<?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-8966869187864216968</id><updated>2011-11-09T00:22:35.526+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Gemynd - Japan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gemynd-jap.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966869187864216968/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gemynd-jap.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gemynd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/SKg615uj1DI/AAAAAAAAA2I/n6gaBNXqEmc/S220/blog77.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966869187864216968.post-661158753649635057</id><published>2007-05-14T00:11:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T00:36:03.891+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14 - Home?</title><content type='html'>I was really nostalgic the entire day like "This is the last train I'll be taking in Japan" or "This is the last time I'll sit next to a Japanese girl in school uniform" (true story) etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the reason I had so much fun there was that I felt like a different person. There was no embarrassment in singing out loud as I walked, no embarrassment in asking the stupidest questions I ever want to or say the stupidest things or do the weirdest shit I ever wanted because within seconds, I'd never see those people again in my life. I felt like a new person. I felt like I was living somebody else's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel like I was going back today because I'd gotten so used to waking up in that tiny house I stayed in for the past 2 weeks, walking to the train station and going to some place I've never heard of before. But when I stepped out of KLIA into the smoky atmosphere, cab drivers shouting crap in Malay, the warm, humid air blowing against my face; that's when I knew I wasn't in my 'promise land' anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm sitting here typing this and doing the same things I used to do there, I actually see the lights of a car pass by and the blowing of the curtain on my right revealing the street lights of Japan. I guess my tired and blurry mind just recognized what I saw from the edge of my eye as something so familiar and thought that was it. But it's just the fan blowing my home curtains aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I can say I'm gonna miss there, or so many things that I miss here that I want to get back to, but I'm not going to go ahead with that. Everything seems so foreign now even around here but when I think about it, this is where I belong. This is the couch I fall asleep on in front of the TV, this is the computer I type on day after day after day and accomplish nothing, and this is where I've been my whole bloody life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-This blog is now retired.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966869187864216968-661158753649635057?l=gemynd-jap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gemynd-jap.blogspot.com/feeds/661158753649635057/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966869187864216968&amp;postID=661158753649635057' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966869187864216968/posts/default/661158753649635057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966869187864216968/posts/default/661158753649635057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gemynd-jap.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-14-home.html' title='Day 14 - Home?'/><author><name>Gemynd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/SKg615uj1DI/AAAAAAAAA2I/n6gaBNXqEmc/S220/blog77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966869187864216968.post-8112676462597748323</id><published>2007-05-14T00:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T00:10:53.530+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 13 - Odaiba</title><content type='html'>Did some stuff at Odaiba. Got home. Got too tired to blog. Am in Malaysia now. Don't feel like talking about it anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966869187864216968-8112676462597748323?l=gemynd-jap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gemynd-jap.blogspot.com/feeds/8112676462597748323/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966869187864216968&amp;postID=8112676462597748323' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966869187864216968/posts/default/8112676462597748323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966869187864216968/posts/default/8112676462597748323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gemynd-jap.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-13-odaiba.html' title='Day 13 - Odaiba'/><author><name>Gemynd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/SKg615uj1DI/AAAAAAAAA2I/n6gaBNXqEmc/S220/blog77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966869187864216968.post-2453383181050259262</id><published>2007-05-10T22:11:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T18:00:17.911+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12 - After.</title><content type='html'>Been a long day. Will start from the beginning. Uploading pictures later, laptop screwy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0920  Wakoshi Station to Ikebukuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0940  Ikebukuro Station to Shinjuku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1000 Map and info acquisition from Shinjuku Tourist Info Centre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paid 1480 yen for the full day access ticket. Can now hop off and on trains for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1017 Left Shinjuku to Fujisawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopped into train before the door closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1040 Arrival at Fujisawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got off, took another train on same line to Katase Enishima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1047 Arrival at Katasa Enishima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked about 900m south to Enoshima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1104 Arrival at Enoshima Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The extremely fun thing about this was that I hadn't planned this at all. I just saw that I could walk to this island by bridge, and it looked nice so I walked towards it. Wonderful. I felt like I was in FF8, off a ship and on one of those beautiful islands where you have some quest to do before going to the next place. Birds flying about while you cross the bridge. Cool breeze, the sound of waves crashing into the sides of the bridge. Chics with surfboards! Explored the town for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQodixb-0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/AJDZt81_VHg/s1600-h/DSCN0978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQodixb-0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/AJDZt81_VHg/s200/DSCN0978.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063216369086757698" 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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the bridge on the way to the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQnYyxb-yI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NdVOjJsIp48/s1600-h/DSCN0971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQnYyxb-yI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NdVOjJsIp48/s200/DSCN0971.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063215187970751266" 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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Surfer chics from afar! Yes, too far =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQnuCxb-zI/AAAAAAAAAEs/KwAUBYkReTk/s1600-h/DSCN0980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQnuCxb-zI/AAAAAAAAAEs/KwAUBYkReTk/s200/DSCN0980.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063215553042971442" 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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Much closer to the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQotixb-1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/vR3C0iV9_QY/s1600-h/DSCN0993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQotixb-1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/vR3C0iV9_QY/s200/DSCN0993.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063216643964664658" 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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Picture taken from on the island, of the coast of...somewhere else. Beautiful spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;inserting&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1225 Left Enoshima and backtracked to Fujisawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1235 Arrival at Fujisawa (again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to another building to shift to Enoden line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1252 Arrival at Enoshima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was about the same thing as Katase Enishima. Just realized. Waited for another train and went off to Hase Train Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1300 Arrival at Hase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time I got a bit lost and had to ask for directions. Got to Kotokuin Daibutsu, a shrine with the "Great Buddha". No kidding. It's huge. Here's a quote from the pamphlet I got. "The Wooden Daibatsu was built in 1238 but was destroyed later by a great wind. In 1252 a bronze Daibatsu was built inside the giant structure. Later, the structure was destroyed by a great wind and seismic waves, exposing the Diabutsu as it is today at it has been since 1495. The Daibutus in Kamakura is well known to the world because of its size and beauty. The physical dimensions include a length of 11.31m, (sitting position) a facial length of 2.35m, and eye length of 1.00m........(worthless meaurements etc.)...and a weight of 121 tonnes." I was in awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;inserting&gt;&lt;/inserting&gt;&lt;/inserting&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQs0Cxb-6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/dzHj9vw00wk/s1600-h/DSCN1034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQs0Cxb-6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/dzHj9vw00wk/s200/DSCN1034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063221153680325538" 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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RAWRS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQtmSxb-8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/mxI_D0D98w0/s1600-h/DSCN1039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQtmSxb-8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/mxI_D0D98w0/s200/DSCN1039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063222016968752066" 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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's funny to ask fellow foreigners to take your picture for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;inserting&gt;&lt;inserting&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to mention, on the way there was a weapons store, all kinds of real weapons. Gloves with spikes, nunchucks, katanas, scimitars, gunblades, gunswords, ring weapons (like Yuffie's in FF7) and any bloody thing you can think of. COOL STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a pair of gloves, probably the only things I can take back to Malaysia. Then I can cosplay as Tifa. LOLOLOLOL. Nah, just wanted them for the punching bag back at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;inserting&gt;&lt;/inserting&gt;&lt;/inserting&gt;&lt;/inserting&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQqDixb-2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/oycG4sAr0v8/s1600-h/DSCN1021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQqDixb-2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/oycG4sAr0v8/s200/DSCN1021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063218121433414498" 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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IT'S NOT SMALL. LET ME SHOW YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQqiSxb-3I/AAAAAAAAAFM/7662B9y9nzE/s1600-h/DSCN1020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQqiSxb-3I/AAAAAAAAAFM/7662B9y9nzE/s200/DSCN1020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063218649714391922" 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;HOLY SHIZZZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQq7yxb-4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/trcQXRT_FyY/s1600-h/DSCN1022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQq7yxb-4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/trcQXRT_FyY/s200/DSCN1022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063219087801056130" 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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yuffie looks like an idiot holding it. Should have been much cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQrgyxb-5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/mGbvPvyBUmM/s1600-h/DSCN1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQrgyxb-5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/mGbvPvyBUmM/s200/DSCN1024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063219723456215954" 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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These look kinda fake but I'm not kidding you, I saw how real they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQt3Cxb-9I/AAAAAAAAAF8/TCzwb4nmqB8/s1600-h/DSCN1042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQt3Cxb-9I/AAAAAAAAAF8/TCzwb4nmqB8/s200/DSCN1042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063222304731560914" 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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GUNBLADE RAWRSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQwFCxb_CI/AAAAAAAAAGk/WPJOJcXtW2M/s1600-h/DSCN1077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQwFCxb_CI/AAAAAAAAAGk/WPJOJcXtW2M/s200/DSCN1077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063224744272985122" 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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MAI GLOVES. 2000 YEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQwTCxb_DI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ExY5cgP6Gmc/s1600-h/DSCN1081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQwTCxb_DI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ExY5cgP6Gmc/s200/DSCN1081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063224984791153714" 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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I MET TIFA THEN SHE GAVE THEM TO ME. WE HAD SHECKZ. No not rly =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;inserting&gt;&lt;inserting&gt;&lt;inserting&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked back to the station after I was satisfied with looking at all the cool things, then took a train to Kamakura. FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1450 Arrival at Kamakura Station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Walked out. Man the sky is dark. Drizzle starts. BAHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S WHAT I FORGOT TO DO THIS MORNING. CHECK THE WEATHER FORECAST. Sigh. Went to the information counter to ask about where else I can go. This woman circled 4 items on my map and say they are "must sees of Kamakura". BITE ME. THEY'RE ALL TEMPLES/SHRINES. So I asked about hiking trails. She advised against it because it was raining. I didn't care, I didn't come all the way here to go back. So I asked for the shortest hiking trail and wore my poncho. Time to move! As soon as I put my poncho on, the drizzling stopped. Took my poncho off. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took me a while to get from the station to the hiking trail because the lady at the counter gave me some weird ass instructions like cutting through a shrine or something. Didn't work out. Retraced my steps, back to the station. Went through the normal roads according to the map. Tired already, blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trail was terrible. Thanks to the drizzle, it was kind of muddy. Shoes were all fucked. Was a lot like hiking in Malaysia, except no bamboos and shit. Still green, still brown, still trees all around. 30 minutes of walking along the trail. Pretty steep. Pretty damn slippery. Have to admit I was rather scared because I've never hiked alone before. If I slip and fall and die nobody would be able to help me. Entire trail deserted, nobody there (probably due to rain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;inserting&gt;&lt;/inserting&gt;&lt;/inserting&gt;&lt;/inserting&gt;&lt;/inserting&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQugixb--I/AAAAAAAAAGE/eiqvbaN9yJc/s1600-h/DSCN1049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQugixb--I/AAAAAAAAAGE/eiqvbaN9yJc/s200/DSCN1049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063223017696132066" 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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Extremely muddy at the beginning of the trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQvOixb_AI/AAAAAAAAAGU/cl5oT9uPTYs/s1600-h/DSCN1058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQvOixb_AI/AAAAAAAAAGU/cl5oT9uPTYs/s200/DSCN1058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063223807970114562" 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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fork in the trail. Balls were shaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQu8Sxb-_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/LQihHneOvds/s1600-h/DSCN1057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQu8Sxb-_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/LQihHneOvds/s200/DSCN1057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063223494437501938" 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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scenic point from hiking trail. That was the fork in the path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQv5ixb_BI/AAAAAAAAAGc/IG8lK_CX1PI/s1600-h/DSCN1071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQv5ixb_BI/AAAAAAAAAGc/IG8lK_CX1PI/s200/DSCN1071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063224546704489490" 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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Towards the end. I've always wondered how these roots seem to form a way to climb up. Very cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;inserting&gt;&lt;inserting&gt;&lt;inserting&gt;&lt;inserting&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wound up somewhere at the end of the trail, shot a random direction and SOMEHOW managed to end up at the train station without backtracking. Damn I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1640 Left Kamakura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Left because to move to another trail would have taken me like another 45 minutes walk++ and those trails are like 90 minutes to walk through. Was not up for it as it was getting late and well the hiking was boring for me. Did what I came here for either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In retrospect, fantastic decision. Rained right after I set my foot on the station ground. Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rest was history. Took the...5 train switches to Wakoshi and walked back. Got back around 8. If I took another trail I still wouldn't be back now. It's 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall I'm extremely pleased with myself. I did what I wanted to do. I navigated my way around alone and have done a lot of things I've never done before...alone, especially. Great day =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures coming soon. Day 11 now has pictures too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/inserting&gt;&lt;/inserting&gt;&lt;/inserting&gt;&lt;/inserting&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966869187864216968-2453383181050259262?l=gemynd-jap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gemynd-jap.blogspot.com/feeds/2453383181050259262/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966869187864216968&amp;postID=2453383181050259262' title='6 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966869187864216968/posts/default/2453383181050259262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966869187864216968/posts/default/2453383181050259262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gemynd-jap.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-12-after_10.html' title='Day 12 - After.'/><author><name>Gemynd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/SKg615uj1DI/AAAAAAAAA2I/n6gaBNXqEmc/S220/blog77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQodixb-0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/AJDZt81_VHg/s72-c/DSCN0978.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966869187864216968.post-2402845686088392577</id><published>2007-05-10T08:51:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T08:57:10.885+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12 - Before.</title><content type='html'>Think I haven't done enough here so I might as well do something about it, so I've decided. I am going to Kamakura alone today for lots and lots of hiking. There are a whole lot of hills and caves and crap all over this place and it's going to be awesome, but tiring as hell, as there are plenty of trails and each trail takes roughly 90 minutes to cross through. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My quest begins in 7-11 where I will get some stuff to pack for the trip. Then heading over to Shinjuku to get the map and information of the area and then will take a train that will take about an hour to reach Kamakura. From then on, everything will happen according to 'how I feel'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing is this might be a bit tough as these jungles have pretty much been preserved the way they were so it's going to be a bit dangerous and I'm probably going to get lost. But I told myself if I backed out because I was afraid, I'd regret it at the end of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be typing the "Day 12 - After." entry at night, hopefully. But if you don't see it, let it be known that I am uber and I have a keychain that says "I PWN J00" on it. Cya folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966869187864216968-2402845686088392577?l=gemynd-jap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gemynd-jap.blogspot.com/feeds/2402845686088392577/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966869187864216968&amp;postID=2402845686088392577' title='3 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966869187864216968/posts/default/2402845686088392577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966869187864216968/posts/default/2402845686088392577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gemynd-jap.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-12-before.html' title='Day 12 - Before.'/><author><name>Gemynd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/SKg615uj1DI/AAAAAAAAA2I/n6gaBNXqEmc/S220/blog77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966869187864216968.post-1201130573863924678</id><published>2007-05-09T17:53:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T17:02:56.913+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11 - Working as planned?</title><content type='html'>The answer is no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it hard to go to sleep the day before because today was supposed to be my day. The day that I went out alone, to some random location and explore in random directions. I decided for Tokyo Tower. But what happened? My aunt who wanted to rest at home today, after hearing about my plans, thought about it for awhile and decided to join me. Unplanned surprise 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought fine, company was okay. So I did my research on how to get there and the bloody site online told me to switch trains 3 times, which I did, so I went from A (Wakoshi) to B (Ikebukuro) to C (Tokyo) to D (Hamamatsucho). Upon reaching we noticed we could have gone from A to B to D. Unplanned surprise 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQgOCxb-tI/AAAAAAAAAD8/zhDmyhkVbY0/s1600-h/DSCN0889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQgOCxb-tI/AAAAAAAAAD8/zhDmyhkVbY0/s200/DSCN0889.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063207306705763026" 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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tokyo Train Station. Red bricks make it look like London. Walked out far far from the station just to take this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQglCxb-uI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5tmX60sT8pY/s1600-h/DSCN0888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQglCxb-uI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5tmX60sT8pY/s200/DSCN0888.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063207701842754274" 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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Art gallery in the station itself along a hallway. Weird stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fine, spent a bit more time and money on the train. Difference of a couple of minutes and a few Malaysian cents. Took a bloody long way to Tokyo Tower because we were unfamiliar with the path and walked an extra 10 minutes. Unplanned surprise 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQg5ixb-vI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Vp927HSF1-o/s1600-h/DSCN0911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQg5ixb-vI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Vp927HSF1-o/s200/DSCN0911.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063208054030072562" 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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tokyo Towah! Taken from outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, it's just walking. Paid 800 yen to get into Tokyo Tower. Looked around for a while. Was sort of fun, but it was hazy so I couldn't see a lot. Which was a surprise to me because it was extremely sunny and clear so I thought we'd be able to see a lot. Unplanned surprise 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's fine, as long as I got to be in the Tokyo Tower and be able to look around! Plus I also got this cool Tokyo Tower keychain where you can write whatever you want on it for 400 yen. Cool! I tried to put my name in but what I didn't know was the machine would space out your name automatically for you. So I typed "Chia" and kept pressing space and clear and space and clear to adjust so my name is at the very centre of the coin. In between space and clear was a Start button which would start writing the stuff in. Shit. I now have a keychain with the word "Chia" on it and some Tokyo Tower design. BTW this keychain can go to either Staccato or my brother, who are the only 2 'Chia's in mind at the moment. The both of you can start bidding for it now. After wasting 400 yen I just bought another one and wrote "I PWN J00" on it and it will now be my keychain. Yay! But I still wasted 400 yen =( Unplanned surprise 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQhQSxb-wI/AAAAAAAAAEU/oLI6YEIkpE0/s1600-h/DSCN0953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQhQSxb-wI/AAAAAAAAAEU/oLI6YEIkpE0/s200/DSCN0953.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063208444872096514" 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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Glass to look down. Cool eh? Yes, I'm cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh fine, it's just a bit of money. Thought it'd be fun to visit this gallery with full of optical illusions and stuff. That was on floor 4F according to a guide given to us upon entering. We were on floor 1F and to go beyond to this 'special observatory' I'd have to pay another 600 yen. Which then instantly I thought I had to pay for the special observatory ticket before I proceeded to this gallery thing. So I paid, climbed up a flight of stairs and thought that was it. And I still couldn't get to the gallery thing because obviously I wasn't in the right place. I went back down the stairs and was back at where I started. I WASTED 600 YEN. Unplanned surprise 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I was pretty pissed. After sitting down and reading a bit, my aunt noticed and pointed out to me that I wasn't at the special observatory earlier, I just climbed the stairs to the elevator to go up to the special observatory. Felt stupid as hell, tried to go back up and this woman who could speak almost no English stopped me from entering. I wasn't going down without a fight so even though I knew she didn't know what I was rambling on about, I talked and talked and told her all kinds of shit about how I went up and came back down without taking the elevator, she made a phone call, spoke some shit in Japanese and finally let me up. Unplanned surprise 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was fine actually, quite exciting and fun. Then I reached the top which was 250m above the ground, which was 100m more than I originally was at the main observatory (150m up). The special observatory was just a bloody higher up place and the view is exactly the same. The same 360 view from on top of the Tokyo Tower around the city. Buildings and buildings, and none of the mountains because of the haze. Piff, even after all that I still wasted my 600 yen. Wanted to make full use of that money so I went into the toilet and took a dump. I think releasing toxins 250m above the ground was one of the best parts of being here today, but at the same time I could have easily done it somewhere in KL. Shitty observatory (pun intended). Unplanned surprise 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINEEEEEE I'm getting out of here. Went to the gift shop and bought myself a Tokyo Tower lighter. It was pretty cool. Can't really describe it, just that when you press the button some lights will appear in the centre of the lighter. Will show you guys, whoever is interested. Anyway, I put my guide (with my 2 tickets inside - the Tokyo Tower main observatory ticket and the special observatory ticket) down on the table to pay for the lighter. I forgot to pick it back up and after about 15 seconds, after realizing I left it there, I ran back and found it was gone. BLAH. Unplanned surprise 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I'll try to get it back. Talked to the girl at the counter who couldn't understand wtf I was saying so I made a shitload of gestures. Like "TICKET" then proceeded to point at myself indicating my ticket and said "MY TICKET" and nodding to make sure she understood that, which in turn she nodded back, then I said "PUT HERE" and pointed on this table, and continued with "LEFT HERE", which I think was where I lost her and I kept trying and trying in the same fashion with different gestures but it just couldn't work out. Then after a while I decided to give up and walk off, but then she went "Oh!" then she ran to some cupboard behind there and took a guide out. I of course thought it was my guide with my tickets inside and I smiled. So I said "Yes, thank you!". But I opened it and realized it wasn't my guide with my tickets inside, it was just another new guide. ASdjlas;djadop23@#U$(O#@$(O#@.wqwdj. Unplanned surprise 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was getting late. Didn't have time to explore the tower properly so I just got the hell out of there. Today was a bit of an adventure but I think it cost me a bit too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQhfSxb-xI/AAAAAAAAAEc/x-71HO_dx0Y/s1600-h/DSCN0961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQhfSxb-xI/AAAAAAAAAEc/x-71HO_dx0Y/s200/DSCN0961.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063208702570134290" 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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There was this small trail on the way back. Didn't know where it led to but it was pretty nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back I just thought "Ah, at least I have something interesting to blog about tonight" and it made me a little happier, somewhat. Got back and wanted to start by uploading pictures and found out that cousin's laptop was screwed up and I can't do that right now. Unplanned surprise 11 indeed. At least I got to type all this. Blah. Will upload pictures if I ever get to fix this problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status:&lt;br /&gt;I have:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;42.86%&lt;/span&gt; of my cash left.&lt;br /&gt;bought presents for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyone in my list&lt;/span&gt;. Still, except for Eugene's mom.&lt;br /&gt;had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; cigarettes (M7 super lights). Yes, I'm surprised too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966869187864216968-1201130573863924678?l=gemynd-jap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gemynd-jap.blogspot.com/feeds/1201130573863924678/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966869187864216968&amp;postID=1201130573863924678' title='7 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966869187864216968/posts/default/1201130573863924678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966869187864216968/posts/default/1201130573863924678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gemynd-jap.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-11-working-as-planned.html' title='Day 11 - Working as planned?'/><author><name>Gemynd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/SKg615uj1DI/AAAAAAAAA2I/n6gaBNXqEmc/S220/blog77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RkQgOCxb-tI/AAAAAAAAAD8/zhDmyhkVbY0/s72-c/DSCN0889.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966869187864216968.post-5216815251159815988</id><published>2007-05-09T17:51:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T17:52:24.611+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10 - Not worth talking about</title><content type='html'>Exactly. Not worth talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966869187864216968-5216815251159815988?l=gemynd-jap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gemynd-jap.blogspot.com/feeds/5216815251159815988/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966869187864216968&amp;postID=5216815251159815988' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966869187864216968/posts/default/5216815251159815988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966869187864216968/posts/default/5216815251159815988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gemynd-jap.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-10-not-worth-talking-about.html' title='Day 10 - Not worth talking about'/><author><name>Gemynd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/SKg615uj1DI/AAAAAAAAA2I/n6gaBNXqEmc/S220/blog77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966869187864216968.post-1445977110022314137</id><published>2007-05-07T18:23:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T19:14:54.477+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8 and 9 - The little things</title><content type='html'>It hasn't been really exciting for the past couple of days. Just some shopping and enjoying the beauty of the country. So what I wanna do is just talk about the little things here that make up Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course when talking about things like these the first thing I observed were the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;girls&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, the females, contrary to might some of you may believe. You see the thing about the girls here is of course their bodies are pretty nice. It can't really be the food because they eat so much rice here but they can still stay slim. So I figure it has something to do with all the walking. Therefore girls who take public transport and walk a lot to school etc. = hawter bodies. That would explain why their legs are all toned and awesome when you look from behind at their non-covered legs in their tiny school skirts. Yum? Wait, I'm not done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with the general population of schoolgirls is that they have ugly faces. Either their eyes are too small or their nose is weird or something odd like that. This is what a friend of mine refers to as "cover the face attack the base". But then yes, sometimes they do have nice faces. Hot body + nice face. Yum? I'm still not done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the 2 worst features of a Japanese girl are revealed when they speak. The moment they open their mouths you will see 1. Their ugly ass teeth. Now I'm well aware my teeth are ugly as hell too but that's no reason to want a girl with equally as shitty teeth. And then as the sound travels you will notice the other worst feature. The voice. They either have that stupid ass annoying cute high pitched voice or very deep ones, and they are LOUD. It is only when you examine that they do not have the above listed things that suck about them that they can be considered 'hot Jap girl' in my book. And there really haven't been many so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, to appreciate a Jap girl, you should look at them from behind and they should never speak or open their mouths. Then they will truly make you believe they are hot when they are really ugly or have shitty teeth or a terrible voice. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second topic of discussion, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;food&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fud is gud. But fud is cost a lot. End of discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Public transportation&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is packed. Is expensive. Is annoying. Has to kill during summer when everyone is stuck to each other. Eurgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Television&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ads are annoying and loud. People are annoying and loud. Everything is dramatic. They also have this shopping channel with really overpriced, ugly stuff and tens of thousands of people buy them out within minutes. Then they go on to the next item and make a tonne of cash again. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing worth watching is past 12 midnight where they sometimes have a programme that shows porn stars who advertise their DVDs. They do weird stuff like wear certain items and take sponge baths etc. to get the attention they need to sell their stuff. And I'm sure as hell it works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of anything more to talk about so I'll end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status:&lt;br /&gt;I have:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;52.15%&lt;/span&gt; of my cash left. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;bought presents for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyone in my list&lt;/span&gt;. Except Eugene's mom who I forgot to include. =(&lt;br /&gt;had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; cigarettes (M7 super lights). And my throat already hurts. Cold air sucks.&lt;br /&gt;had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt; encounters with extremely hot Japanese schoolgirls who want to have no-strings-attached sex with foreign stud. But am slowly losing interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966869187864216968-1445977110022314137?l=gemynd-jap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gemynd-jap.blogspot.com/feeds/1445977110022314137/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966869187864216968&amp;postID=1445977110022314137' title='11 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966869187864216968/posts/default/1445977110022314137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966869187864216968/posts/default/1445977110022314137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gemynd-jap.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-8-and-9-little-things.html' title='Day 8 and 9 - The little things'/><author><name>Gemynd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/SKg615uj1DI/AAAAAAAAA2I/n6gaBNXqEmc/S220/blog77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966869187864216968.post-6624321893860045437</id><published>2007-05-05T20:31:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T21:08:18.324+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6 and 7 - Talk about Heaven and Hell</title><content type='html'>Day 6:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably one of the best days here. It was just the kind of happiness you get when you're around a beautiful place like where I went. The reason I'm not replacing 'where I went' with the name of the place is because I forgot the name. Goddamn Japanese names are a tad hard to remember. But whatever it is we managed to see Mt. Fuji from where we were and Lake Ashi which was pretty damn awesome. Green trees, fresh air and beautiful water (I thought the phobia would stop me from enjoying it but it was just too awesome). Yes I said awesome a lot of times that day because it was just that rush when you look around you and know that words cannot describe how AWESOME it is to be there (yes, words of someone with a limited vocabulary and no writing skill).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was tiring as hell because we got up at like 5 a.m. Never felt happier before because Day 5 was Harajuku which was a different kind of nice; the liveliness of streets and the thousands of people flooding it. It wasn't the annoying 'Shit WTF is with this crowd' or 'MALAYSIAN PC FAIR' kind of crowd, it was more of 'Damn this place is happening'. Not a lot of weird people like goths and cosplayers because it was kind of a hot day. So maybe I'll go on one of the days again where the forecast shows a cooler/cloudier weather. Plus the shrine in Harajuku and the walk on the way there was just...awesome. Too much green can make someone crazy, I swear (but in a good way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not going to post any pictures because the link is sort of slow and I'd take some time to sort the pictures out. TIME I DON'T HAVE. So yeah, maybe ask me the next time I see you in person, whoever's interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 fantastic days in a row was sort of hard to believe. Then came,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asakusa was like a bloody Petaling Street. Except the Japanese don't rip off the foreigners like our Malaysians do (which they very well should because foreigners don't know wtf these guys are talking about). And the shops are much bigger. And this is NOT FAKE SHIT. But you see the thing about these places is everything is bloody cheap, but almost all the shops sell the same bloody thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This of course would have been a nice place to explore or a couple of hours, buy some souvenirs and get out of there. But when you go with 2 aunties, and stop at 234923/234923 bag stores and look at every one of them when THEY ARE PRETTY MUCH IDENTICAL, you just feel like killing yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started to get really cranky through the day like PMS, wanted to kill every kid making noise on the way home (yes, even more than I normally already do) and wasn't very vocal. But in retrospect I'm actually quite happy that for the entire trip this is the only time I've ever felt this way. Created most of my own fun throughout the trip and it was good, not being tied down by being out with females (esp. old ones) most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I was really pissed about was how there is practically NOTHING for guys out there. So far I've only seen like 10 shops (I am not fucking kidding you) with male stuff for sale, and I tell you like half of them are Zara or some branded shit you can get at home. I'm pissed on behalf of you guys who I want to buy gifts for and of course myself because I WANTED TO SHOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that you guys know about this, I wanna tell you that I have done my souvenir shopping for everyone in my list EXCEPT FH, JH and Eugene. Bloody 3 guys. It is not a coincidence. That being said, for the next 7 days if I don't find anything good, I'll just stop by at the train station chocolate place and get like a whole bunch of candy for you guys. I can't do anything about it dee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status:&lt;br /&gt;I have:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;63.9%&lt;/span&gt; of my cash left. Healthy.&lt;br /&gt;bought presents for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; people. I'm done looking for presents.&lt;br /&gt;had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt; cigarettes. And am going to kill everyone here if I don't get one soon.&lt;br /&gt;had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt; encounters with extremely hot Japanese schoolgirls who want to have no-strings-attached sex with foreign stud. I have started to deal with the fact that this number will remain 0 so what I do is just stare at them and look at them more intently. It's the best I can get I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966869187864216968-6624321893860045437?l=gemynd-jap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gemynd-jap.blogspot.com/feeds/6624321893860045437/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966869187864216968&amp;postID=6624321893860045437' title='10 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966869187864216968/posts/default/6624321893860045437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966869187864216968/posts/default/6624321893860045437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gemynd-jap.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-6-and-7-talk-about-heaven-and-hell.html' title='Day 6 and 7 - Talk about Heaven and Hell'/><author><name>Gemynd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/SKg615uj1DI/AAAAAAAAA2I/n6gaBNXqEmc/S220/blog77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966869187864216968.post-2106385848278858897</id><published>2007-05-03T20:53:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T21:06:44.784+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 and 5 - Bleh</title><content type='html'>HARHAR no mood to blog. Probably the most fun I've had ever. Kinda hard to blog about stuff like this because it doesn't do justice to how great it really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I've gotten presents for Dian, TC, Jen, Vee Vien and VY's parents. Rest of you can go kill yourself because you didn't write anything in my blog. BTW forgot to add Koi to the list, if you're interested :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you guys are gonna complain about how the stuff I buy is not really Japanese but stuff you can actually get anywhere. But I'm practically buying you guys free gifts so STFU and be happy. Smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe will blog again when I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: HARAJUKU = PWNAGEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status:&lt;br /&gt;I have:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;73.2%&lt;/span&gt; of my cash left. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;bought presents for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; people. Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt; cigarettes. Impressive eh?&lt;br /&gt;had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt; encounters with extremely hot Japanese schoolgirls who want to have no-strings-attached sex with foreign stud. But will go back to Harajuku alone to increase chances of it happening in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966869187864216968-2106385848278858897?l=gemynd-jap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gemynd-jap.blogspot.com/feeds/2106385848278858897/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966869187864216968&amp;postID=2106385848278858897' title='10 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966869187864216968/posts/default/2106385848278858897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966869187864216968/posts/default/2106385848278858897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gemynd-jap.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-4-and-5-bleh.html' title='Day 4 and 5 - Bleh'/><author><name>Gemynd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/SKg615uj1DI/AAAAAAAAA2I/n6gaBNXqEmc/S220/blog77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966869187864216968.post-3101250615882797038</id><published>2007-05-02T19:16:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T19:19:38.181+09:00</updated><title type='text'>After a bit of thinking...</title><content type='html'>I'm not really in a good financial status and I really have no idea what to get you guys back at home. So here's a list of friends I will buy stuff for. The rest of you, sorry, but go to hell. No wait, I mean I don't have enough cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VY&lt;br /&gt;VY's parents&lt;br /&gt;FH&lt;br /&gt;Dian&lt;br /&gt;JH&lt;br /&gt;TC&lt;br /&gt;Eugene&lt;br /&gt;Shanny&lt;br /&gt;Joyce&lt;br /&gt;Vee Vien&lt;br /&gt;Jen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really don't know what to get you guys so please let me know what to buy. BTW Jen is a postcard okay? It's got pretty colours :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU DONT REPLY I WON'T BUY YOU GUYS ANYTHING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966869187864216968-3101250615882797038?l=gemynd-jap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gemynd-jap.blogspot.com/feeds/3101250615882797038/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966869187864216968&amp;postID=3101250615882797038' title='4 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966869187864216968/posts/default/3101250615882797038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966869187864216968/posts/default/3101250615882797038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gemynd-jap.blogspot.com/2007/05/after-bit-of-thinking.html' title='After a bit of thinking...'/><author><name>Gemynd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/SKg615uj1DI/AAAAAAAAA2I/n6gaBNXqEmc/S220/blog77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966869187864216968.post-2856089697827436061</id><published>2007-05-02T17:41:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T19:21:51.666+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 - Understanding the people</title><content type='html'>I stayed true to the reason I came here, and started looking around and began comparing them to our people. But how wrong I was to compare. These things walking around me are creatures of a different species. I have been learning about them well undercover by abusing the fact that 'All Asian people look alike.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To help your understanding (especially the younger readers of this blog), here's a list I have documented on their skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Level 1 Skills&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Balance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;This skill allows the Japanese to balance on the train without holding on any of the bars. With the thousands of people in single trains, it is essential that the Japanese hold their ground without relying on other objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fast-walk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;This skill allows Japanese to quickly switch between trains to get to work/school on time. BTW they practically run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slurp noodles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Though seemingly easily, this takes more practice than it may appear. The noises which supposedly show appreciation of the food is noisy as hell and can surely piss everyone off (except teammates - other Japanese seem to be immune to this skill). Synergy with slurp soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slurp soup&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;A synergy skill of slurp noodles. Creates a hell of a lot of noise when put together and will surely piss anyone (not Japanese) off. Can probably also reverse QoP's Sonic Wave and mirror the spell back to her (inside joke).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Resist temptation to shoplift&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Because Japanese are so bloody trusting, have no security cameras in their shops and leave a lot of their items unattended, it is an innate Japanese skill to resist the temptation taking everything and running off. (Requirements: Not Malaysian)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Recycle / keep the Earth clean / do not litter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;These 3 skills normally come in one package. (Requirements: Not Malaysian)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Basic Navigation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RjhYrSxb-pI/AAAAAAAAADc/TV_k82rCH2A/s1600-h/DSCN0342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RjhYrSxb-pI/AAAAAAAAADc/TV_k82rCH2A/s200/DSCN0342.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059891682147564178" 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;Make sense of that. Yeah, BASIC navigation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Level 2 Skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep on train while standing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Because Japanese are probably working 23.98 hours a day, the few seconds a Japanese has on a train must be spent regenerating or resting. Most of the time trains are crowded and it is necessary for a Japanese to sleep in any condition while standing. (Undoubtedly a skill Mr.Mah has mastered - inside joke) (Requirements: L1 Skill - Balance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Fast-walk with high heels&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Here, women are fast!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah, I was surprised too. (Requirements: Female, L1 Skill - Fast-walk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Level 3 Skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;3 for flowars at old age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;We went to some...place to see...some flowers that come out...not very often. Yes, I don't know much about what's going on. Anyway, bloody 80% of these people were old folks who could barely walk. Even saw a woman who had to hold an umbrella and a walking stick just to move around, and she was alone. So yeah, Japanese are weird. (Requirements: Old wrinkly ass)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RjhaYSxb-qI/AAAAAAAAADk/ic7CmzmkFxY/s1600-h/DSCN0196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RjhaYSxb-qI/AAAAAAAAADk/ic7CmzmkFxY/s400/DSCN0196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059893554753305250" 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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;View from pretty high up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RjhbISxb-rI/AAAAAAAAADs/KIi_kJ99IWg/s1600-h/DSCN0195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RjhbISxb-rI/AAAAAAAAADs/KIi_kJ99IWg/s400/DSCN0195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059894379387026098" 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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Closer view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RjhcAyxb-sI/AAAAAAAAAD0/rZDnQodxDSA/s1600-h/DSCN0192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RjhcAyxb-sI/AAAAAAAAAD0/rZDnQodxDSA/s400/DSCN0192.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059895350049635010" 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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Much closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I erh...forgot to take a bunch of pictures of myself with this background. OH WELL. (Yes, Jen, they're colourful and pretty. Shh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious note though some Japanese are worlds apart from one another. The shopkeepers seem to be so nice, helpful, friendly and all that but the general public is shitty enough to turn away and walk off on purpose when someone says "excuse me" (true story). Another thing is about how all the adults on work and all that have their same monotonous black suits black slacks black shoes and white collar shirt but on the other hand all the teenagers are dressed in the funkiest shit ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not in like Malaysia where the general public is full of assholes so tourists who come can already mentally prepare themselves to be surrounded by piles of shit. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a lot more in mind to write but I'm too lazy. It's been really tiring. Here are my stats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;89,7%&lt;/span&gt; of my cash left.&lt;br /&gt;bought &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; present for someone. Piff.&lt;br /&gt;had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt; cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt; encounters with extremely hot Japanese schoolgirls who want to have no-strings-attached sex with foreign stud. Wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, added pictures to Day 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966869187864216968-2856089697827436061?l=gemynd-jap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gemynd-jap.blogspot.com/feeds/2856089697827436061/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966869187864216968&amp;postID=2856089697827436061' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966869187864216968/posts/default/2856089697827436061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966869187864216968/posts/default/2856089697827436061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gemynd-jap.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-3-understanding-people.html' title='Day 3 - Understanding the people'/><author><name>Gemynd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/SKg615uj1DI/AAAAAAAAA2I/n6gaBNXqEmc/S220/blog77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RjhYrSxb-pI/AAAAAAAAADc/TV_k82rCH2A/s72-c/DSCN0342.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966869187864216968.post-1972929335835459754</id><published>2007-05-01T22:51:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T17:40:46.142+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 - Chilling!</title><content type='html'>The fact that you guys are still reading after I pulled that prank on you from Day 1 is pretty fantastic. &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things in Japan that Malaysia doesn't have &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RjdHrCxb-hI/AAAAAAAAACc/D04r7hUlNKs/s1600-h/DSCN0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RjdHrCxb-hI/AAAAAAAAACc/D04r7hUlNKs/s200/DSCN0065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059591511178213906" 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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, it's an edible RO mob. Nerds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RjdIiCxb-iI/AAAAAAAAACk/fO3YB3gT15g/s1600-h/DSCN0075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RjdIiCxb-iI/AAAAAAAAACk/fO3YB3gT15g/s200/DSCN0075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059592456071019042" 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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JAPANESE M7. VY, FEAST YOUR EYES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RjdJryxb-jI/AAAAAAAAACs/0cUuSVRG_YM/s1600-h/DSCN0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RjdJryxb-jI/AAAAAAAAACs/0cUuSVRG_YM/s200/DSCN0097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059593723086371378" 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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Firstly, this sign is on a bloody road. Secondly, this 'No Smoking' sign actually means 'No smoking'. It doesn't mean like in Malaysia where you and your friends all smoke around it and take pictures to put on your MSN displays or Friendsters. I think this is a very weird Japanese culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I actually took a tonne of these signs today but am too lazy to upload them. Link is slow and I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RjdLEyxb-kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qlF8cqfGp2k/s1600-h/DSCN0171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RjdLEyxb-kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qlF8cqfGp2k/s200/DSCN0171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059595252094728770" 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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Angrey Japaneeze flowars! (red eyebrows have been painted on to illustrate full effect of anger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RjhNLixb-mI/AAAAAAAAADE/2c6Ep8P6Q8E/s1600-h/DSCN0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RjhNLixb-mI/AAAAAAAAADE/2c6Ep8P6Q8E/s200/DSCN0071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059879042058812002" 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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stupid annoying ass cyclists who push you off the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RjhNjixb-nI/AAAAAAAAADM/hl4OXxLscfg/s1600-h/DSCN0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RjhNjixb-nI/AAAAAAAAADM/hl4OXxLscfg/s200/DSCN0085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059879454375672434" 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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;elisa!!!!111111oneoneone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RjhOMixb-oI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ek1rv2BxH6k/s1600-h/DSCN0340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RjhOMixb-oI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ek1rv2BxH6k/s200/DSCN0340.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059880158750308994" 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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This was on the cover of a manhole. But 5 years later it will be on every 'lala's' shirt in Malaysia. Coolios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay a lot of Day 2 was spent recovering from loss of sleep and forgetting that I have a camera. Sorreh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966869187864216968-1972929335835459754?l=gemynd-jap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966869187864216968/posts/default/1972929335835459754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966869187864216968/posts/default/1972929335835459754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gemynd-jap.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-2-chilling.html' title='Day 2 - Chilling!'/><author><name>Gemynd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/SKg615uj1DI/AAAAAAAAA2I/n6gaBNXqEmc/S220/blog77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RjdHrCxb-hI/AAAAAAAAACc/D04r7hUlNKs/s72-c/DSCN0065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966869187864216968.post-8867483647764714132</id><published>2007-04-30T20:43:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T21:13:49.901+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 - Not quite there.</title><content type='html'>The time I spent in KLIA reminded me of the very reason I decided to fly off elsewhere even if it meant I had to go with people nowhere near my age group or...gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screwed up service, shitty loud local music that nobody could ever appreciate, stoned, unfriendly faces of people who are practically trying their hardest to make you want to slap them, dirty toilets and well I don't need any more reasons. So, BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off I went on a plane, after 10 years of not being on one, and I felt more alive than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destination: Narita, Japan&lt;br /&gt;In-flight Music: Random Classical Crap on full volume&lt;br /&gt;In-flight Activity: Writing shit like this and...doing puzzles, reading and the likes (trying my best to kill time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RjXagyxb-cI/AAAAAAAAAB0/a2RTL0oKNU8/s1600-h/DSCN0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RjXagyxb-cI/AAAAAAAAAB0/a2RTL0oKNU8/s320/DSCN0051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059190013340416450" 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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heh, instantly reminded me of Fight Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Of course this was all until I noticed something that changed my views on flight FOREVAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RjXbUSxb-dI/AAAAAAAAAB8/nxe9No1BaFU/s1600-h/DSCN0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RjXbUSxb-dI/AAAAAAAAAB8/nxe9No1BaFU/s320/DSCN0052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059190898103679442" 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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes. On a plane, on the screen in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;POKEMON NIGGA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RjXcICxb-fI/AAAAAAAAACM/YoLnkYPCwwo/s1600-h/DSCN0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 207px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RjXcICxb-fI/AAAAAAAAACM/YoLnkYPCwwo/s320/DSCN0057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059191787161909746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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;No worries.  Just give me all your Pokemonss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RjXclSxb-gI/AAAAAAAAACU/QU9RBI4v0Jk/s1600-h/DSCN0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RjXclSxb-gI/AAAAAAAAACU/QU9RBI4v0Jk/s320/DSCN0058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059192289673083394" 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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you for keeping me company, 'asshat'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Didn't want to sleep at all after I discovered this and all the movies I could watch (mostly rewatch) like Fight Club, Babel etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I feel the need to tell you all about all this unimportant rubbish? Because I know how everyone came here expecting lots of pictures and exciting stories. AND I LOVE LAUGHING AT YOU GUYS FOR NOT GETTING WHAT YOU WANT. Congratulations on wasting minutes of your time to read about how I got to Japan but not a single word about the country at all. Now go do something useful with your lives, damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966869187864216968-8867483647764714132?l=gemynd-jap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gemynd-jap.blogspot.com/feeds/8867483647764714132/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966869187864216968&amp;postID=8867483647764714132' title='1 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966869187864216968/posts/default/8867483647764714132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966869187864216968/posts/default/8867483647764714132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gemynd-jap.blogspot.com/2007/04/day-1-not-quite-there.html' title='Day 1 - Not quite there.'/><author><name>Gemynd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/SKg615uj1DI/AAAAAAAAA2I/n6gaBNXqEmc/S220/blog77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/RjXagyxb-cI/AAAAAAAAAB0/a2RTL0oKNU8/s72-c/DSCN0051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8966869187864216968.post-5183134567037071475</id><published>2007-04-30T12:52:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T12:59:00.672+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Test</title><content type='html'>I'd like to take this opportunity to thank blogger, google and gmail for TRACING MY IP, DETECTING THE JAPANESE ONE AND MAKING EVERY DAMN THING JAPANESE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I need this test, to see if I can still blog when all the buttons and everything around me is Japanese. sfkusfhsadfyy3dks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW I made this blog because I wouldn't excuse myself if I mixed my (what I consider, at least) 'proper writing' with my stupid typical teenager rants about how Japan is awesomessss... My other blog is still up. Spread the word for me =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8966869187864216968-5183134567037071475?l=gemynd-jap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gemynd-jap.blogspot.com/feeds/5183134567037071475/comments/default' title='コメントの投稿'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8966869187864216968&amp;postID=5183134567037071475' title='0 件のコメント'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966869187864216968/posts/default/5183134567037071475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8966869187864216968/posts/default/5183134567037071475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gemynd-jap.blogspot.com/2007/04/test.html' title='Test'/><author><name>Gemynd</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xQlV_3o2inQ/SKg615uj1DI/AAAAAAAAA2I/n6gaBNXqEmc/S220/blog77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
