, I woke up feeling quite refreshed (what a surprise). And here I am...blogging until the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-112358027859313698?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112358027859313698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112358027859313698&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112358027859313698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112358027859313698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/blogging-at-5.html' title='Blogging at 5'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112339632259926972</id><published>2005-08-07T15:11:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T16:36:10.300+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Ima, Ai ni Yukimasu</title><content type='html'>Well... more movie is coming this way. It seems I watch so many Japanese movies lately. Today I watched "Ima, Ai ni Yukimasu" or "Be with You" - a movie originally recommended by &lt;a href="http://ohmymai.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Noomai&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/Bewithu1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/320/Bewithu1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ima, Ai ni Yukimasu (2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directed by Nobuhiro Doi&lt;br /&gt;Based on a novel by Takuji Ichikawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sypnosis:&lt;/span&gt; Takumi (Shidou Nakamura) and his six-year-old son, Yuji (Akashi Takei), lost their wife and mother, Mio (Yuko Takeuchi). But their lives continued. Although not without difficulties, Yuji seemed to look forward to the rainy season because he remembered his mother's promise to come back during the rainy season a year after her passing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Takumi was not that confidence about Mio's promise, he seemed to hope that his son's wish of seeing his mother again came true. And it sort of did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/Bewithu2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/200/Bewithu2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They met a woman in the woods, who looks exactly like Mio. Only that she didn't remember them. They took her home telling her that she's Mio. At first, Mio didn't know what to believe, but she went along and started to believe she's Mio. The family became a family again. Mio had become the mother and slowly grew to love Takumi all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, the rainy season ended. It's time for Mio to leave. Will she leave? Who is she, really? Discovering Mio's diary unveiled the mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;****************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What do I think about the movie? (Warning: might contain spoilers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ima, Ai ni Yukimasu&lt;/span&gt; a lot. I love the absolutely wonderful acting of everybody in the family. I love how the story is tied together and how the story unveil itself through out the movie. I love how Takumi tell his side of the love story and how Mio tell her side through her diary. And, especially, I love how Love is portrayed in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the movie had made me think about someone's saying, "Oh...I wish I know now what will happen in the future." Personally, I believe the future contains both good and bad things...happy and sad events. If you know your future, would you continue to walk the path toward such future? Or, this has let me to think of another question, would you change your past if you could?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-112339632259926972?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112339632259926972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112339632259926972&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112339632259926972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112339632259926972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/ima-ai-ni-yukimasu.html' title='Ima, Ai ni Yukimasu'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112317817536870057</id><published>2005-08-05T02:29:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T13:55:47.150+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching Movies</title><content type='html'>I have got to confess that I haven't done much recently beside watching movies. March of the Penguins, Crayon Shinchan, Paranoia Agent, and The Classic are the movie I am/have been watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/Penguins1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/200/Penguins1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March of the Penguins&lt;/span&gt; was a good movie. Or I can just say a good documentary. It's a story about a group of Emperor Penguins living, mating, and producing little penguins around the Antarctica area. They have to endure so much, walk so much, and be patient so much to achieve what they've done for thousands of years (or it could be longer than that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something I learn from the movie:&lt;br /&gt;- penguins are monogamous&lt;br /&gt;- the father will keep the egg warm for 4 months without any food at all while the mother walks to find food for herself and her child (and not the father)&lt;br /&gt;- penguins work together to keep themselves and their eggs warm while waiting for mothers' return&lt;br /&gt;- a mother who lost her baby will try to steal a baby from another penguin&lt;br /&gt;- when baby penguins grow up big enough, their parents will leave them forever&lt;br /&gt;- And, baby penguins are very cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/shinchan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/200/shinchan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crayon Shinchan: The Movie&lt;/span&gt; was fun and relaxing to watch. All the adults was hypnotised (in a way) to become childlike: irresponsible and always playing. Shinchan and his friends will have to save their parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is funny from time to time. And, it actually has a plot. It's good for relaxation, and perhaps practicing Japanese language. Unfortunately, I would have no clue if not for the English Subtitle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/Paranoia%20Agent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/200/Paranoia%20Agent.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paranoia Agent&lt;/span&gt; was a strange Japanese cartoon series. I only watch half of it (i.e. six episodes) and still cannot explain when someone asked me what it is about. All I can tell is...there are several stories about different people, what happens to them, yet these stories seem to converge into one single story. But I can't be sure because I have not finished the movie. So...this one is "to be continue..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/classic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/200/classic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Classic&lt;/span&gt; was a classic. Korean love story. A young girl found old letters her mom exchanged with her lover. The stories carried on...lovers departed, reunited, faced obstacles, and approached a very sentimental conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually get sensitive when watching this kind of movie. In fact, I do cry easily...and very "in"to the stories (Yes...you heard me right). Somehow and surprisingly, this one didn't get to me. Is it the movie? Or is it me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-112317817536870057?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112317817536870057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112317817536870057&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112317817536870057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112317817536870057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/watching-movies.html' title='Watching Movies'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112309126032861030</id><published>2005-08-04T02:09:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T02:52:47.423+09:00</updated><title type='text'>To-do List</title><content type='html'>I have spent time with my thoughts a lot lately...thinking about how much/little I have accomplished and how my life is going to be. I can say that I rarely have 'dreams' (of achieving something) since my childhood. I don't know why, but I hardly want anything. It sounds like a good thing, but well...seems like a bad thing for me at the moment. So, I'm trying to think back (and forth) about what I want to do, to see, to get, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, here's a list of things I have wanted for myself so far (no priority whatsoever):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get a PhD:&lt;/span&gt;  That's done. Although it is not as fulfilled as I thought it would be, I'm sure I'll appreciate it more in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spend a year or two in Japan:&lt;/span&gt; I can't really explain why Japan. I know I love the atmosphere, culture, people, although I cannot understand Japanese. It could be that I was a Japanese in my past life. Or it could be just because I read too many Japanese comics during my childhood and got brainwashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Write a book:&lt;/span&gt; I originally wanted to write a novel, but I guess a textbook counts now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backpacking Europe:&lt;/span&gt; This is perhaps more common and easier to achieve than others. It's the same thing as traveling around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Earn millions:&lt;/span&gt; I can't say how many millions (Baht or US$) because the value of money changes every year. Long long time ago, I wanted to make one million Baht a year...but I guess that might not be enough by the time I'll have to pay for my kid's tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raise good kids:&lt;/span&gt; I guess this is the scariest one of all. Many of my friends said they don't wanna have kids because the world today is scary and cruel. But I want to face it. I believe raising a good child is as hard as raising a bad child. Well...that's a little far, but still on my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...that's more or less it. My to-do list. I guess there might be a few things I should be thinking of doing them, but I just can't think of more right now. So, people, if you have any suggestion, fire it away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-112309126032861030?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112309126032861030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112309126032861030&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112309126032861030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112309126032861030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/to-do-list.html' title='To-do List'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112282791242839321</id><published>2005-08-01T01:35:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T13:44:08.210+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wandering Homeless</title><content type='html'>Notice anything? A new haircut? New shirt? Well... my blog's name has changed. "I'll give it a try" is no longer. I think I've tried it enough... write much enough... addicted enough... and enough not have to try anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I must have a new name for it. If I'm not trying here, what am I doing here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back to the origin of it brought my dreamy head to places... where I stayed... how I started this thing... where I am now... a new apartment, but not mine. The thoughts got carried away... my old apartments weren't mine either. I can't call them home. They are just nice places I stayed in for a period of time. How about my parents'? Yes, that's home. My parents' place will always be my home...wherever they'll be. But, it's a sanctuary-type home, where I can feel safe and taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it's not the home I'm talking about here. I'm thinking of a home, a sanctuary provided by me (not for me). A home that I can welcome family and friends. A home that I can offer shelter, food, and protection. A home that I am the man of the house...the caretaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't found that home anywhere...over the course of my 30-year journey (well if counted from when I've officially become a 'man' then it's a 15-year journey...whatever it was).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I'm writing this blog from a living room of my friends' apartment in Northern Ithaca. I sleep here and call it my 'bedroom'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months from now, I'll probably be some place far far away. I've always been on the run...wandering around. AFS-Minnesota, Thammasat-Bangkok, Exchange Program-Montreal, Work-Bangkok, Master-Urbana-Champaign, PhD-Ithaca. My life has always been a journey. And, in some way, so does this blog. I started it, and I'm sure I'll stop it someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the day I'm no longer a wandering homeless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-112282791242839321?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112282791242839321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112282791242839321&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112282791242839321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112282791242839321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/wandering-homeless.html' title='A Wandering Homeless'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14102919.post-112270337992340768</id><published>2005-07-30T14:47:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T15:02:59.930+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Chillin on the balcony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/1600/Balcony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2963/167/320/Balcony.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a pretty good night. At first, we wanted to watch a movie. But it turned out that we were too late. So...we came back home and enjoyed a glass of fine single malt on the balcony at our new apartment. There was a constant cool breeze, which is a perfect condition for drinking a glass of Scotch...especially a single malt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natt and Magnus joined me on the balcony, while Por was busy re-arranging her stuffs. Natt was drinking Glenmorangie, and Magnus probably drank Macallan of the Thirties. I enjoyed my 18-year Glenlivet very much...especially this one. It's because I got this bottle on my 29th birthday from my beloved friends here. Never wanted to finish it...but I did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We probably spent only one and a half hour on the patio, but it felt pretty good and long...like a glass of Whiskey, indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14102919-112270337992340768?l=abiggieblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112270337992340768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14102919&amp;postID=112270337992340768&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112270337992340768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14102919/posts/default/112270337992340768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abiggieblog.blogspot.com/2005/07/chillin-on-balcony.html' title='Chillin on the balcony'/><author><name>Bikku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07913567263105535817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99lgrFonO6c/SK7T7QwbikI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dV_h3BWA7UM/s1600-R/2538598329_7a40abdebb_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
