<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31547353</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 09 Oct 2009 18:10:52 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Haado Blog</title><description></description><link>http://bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Desmond)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31547353.post-3277403206269971149</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Jun 2008 14:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T18:46:00.827+02:00</atom:updated><title>Back from Hong Kong, and a new knee...</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Yes, I must be the most lethargic blogger on this Blogger thing... My lovely girlfriend keeps kicking me every two months about updating my blog, and she's absolutely right. I really don't know if anyone really reads these, but I still feel I should do a better job at this. Anyway, after this short confessional, moving on to the point...&lt;br /&gt; I spent another amazing vacation in HK, residing in Yuen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wG8ZrM6xuto/SFE6E9_2YQI/AAAAAAAAACw/KZtWHZTmJSo/s1600-h/IMG_0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wG8ZrM6xuto/SFE6E9_2YQI/AAAAAAAAACw/KZtWHZTmJSo/s200/IMG_0421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211010100880630018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Long, as usual. I really have to come up with a way to pay Mama some kind of rent, seeing as I have already lived in her other apartment for about two months altogether..she just won't let me pay for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;anything.&lt;br /&gt; This time around we visited China, twice. Once to Eric's (C's dad) toy factory in Qishi, and once to Panyu with a group of friends; Su, Kit-cha, Alan, Kimmy, and of course me and C. Fun times, except I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wG8ZrM6xuto/SFE5iE87sWI/AAAAAAAAACo/u6x9R8JkdM4/s1600-h/IMG_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wG8ZrM6xuto/SFE5iE87sWI/AAAAAAAAACo/u6x9R8JkdM4/s320/IMG_0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211009501452022114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; was a real wimp, I didn't have the guts to ride the tallest roller coaster in the world (80m high...). Other than that, it was great, though. Good food, bad jokes, fun people. I met so many good people this time around, a lot of Colina's colleagues, friends and schoolmates. Meeting Jenga was fun too, as I didn't get to meet this C'olina's good s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;choolmate last time. As usual, my Cantonese is still rather limited, which meant I offered amusement to everyone else with my clumsy comments and a few diry words in my vocab. But I'm getting there...you wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;  Especially cute aqcuaintance was Colina's friend Jade's little baby boy Lincoln, who we had tea with once. Cute baby, probably going to be active, nice and talkative like his mom. I guess seeing a mixed-blood baby in my arms made me think about what our babies with Ms. C might look like. New, weird thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Now every time I go back to 852 I feel more and more like returning to a second home. We'll see if next year Paris will be my third home, then...&lt;br /&gt; Had a knee surgery three weeks ago, really good job by the doc. Everything ran smoothly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wG8ZrM6xuto/SFE7FGCz37I/AAAAAAAAAC4/MJtJxCQB19E/s1600-h/IMG_0678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wG8ZrM6xuto/SFE7FGCz37I/AAAAAAAAAC4/MJtJxCQB19E/s200/IMG_0678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211011202552160178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; and the leg isn't painful, and most importantly, it is beginning to look like a leg aga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;in. Thank you, Suomen Terveystalo staff. Now, it's rehab for 6 months until I can pla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;y basketball again, but at least there's light at the end of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;tunnel, and as always, I got my better half looking after me, making sure I don't break my knee again. Thanks boo, ngo chung yi nei ar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;And that's it for this blog. Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;PS. I really need to start listening to C and making these entries shorter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/31547353-3277403206269971149?l=bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-from-hong-kong-and-new-knee.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Desmond)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wG8ZrM6xuto/SFE6E9_2YQI/AAAAAAAAACw/KZtWHZTmJSo/s72-c/IMG_0421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31547353.post-3776616819174627813</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Mar 2008 17:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T18:46:01.109+02:00</atom:updated><title>Going back to Cali</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wG8ZrM6xuto/R-fw7jr0fII/AAAAAAAAACU/dAWe3SrRo-M/s1600-h/n653460454_737026_8049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wG8ZrM6xuto/R-fw7jr0fII/AAAAAAAAACU/dAWe3SrRo-M/s400/n653460454_737026_8049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181374802295028866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Going back to Hong Kong, again. That's my life right now; school, work, and Colina. Which means that while I'm in Finland, I basically just work my behind off, and study, and as soon as I get the money, I'm off to 852. Next time I'll stay about three weeks..gotta fix the water heater in Colina's grandma's other apartment in Yuen Long, because it broke down last time we were there. We're doing just great with my better half..hehe, never called any girl my better half before. I really like this one. I guess it's pretty obvious to everyone else too, considering the fact that I am returning to Hong Kong for my third trip there..and I plan to go there again in September.&lt;br /&gt;On a more negative note, I broke my knee three weeks ago..this is the first time in 13 years i needed the sports insurance. Good thing I have it. I tore my ACL completely, which means a few months of rehab, surgery after I return from HK, and about six months more rehab.. Not too cheerful about that..but I got my better half supporting me. It's very nice, even her dad and mom are asking me every now and then about how I'm coming along with the injury. The good thing about this injury is that I really have to do excercise by myself everyday, whether it's the fitness bike or just lifting weights.&lt;br /&gt;I've been working so much this month, my thesis has not progressed much..but I'll crank up the pace before I get to Hong Kong. I'm trying to finish anywhere between 20 to 30 pages before the "Spring break".&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's what's up. Life is good. Colina is sweet. I'm happy. Peace.&lt;br /&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/31547353-3776616819174627813?l=bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com/2008/03/going-back-to-cali.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Desmond)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wG8ZrM6xuto/R-fw7jr0fII/AAAAAAAAACU/dAWe3SrRo-M/s72-c/n653460454_737026_8049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31547353.post-2163947653359242609</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Dec 2007 17:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-13T20:17:37.647+02:00</atom:updated><title>Busy Bee</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Hello people. After returning to Oulu, I kept myself superbusy by working about 5 diaz a week, going to school, and playing basketball, while dedicating almost all of my free time to skyping with my better half. Needless to say, days and weeks went by really fast. Had I not had all these preoccupations, my head would have inevitably imploded from the exessive boredom that my dear old city exudes. Nevertheless, by early November, as days began to grow darker, I knew i had to escape the darkness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;    And so I did. On Nov. 4th, around 16:40, I hopped on the plane to Hong Kong. After spending the previous night on a train, accompanied by an old drunkard and three annoying manga-crazy teenage girls who kept blathering constantly for eight and a half hours in a fairly high pitch and volume, I had no trouble sleeping on the plane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;    So, on Nov. 5th, around 08:00 Hong Kong time, my nice little autumn break begun as Colina picked me up from the Airport. I didn't have time to get nervous about meeting her family members, because we had lunch AND dinner at her granma's place the same day I arrived. The Tangs are very nice, sincere people. No extra courtesy or fake smiles for the white guy, but a warm, real, welcome. And the food was excellent. I think grandma cooked us food about five times, and she always made me eat too much. And even though my Cantonese is limited to phrases like "thank you very much" and "how are you?", we got along just fine. I also learned the phrase "go ahead and eat"...hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;        The trip went as planned and we had a great time. In the first week, we stayed a couple of days on an island called Cheng Chau. We had a nice, recently renovated little room at a B&amp;amp;B (which did not actually include the other B...). Cheng Chau was ok. It's a nice little island, but not nearly as nice and laid-back as Lamma Island. Lamma is very nice, the whole island is oozing with a relaxed ambience that is really infectious. One of my favorite establishments in the whole Hong Kong peninsula has to be Bookworm Café, a small restaurant with nice bright-coloured interior and a long bookshelf filled with copies of national geography and travel literature, offering fresh salads and various other forms of veggie food made from organic products. Lamma is also full of dogs, which is nice. Dogs are cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;        I also got used to picking Colina up from her workplace, a Quicksilver store in the bustling Mong Kok, and I met many of her colleagues and schoolmates, and friends aswell, of course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;    Hong Kong people love to dine out, so we met many of these aforementioned people at various restaurants. We had Thai, Vietnamese, Japanese, and of course various forms of Chinese food, and we somehow managed to fit in European cuisine as well. It was a very nourishing trip to say the least, although I did suffer a slight case of diarrhea at one point, which marked the first time my stomach got upset in a foreign country. The funny thing is that it was a fairly domestic and familiar product that caused this abdominal malfunction: an IKEA shrimp sandwich. Having eaten menu items such as fish stomach and duck feet, the IKEA quality delicacy really caught me (and obviously my digestive system) off guard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;    Notwithstanding the rectal explosion episode, my second trip to the autonomous region of Hong Kong was, in a word, GREAT. I will definitely be back there, hopefully during the springtime of 2008. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;    Since I returned to the dark, cold Finlandia, as could be expected, I continued working and studying, the usual routine. Luckily, time goes by very fast, and soon my better half will fly here, accompanied by her lovely friend Hazel, to experience snow, Santa, and Aurora Borealis for the first time. Kinda cool. Anywho, that's the latest from this little piggy. Peace. I'm out like democracy and human rights in Zimbabwe (for example). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/31547353-2163947653359242609?l=bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com/2007/12/busy-bee.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Desmond)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31547353.post-8093387209296446586</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Sep 2007 15:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T18:46:01.621+02:00</atom:updated><title>Reality Check</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Yeah..It's been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wG8ZrM6xuto/Rv0rdJO5mTI/AAAAAAAAACM/QFqTH-ZKpNs/s1600-h/IMG_0414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wG8ZrM6xuto/Rv0rdJO5mTI/AAAAAAAAACM/QFqTH-ZKpNs/s320/IMG_0414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115292531457366322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;a while. I've been working 5-6 days a week since I got back home, getting back my groove (money). Nothing really interesting has happened here during my exile in Japa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;n, except for that monstrosity of a movie theater/hotel complex that blocks the sun from our pub's patio..After a year of rather useless, obligatory Japanese culture &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;courses, getting back to my actual English studies is quite refreshing. I fee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;l more motivated than ever before, and I am actually attending some of the first year basic linguistics lectures, which is something I've tried to do ever since I began my studies in 2001...&lt;br /&gt; Work is good, I feel good. Getting money is good for traveling. I.e. traveling to 852. Still about a month to go, but that's not much..Working and playing basketball and studying takes up so much time, days and weeks go by super fast, which is nice. We lost our Olli, my little brother, the coolest dog ever, in June due to a virus.. I still get sad thinking about him, and how I never got to say goodbye. I cried for a couple of days when I found out from my parents that he was going to go soon..Luckily I had Colina next to me, so I had a shoulder to cry on. Ng goi.&lt;br /&gt; Last week, my parents got a new puppy. Bono. He is Olli's great grands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wG8ZrM6xuto/Rv0qH5O5mRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lbqSWO8bpHc/s1600-h/IMG_8646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wG8ZrM6xuto/Rv0qH5O5mRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lbqSWO8bpHc/s320/IMG_8646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115291066873518354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;on, so we're hoping he would grow as big as his great grandfather. Bono's pretty cool, light-coloured eyes and a white spot on his chest, and a great personality. I think he'll be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;  So that's pretty much what's going on in my life. I'll check back in a couple of months..maybe. Next time I should have something to tell you about my second trip to Hong Kong. Until then, I'm out like Shinzo Abe and Myanmar's human rights. Peace.&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/31547353-8093387209296446586?l=bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com/2007/09/reality-check.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Desmond)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wG8ZrM6xuto/Rv0rdJO5mTI/AAAAAAAAACM/QFqTH-ZKpNs/s72-c/IMG_0414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31547353.post-3262875193670962742</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jul 2007 12:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T18:46:02.159+02:00</atom:updated><title>Time Flies Bye...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wG8ZrM6xuto/RqX2LUc4_4I/AAAAAAAAABU/OYOpYxfAMaI/s1600-h/IMG_7504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wG8ZrM6xuto/RqX2LUc4_4I/AAAAAAAAABU/OYOpYxfAMaI/s320/IMG_7504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090745628141092738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;It is ridiculous, really. This whole program, since December 2006, has gone so fast. A little too fast, perhaps. It's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; funny to think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;about actually going back to fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;land in a couple of weeks. And sad, too. I t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;hink Sapporo, and my friends I made here, really grew on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; me. I feel at home. I feel at home with the bright dawns and early dusks, the energetic, bustling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; scene in the commercial district, the all-you-can-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;drink soirées in various i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;zakayas, the extremely annoying routine of getting up for 8.45 classes three to five times a week, getting bentoo for lunch, marusei or starbucks coffee..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;    So, it feels weird, leaving this set of routines, not to mention my friends, behind me. And as nice as it feels to think about meeting my old friends in Finland again, it makes me wonder how well I will get used to my old home, even with all the old, familiar routines? Of course, having my friends there helps, and school, and work.. It's a comforting thought to have all t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;hese nice things waiting for me there when i get back. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;    Yet s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;omewhere in the back of my mind, I feel this strange feeling, a certain unrestful feeling. I feel I won't be living in my old city for long, or my country. That feeling is nothing new, but I feel it more now, of course, going back home. I have no intention to move back to Japan, though. Don't get me wrong, I like the country in many ways, but I just do not see myself living in this type of "group-oriented" (Word to Stapleton!) society. I will be back though, probably many times, and I am interested in improving my Japa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;nese and some day maybe do translation work in Japanese..But that's later. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;    My sight is set on Europe, probably Germany or France, thoug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wG8ZrM6xuto/RqX37kc4_7I/AAAAAAAAABs/wEWrduIdjR4/s1600-h/IMG_2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wG8ZrM6xuto/RqX37kc4_7I/AAAAAAAAABs/wEWrduIdjR4/s200/IMG_2008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090747556581408690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;h I am not excluding any options, I am not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; well informed yet. But time will tell, I bet it'll be cool, wherever I end up. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;    These last couple of months went by extremely fast. First, in early June, Anna and Matias came here. It was a very nice week, and it was probably nice for them to get a break from all the studying and working. Also, it was a good excuse for me to take it easy at school here too, and forget about homework for a while. We mostly just walked around Sapporo, seeing funny shops and nice parks and such. A shopping vacation while trying to keep it as low-end as possible. We actually managed to find nice things for both, though to my sister's surprise, she was too skinny even for Asian standards. Anyhow, it was fun Thanks you two:) I'll see you soon:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;    Right after my sister and Matias departed, my girlfriend arrived here. To put it short, we had 18 amazing days h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;ere. There's no other way to explain it. Ng goi, lui pang yau:) The first few days, we walked around Sapporo, shopping and sight-seeing. We made salad, and ate it in the university park almost every day. We cooked a lot too. Very nice, just living together, doing normal, everyday things.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;    We also managed to travel a little, going to Furano to see lavender, and other flower fields. The trip was very nice, even if we missed one train by three minutes, and we ended up coming back home almost three hours later.. But if we hadn't missed that train, we wouldn't have found a nice soba-noodle restaurant where we had a delicious, BIG, meal. Another trip we did was to Otaru, the small port town 30 minutes away from Sapporo by train. The weather was a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wG8ZrM6xuto/RqX4XUc4_8I/AAAAAAAAAB0/3VIP0OJJmcw/s1600-h/DSCN1043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wG8ZrM6xuto/RqX4XUc4_8I/AAAAAAAAAB0/3VIP0OJJmcw/s200/DSCN1043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090748033322778562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;mazing, and the pictures we took on the Ungadoori-canal were so beautiful the background looks fake:D &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;    We enjoyed every single moment so much, it was hard to say goodbye on July 4th. I miss everything we did together here, and it took a while to get used to being without my better half.. But it's ok, I'm going back to 852 in October:) Can't wait!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;    -Which brings us to the topic of returning to Finland. I am feeling much better now about going back home. First of all, seeing my old friends and family. Secondly, having a job and a steady income again really eases my mind. But most importantly, I am happy about having the exit door in sight again; going back to Hong Kong and seeing my Colina:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Peace, I'm out like Shinzo Abe.&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/31547353-3262875193670962742?l=bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com/2007/07/time-flies-bye.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Desmond)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wG8ZrM6xuto/RqX2LUc4_4I/AAAAAAAAABU/OYOpYxfAMaI/s72-c/IMG_7504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31547353.post-117493297480576546</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Mar 2007 16:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T18:46:03.162+02:00</atom:updated><title>Asian Express</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sorry for the negligence. I'm back. Back in Sapporo. Back from what or where? Well, a trip. Or rather, a journey. Yeah. Journey sounds more grand. Let's stick with that. T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;his journey began on the 28th of February, 2007, and ended exactly three wee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ks later, 21st of March. Not even arguably, undeniably one of the best journeys of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;This enormous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; excursion included strange and won&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;derful coincidences, new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; acquaintances, old friends, good luck, bad luck, beautiful scenery and of course even more beautiful women, as I navigated my way through various Japanese cities, and ended up in Hong Kong. The trip was as excellent as it was event&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wG8ZrM6xuto/Rkbn8BeUGPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JOLAGteOfaw/s1600-h/IMG_4742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wG8ZrM6xuto/Rkbn8BeUGPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JOLAGteOfaw/s320/IMG_4742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063989849398450418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ually emotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ally draining. As shallow as my plunge might have been, for two weeks I submerged into Japanese culture and art in its past and present forms very intensively, accompanied by my friend from Finland, Kenttu. Thanks, it was fun, YM4E.&lt;br /&gt;Having slept &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;around 0 hours the previous night, I stumbled on to the Sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;mark flight bound for Tokyo. The morning was cold, bright and beautiful, a nice way to start a journey. As I was trying to find my seat, I was greeted by a bright smile and a handwave. It was my friend Kaori. A nice coincidence. But the funny thing was that my seat was next to hers. Now that's a coincidence. Because of this funny coincidence we hung out in Tokyo after Kaori's job interviews had ended. The location was Shibuya, one of the busiest districts of Tokyo, but somehow we managed to find each other in the sea of peo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ple. After hanging out with Kaori, I returned to the Tokyo Station, where I met a boy fr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;om the States, looking for a job as an English teacher, and a Japanese girl, who was very interested in especially Finnish design. So, while waiting for the nightbus from Tokyo to Nagoya, I got a free lesson in Japanese oral communication, as the girl talked almost nonstop for 2,5 hours about Finnish design and Japanese design and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;styles and anything even loosely related to the topic. After that, I met a guy sitting next to me on the bus, Takayuki, who had been in Tokyo for job interviews, like many other soon-to-graduate-Japanese. More Japanese practice, and English as well, since Taka had been in Spain as an exchange student, and could speak better Japanese than most young Japanese can. On that note, Kaori speaks excellent English, the best English speaker among any of the Japanese people I've met. She did one year of exchange in the States, which of course contributes to her proficiency to great exte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;nt. Sry, straying...&lt;br /&gt;I met my frie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;nd Kenttu at Nagoya airport, or Centrair, or something like that. The airport is built on an artificial island. Cool. For that day in Nagoya, we were joined by Suvi and Tessi, two Finnish girls who my friend had met on the flight. While the girs were resting in their hotel room, we went to check out Nagoya castle. The castle was beautiful on the outside, but it had been rebuilt in the 1950s after it had been bombed to the ground during WWII, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;like most Japanese castles, so there was nothing original looking or really interesting inside, except if u consider an elevator in a medieval castle to be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;After ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ther nightbus ride, we were in Tokyo, again. The first day was basically resting after a bad night's sleep, and visiting Shibuya for some shopping. To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;kyo is nice, and busy. Always. There's hardly a place where u can feel isolated or alone in that monster of a metropolis. The city is just a massive concrete jungle, spreading everywhere until it is stopped by the sea or the mountains. You can find anything in this city, from old, earth-tone temples to massive, metallic, shiny skyscrapers; from rockabilly pe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ople to goths or anime characters; from fresh food markets to vending machines serving noodles. For games, electronics, or manga cafés, just take the Yamanote Line to Akihabara, the electric town. If &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wG8ZrM6xuto/RkbqfheUGTI/AAAAAAAAABE/tq4CdgDT92w/s1600-h/IMG_4586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wG8ZrM6xuto/RkbqfheUGTI/AAAAAAAAABE/tq4CdgDT92w/s200/IMG_4586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063992658307062066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;you want to do some garment shopping, almost regardless of your taste, or if you just want to see interesting looking Tokyoites, just go to Harajuku. In the mysterious case that you find you haven't seen enough people while in Tokyo, go to Shibuya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;and witness the busiest pedestrian crossing in the world, right in front of Shibuya station. You just have to see it to believe it. Like any guidebook would tell you, for entertainment and nightlife, hit the streets of Roppongi Hills, but don't be surprised if you won't see that many locals there. After staying three nights, and hanging out for a day with my Alaskan friend Will, we left Tokyo and headed for Kansai area.&lt;br /&gt;In Kyoto, we stayed at a very nice youth hostel, five minutes on foot from the main station. The bad part was that check-in was at 16.00, and we arrived in Kyoto around 10.00..On top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; of that, the whole night train trip from Tokyo on the slowest possible local trains turned out to be a not very good idea. We didnt have any seats on the overnight-8-hour-trip..so we basically rested by sitting on our backpacks, while the train seemed to be spending more time on every little station, rather than actually getting us somewhere. In any case, being too tired to enjoy any actual sightseeing in the morning, we checked out only one world heritage site (there arent many sites in kyoto that Aren't world heritage sites), and spent the rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; of the waiting time by sleeping at the station and some parks. In fact we continued to do personal maintenance for the rest of the day, doing laundry, bathing and just taking it easy.&lt;br /&gt;Kyoto is a very nice and peaceful city, home to about 1,4 million people. The former capital of Japan was the capital of "peace and tranquility" and it still continues to live up to that name. Buddhist and Shintoo temples are scattered in and around the city and the surrounding hills. A little bit to the South of Kyoto, lies Nara, an old centre of power itself, home to arguably most famous temple in Japan; the Todaiji, or "Great Eastern Templ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;e". In the middle of the massive temple complex, you can find the largest wooden structure in the world, the Daibutsuden, which houses a massive statue of Buddha. While in Kyoto, places worthwile visiting are especially the Golden Pavilion (kinkakuji) and Kyomizud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;era.&lt;br /&gt;After getting an overdose of temples (reminding me of the time we got really sick of churches in Rome and Venice, Italy), we hopped on the train towards Himeji, a city that got it's name from the beautiful castle that lies in the middle of it. Himeji is one of the rare Japanese fortresses that have survived the mayhem of WWII. The castle is truly a thing of beauty, with every little detail designed and honed to perfection. The beauty of Himeji is matched with it's ingenuity and lethality; the beautiful white walls lead intruders to mazes of cul-de-sacs and various machiavellian defence contraptions. Walking through the gates and the yards, it is no wonder this castle was never conquered by enemies - you feel bad even thinking about the poor s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;amurais trying to do so.After succesfully navigating our way through the labyrinth-like Himeji in about 2hours, we hopped on the next train to Hiroshima.&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, waking up at J-hoppers Hostel in Hiroshima, we headed out to see the A-bomb dome and museum. A lot of the world leaders have visited this site in the recent history, but i fear that the current ones are forgetting what a weapon o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;f mass destruction can really do. It's sad. Just as sad as nazis and the holocaust, the Red Khmer, or any other genocidal piece of history. The a-bomb just does it a little quicker, but the result is just as sad. Anyone feeling bad about their lives can visit places like this that stand as a testament to human suffering, and get a reality check. So, apperciate what you have, people.&lt;br /&gt;On a more pos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;itive note, Hiroshima has risen from the ashes like a phoenix, and is today a very positive, energetic, prosperous and beautiful city of about 2 million people. On the other hand, the Hiroshima card has been played by the Japanese government too much for making the Japanese people seem like victims of WWII, while completely ignoring their own atrocities against many peoples during the war.&lt;br /&gt;But let's not talk politics and bs anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Hiroshima's other recommendable piece of history that is very worthwile to g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;et to know is the Itsukushima shrine, located on Miyajima Island. One of the best three views of Japan, the shrine is famous for the massive red torii, a gate, in the sea in front of the shrine. The mountaneus little island and the shrine are very beautiful, but I recommend you to synchronize your visit with the high tide, if you want to see the shrine at it's most beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;The same day as we visited the most memorable sites of Hiroshima, we got on a bullet train bound for Hakata/Fukuoka, and we arrived on the capital of Kyushu Island a couple of hours later. Bullet trains are fast. Really f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ast.&lt;br /&gt;The last part of the trip was just about taking it easy after almost two weeks of trains and city hopping. We even took our own hotel room. Luxury. The same night we met Yama-san and his friend, also Yama-san. I got acquainted to Yama through my oral commu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;nication teacher, Honma-sensei, as she found out i was going to go all the way to Fukuoka on my Japanese excursion. As it turned out, we were of the same age, which always makes it easier, especially since we mostly spoke in Japanese. So, no need for humble or honorific expressions. We had a nice evening of drinking, and since Yama's friend could speak a little English, all four of us could communicate rather easily. The beer probably helped a little, too.&lt;br /&gt;The following day we went through downtown fukuoka, and walked a couple of hours to the other side of the city, the seaside, got up on the 30something floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; of the SeaHawk Hotel and got a really beautiful (free) view of the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The last day of ther trip was just about getting back to Kansai, and we did it in style, with the bullet train, again. I said thanks and bye to Kenttu as I got of the train in Kyoto. It was fun. Good memories and a ton of pics.&lt;br /&gt;However, as Kenttu went back to Nagoya to wait for his flight back to Finland, my excursion was only 2/3 done.&lt;br /&gt;The following day I visited Osaka, and got a glimpse of the town by going around on foot for a few hours. I didn't see much, but Osaka seems very nice, active, big city. One of the biggest cities of Japan, Osaka is an important commercial centre, a port city of 2,5 million people, famous for the Osaka Tigers baseball team, the Osaka-jo castle, and it's entertainment district Namba.&lt;br /&gt;After return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ing for the last night in Kyoto, I felt the travel fever rising again. It's weird to have travel fever while traveling, but then again, I was about to go to a different country and a location far away from where i was now, so I guess it's natura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;l to have a few butterflies in the stomach. This blog is never going to end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wG8ZrM6xuto/RkbokReUGQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V3Xk5eshCbA/s1600-h/IMG_5282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wG8ZrM6xuto/RkbokReUGQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/V3Xk5eshCbA/s200/IMG_5282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063990540888185090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;On the morning of March 14th, I flew to Hong Kong on India Airlines. Che&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ap airliner,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; but good food and service.&lt;br /&gt;On arrival to Hong Kong, the humidity sucked the lifeforce out of me..23 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;degrees celsius, and like a greenhouse. Never experienced climate like that. It took&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; me a few days to get used to it; feeling sticky and dirty and sweating constantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I met my b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;eautiful friend Colina the same night i arrived, at 22. The sweetest, cutest, and funniest girl in Hong Kong, if you ask me. I was a little nervous about meeting her, wondering how well we would get along after only chatting and skyping before. Luckily, all the nervousness disappeared the moment we met, and we had a nice dinner, Shanghai cuisine. The heat really kills your appetite, but the food was good, nevertheless. It was a very cool first encounter with this beautiful being.&lt;br /&gt;The following day, I went to walk around the city on the Hong Kong Island side, as I was staying at Causeway Bay. The humidity really made the walking uncomfortable, as I was sweating like a pig, but the I really enjoyed the interesting sights, and got some really nice flicks of the interesting architecture and infrastructure of Hong Kong. In the evening &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;we had some thai food with Colina and her friends. I also met her best friend Hazel that night, a very nice person herself. After dinner, we went clubbing. Me and three cute Hong Kong girls going clubbing? I had no objections. The club was too packed, we had to wait for the drinks forever, and there was no room to dance, but it was fun anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Next day, it was the Cat st. antique shops and Man Mo Temple. Cat street antique shops are full of various interesting items, but they are mainly for rich western tourists, and often not very authentic nor very old. However, for wonderful socialist paraphenalia and collectibles of the great chairman Mao, this is a good place to check out. A good measure of contrast to the Japanese temples i had visited during the past couple of weeks was provided by Man Mo Temple, a more typical Chinese temple, made of concrete, coloured with bright green, gold and red, and filled with incense smoke. That night, we ate really good Indian food. Delicious. The weird part was following&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; these indian guys through a crowd of various nationalities trying to pull us to their restaurants, arriving at an elevator, going up to a shady apartement building, and knocking on some doors to find a restaurant. But the food was excellent, so it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;The following day we visited Lamma Island, 30 minutes by ferry from Hong Kong Central. Lamma Island is a beautiful little island known for it's seafood and tranquility. A nice little, fairly international, community in which everyone seems to own a dog. A nice place to consider living in for a while. The salad was really good, fresh. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;One of the many highlights of the trip was the Big Buddha on Lantau Island. The tallest seated outdoor Buddha in the world, the Tian Tan Buddha stands at 34 meters h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wG8ZrM6xuto/RkbpDReUGRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0j_BAkxeaDQ/s1600-h/IMG_5247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wG8ZrM6xuto/RkbpDReUGRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0j_BAkxeaDQ/s200/IMG_5247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063991073464129810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;igh, weighs in around 250 tons, and can be seen even as far as Macau on a clear day. The beautiful statue is located near Po Lin monastery, standing as a representation of the harmonious relationship between man and nature, people and religion.&lt;br /&gt;The final night (sigh) in Hong Kong was beautiful. We visited Victoria Peak, and got a beautiful nightview of the city (if you don't believe me, check the pictures). A very romantic spot, I can recommend this to all you lovers out there. But don't worry, the view provides enough beauty to enjoy even if you happen to go solo. Enough of the joking, though. As nice as the view and spot was, I couldn't stop the blues creeping up on me as I realised this is the last night of my grand journey. Enhancing the feeling was the fact that I had an amazing week in Hong Kong thanks to the wonderful guidance and company provided by Miss Tang.&lt;br /&gt;The following morning, as I was sitting on the airplane heading towards Japan, I felt bittersweet; on one hand I had an amazing three week trip, crowned by the last week in Hong Kong, and i felt satisfied by that, but on the other hand, it was very hard leaving Hong Kong after such a great week. It ain't easy.&lt;br /&gt;So, as I walked out of the Sapporo JR Station and looked at the sky, once again breathing the fresh Hokkaido air, I realized my journey had come to an end, and I was home. The first few days after an emotionally draining excursion like that are always the hardest. Slowly but surely, however, I recovered and got back into my homely routines. That was one good trip. I apologize once again for being too lazy to convert it into a blog in time, but here it is now. I take my hat off for anyone who actually reads this from the beginning to the end. Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. the picks are on my flickr site (www.bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com), just click on the Some Photos link on this page;) word to your mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31547353-117493297480576546?l=bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com/2007/03/asian-express.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Desmond)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wG8ZrM6xuto/Rkbn8BeUGPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JOLAGteOfaw/s72-c/IMG_4742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31547353.post-116965285222081195</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Jan 2007 14:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-24T17:34:12.260+02:00</atom:updated><title>Quarter of a Century</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3874/3405/1600/264277/IMG_3350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3874/3405/320/73190/IMG_3350.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;And I can honestly say, I've gotten quite far...Japan, to be more articulate. In 25 years on the face of the planet called Earth I've done quite a bit of this and that..Nothing too significant..Nothing revolutionary, just lived and, hopefully, learned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;     Einstein had written the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Annus Mirabilis Papers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; by the time he reached 25. Mozart composed his first great opera, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Idomeneo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;, when he was 25. If u want to talk about more trendy figures, Ernesto Guevara received his medical diploma in at the age of 25, after travelling through South and Central America on a motorcycle, after which he decided to become a revolutionary. By 25, Kafka already had received the title "Doctor of Law" in Charles University of Prague.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;    So, big up to historic figures. I've got one more report to finish before heading down South to see some beautiful places that I can maybe look back on someday and smile. It would be cool to live three more of these 25 year sets, that is, if the world is still an inhabitable and humane place to be.  Remember to drink plenty of water, and a little red wine too. Peace.&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/31547353-116965285222081195?l=bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com/2007/01/quarter-of-century.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Desmond)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31547353.post-116637055031470248</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Dec 2006 14:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-20T13:09:29.450+02:00</atom:updated><title>VERY X'MAS</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3874/3405/1600/133571/Veryxmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3874/3405/400/209065/Veryxmas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I did not make that up. The greeting "VERY X'MAS" can be seen in various places at Sapporo JR Station. The biggest canvas with "VERY X'MAS" on it is probably about 100 sq. meters by size. That might be the largest spelling error in the world. Literally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    So, I'll be spending my first x'mas away from home in a place where they can't even spell it right. Great. Luckily though, Sapporo's Christmas is actually very beautiful. There is a Munich Christmas market at Odori Koen, and the White Illumination veils the downtown in various beautiful colours, creating a very cosy, warm atmosphere. We're doing a "secret santa" thing here, surprising each other with some small gifts. It's nice to have some x'mas spirit, as we are far away from our families. I'm ok with it, but it would seem some of us might get a bit homesick around Christmas time. Having a Christmas party here at kaikan might be a nice way to cheer everybody up, but I haven't had energy to start organizing anything yet.. Our winter break begins next Friday, which is nice. That means I don't have to wake up at 8 o'clock every morning for two weeks. So Happy Holidays, people! I'm out like Total Gym and Texas Ranger. Peace.&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/31547353-116637055031470248?l=bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com/2006/12/very-xmas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Desmond)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31547353.post-116383833873718352</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Nov 2006 07:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-18T10:25:39.070+02:00</atom:updated><title>Kimonos and Bright Lights</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3874/3405/1600/IMG_2731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3874/3405/320/IMG_2731.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Yes, that's what's up. Yesterday was the beginning of the 26th Sapporo White Illumination, which means that Odori Park and some surrounding avenues and boulevards are light up with bright lights of various colours. It's quite nice, but I'll bet you 100yen it'll get even more beautiful once snow settles in Sapporo, which shouldn't take long, as the surrounding mountains are already partly covered in the white substance.&lt;br /&gt;   As winter approaches, the wind turns chilly, the rain becomes icy, and of course, the temperature goes down gradually. So what do you do to prepare for winter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Buy a thermos, maybe an electric blanket, a winter jacket, some warm, sturdy winter boots, and of course, a kimono. What? Yes, a kimono. You know, the traditional Japanese outfit they wear in all those old movies about samurais and geishas and such. Alright, I admit a kimono is not the best choice for winter clothing, but it was only 1575yen, which is basically almost free.&lt;br /&gt;   The story behind me buying a kimono, a men's kimono to be exact (women's are a bit different, and very colourful), is a short one, so bear with me. Today, a small group of us HUSTEP students went under the guidance of Tokita sensei, our Japanese culture and art history teacher, to a second-hand kimono store in Shi-Sapporo, the eastern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3874/3405/1600/IMG_2816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3874/3405/200/IMG_2816.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; part of the city. The shop was abounding with used kimonos, mostly for women, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; to the pleasant surprise of the male audience, there were some men's kimonos as well. Yvonne and Carole got themselves dressed up in some kimonos of their choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; by the shopkeepers (two very helpful and charming people by the way) and aft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;er a short while we boys followed example and got som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;e "manly" kimonos on. After finding out how cheap the used kimonos actually turned out to be, almost every one of us bought one. I know I will not be using the kimono very often, but it is a very nice, original memento from Japan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;    And that's about all I have to say about that. Take care people. Peace. Love. and stuff..&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/31547353-116383833873718352?l=bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com/2006/11/kimonos-and-bright-lights.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Desmond)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31547353.post-116273220463332836</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Nov 2006 11:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-05T15:10:04.716+02:00</atom:updated><title>Aki</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3874/3405/1600/IMG_2623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3874/3405/200/IMG_2623.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Japan's short autumn, ablaze in colour, is coming to an end. Luckily I was able to capture a few shades of its magnificent pallette before the leaves were swept away by the cool Hokkaido winds. Sopo sensei was right. As nice as Finnish autumn is, it cannot compete with its Japanese counterpart. The only downside to the autumn here is that it is relatively short, as the leaves drop rather soon after having changed colour. But if you're lucky enough to be in Japan (or some other country with a stunning, supercolourful and fresh autumn), you're bound to be impressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;    Hokkaido's autumn attracts tourists from all over Japan, coming to see the Botanical Garden, the Hokudai campus, Odori Park, as well as the surrounding mountains and towns. The university campus is famous for its various attractions, such as the Gingko Avenue, the Poplar Avenue and the Central Lawn. Nearby mountains, such as Moiwa and Maruyama are also on the must-see-and-do list of almost everyone, locals included. On the winding paths of the mountains, one can witness a cross section of the Japanese people, an indication of the popularity and the obvious value of the locations. One trip also worth making is to Otaru, a small port town near Sapporo, which is easily accessible by bus or train. Otaru is well-known for it's glass products, as well as old warehouses which now serve as facilities for restaurants and shoppes. Arguably the most beautiful attraction, however, is Ungadori, a small, stone paved river, serving as a backdrop for various activities and festivals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;    Having indeed witnessed and experienced all the abovementioned locales and sights, I can without hesitation recommend a trip to Hokkaido, Japan, for anyone interested in experiencing Mother Nature in one of her most beautiful forms. With this, I rest my case and say peace. &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/31547353-116273220463332836?l=bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com/2006/11/aki.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Desmond)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31547353.post-116149140271342128</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Oct 2006 03:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-22T07:30:02.936+03:00</atom:updated><title>It's cool</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3874/3405/1600/IMG_2041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3874/3405/400/IMG_2041.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;As november is approaching, nature is beginning to display a magnificent palette of shades of red, yellow and orange. Autumn colours take over the city and the surrounding mountains peacefully. The ever-fresh Hokkaido air begins to cool down slowly, people begin to turn on the heaters and wearing more mufflers and layers when going out. As we are living the last days of october, daytime celsius is approaching ten degrees. Some nights it's quite cool, maybe about 2°C. Why am I talking about degrees and such, it's not even wintertime yet. Well, it just so happens that due to Hokkaido University's strict budget on energy expences, the heating in the campus area, and in the surrounding dormitories, doesn't get turned on until the beginning of November, which means that as I am sitting here in the common room of Ryogakusei-kaikan, typing this blog with my cold hands, the temperature in here is about 13°C. For silly people who speak in Fahrenheit, 13°c means 55.4 degrees Fahrenheit. So, I decided to write this blog in order to keep me warm, but now I feel I have failed. In effect I feel cold. I noticed this as soon as I had finished the hot cup of caffe latte. Perhaps next time I'll bring a whole thermos with me. What a warming thought...If I keep thinking this way, I might get warm soon. Right? Right... Maybe I'll go do something smarter than this. A complete waste of time this was. Half an hour of sitting and writing while trying to maximize my brain activity to produce more articulate sentences, and all I end up with is a cold and a bad blog. The latter of the two is by no means unusual, I tend to write bs a lot, but the former one is something I'm not interested in experiencing. So, on that note, I had better go and do something preventive as far as the cold is concerned, the bad writing is something I can do little about. Remember to dress up warm. I'm out like Tony Danza. Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31547353-116149140271342128?l=bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-cool.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Desmond)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31547353.post-116054143130231716</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Oct 2006 03:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-11T07:37:11.636+03:00</atom:updated><title>Xylitol</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;This blog is going to be weird. For aperitif, here's some wisdom provided by Wikipedia. "Xylitol, also called wood sugar or birch sugar, is a five-carbon sugar alcohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; that is used as a sugar substitute." As we Finns know, it is extracted from birch. The thing we use in many mints, chewing gums, and even candy. But here's some information to which I personally was not privy; it can also be extracted from "raspberries, plums, and corn and is primarily produced in China". Nice. But that's not the reason why I wanted to write to you about Xylitol. Did you know:"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;In Japan and South Korea, xylitol is found in wide assortment of chewing gums." Why would I mention this then, you wonder? The answer, suprisingly enough, is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; Japan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;    In ryugakusei-kaikan, we have a lot of nationalities. Perhaps the largest group is the Koreans, the South Koreans, to be exact. In the past couple of weeks I've gotten to know a few of them. Koreans seem to be (and I believe they truly are) very friendly and helpful people. The funny thing is, every time I've met a new Korean person, something quite bizarre happens. As we all know, the almost obligatory procedure of getting to know someone of another nationality or cultural background is to ask certain questions pertaining to their place and time of birth. We do this for various reasons, of course; sometimes it's genuine interest towards the other person, sometimes it's just casual, even trivial conversation. In any case...During this procedure of getting to know each other, every time I've said I'm from Finland, the Korean person says something that to me sounds like "Chai Little", followed by "Huba! Huba!" Luckily, after a few moments of quiet reflecting, I was somehow able to retrieve the word "Xylitol" from some dimension of my amazingly erratic stream of thought, and so I learned that in South Korea, Xylitol was a Big product. And that was probably the only thing they knew Finland for. Cute. But what was still bothering me was that I had no idea whatsoever what on earth the phrase "Huba! Huba!" might mean. But then, I stumbled upon this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uvyoqZvoofY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uvyoqZvoofY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Hyvä! Hyvä!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31547353-116054143130231716?l=bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com/2006/10/xylitol.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Desmond)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31547353.post-116003970253979564</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Oct 2006 08:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-05T12:15:02.570+03:00</atom:updated><title>Sunset in the Land of the Rising Sun</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3874/3405/1600/IMG_1473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3874/3405/320/IMG_1473.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I have been in here for two weeks now. Still having trouble adapting to the early dusk and dawn here.. The sun rises at about six ante meridiem and goes down about twelve hours later. It's quite warm here too, considering it's October 5th.. I wonder when will autumn arrive here?And how about winter? I wonder... But while it's warm I'm going to take full advantage of it. I've been walking around town almost every day since I've been here, snapping pictures. Just like the Japanese tourists do everywhere. The big flick payback? No, I just like taking photos. A lot. The difference between me and the Japanese is basically that I shoot things, buildings and places, not people who have their "V" up.. Not that there's anything wrong with that habit. It's actually sort of cute. And I'm not just being PC. Cute seems to be a common denominator, at least in the modern Japanese culture. But that might be the subject of another weblog later on.. So on that note, I'm out. But need not worry, I'll be back soon with more rambling. Peace.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;rambling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; ADJECTIVE : 1.(of writing or speech) lengthy and confused or incosequential.2.(of a person) traveling from place to place; wandering.&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/31547353-116003970253979564?l=bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com/2006/10/sunset-in-land-of-rising-sun.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Desmond)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31547353.post-115949467123858137</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Sep 2006 01:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-29T04:51:11.390+03:00</atom:updated><title>Konnichiwa!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I have make good foto in Sapporo! Hi five! You look, please. (--&gt;Some photos)&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/31547353-115949467123858137?l=bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com/2006/09/konnichiwa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Desmond)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31547353.post-115927508024944795</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Sep 2006 12:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-26T15:53:32.950+03:00</atom:updated><title>Is this it?</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3874/3405/1600/IMG_1213.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3874/3405/200/IMG_1213.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Indeed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;t is. The first official insert to my weblog. So, here I am, in Japan. It only took about 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;8 hours onboard three airplanes, and about 9 hours killing time at 4 different airports..Now I've been here for four days, amidst these small, busy, and overly polite peop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;le.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;On Thursday the 21st, I landed on Japanese soil for the first time. It was around 15.00 hours. The view was amazing, to say the least; the last 30 or so minut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;es of the flight, all I saw was tall, forested mountains with cities and fields scattered here and ther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;e. After a courteous security check, me and a few other fellow HUSTEP students were received by four Hokkaido University Students, who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;were holding up "Welcome to Hokkaido University" -signs. Cute. The boy in charge of this small welcoming committee asked me if I could speak Japanese, to which I responded: "Sukoshi dake. Yukkuri hanashite kudasai." While waiting for other HUSTEP students whose flight was to arrive shortly, we had a half-English, half-Japanese conversation and got to know each other a little better. I realised that I had almost completely forgotten my vocabulary, and pretty much all of my grammar as well. Frustration. I've got a lot of studying to do. It's cool though, it's about time anyway.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Having b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;een here for four days now, I've gotten the first taste of Sapporo. The city is a very dynamic one, indeed. Once you get to the downtown area, from the JR Sapporo station southwards, the streets get very busy. People rushing everywhere, massive, colourful screens playing cartoonlike advertisements, loudspeakers blasting high-pitched Japanese female voices, and toylike cars driving to and fro. The city skyline is beautiful as one can see mountains in almost every direction in the background. And, comparing to many other big cities, Sapporo is very clean, and the air is nice and fresh. The only thing that might take a while to get used to is the omnipresent kanjis, hiraganas and katakanas. The only places you might see roomaji, the European writing system, is on street signs, and maybe the airport.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3874/3405/1600/IMG_1265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3874/3405/200/IMG_1265.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;efore I leave, though, I've got to tell you about the food. It's very good. Noodles and s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;ushi are dominating the restaurant scene, but almost every type of cuisine is repres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;ented here, and restaurants are every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;where, and easy to find too, since Sapporo is built on a grid system. And most of the restaurants, even in the heart of the city, are quite inexpesive. For 4€ to 6€, you can get a healthy, tasty meal. Raamen Rocks. I'm out. Doomo arigatoo gozaimashita.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31547353-115927508024944795?l=bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com/2006/09/is-this-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Desmond)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31547353.post-115819270024372556</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Sep 2006 22:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-14T03:11:40.396+03:00</atom:updated><title>The Excellent Exile</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3874/3405/1600/IMG_0368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3874/3405/400/IMG_0368.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;This is it...a significant tranisitional phase; travelling, if you will. On Wednesday morning, 13th September, I realized the very instant I woke up that this day I would leave Oulu. The cloudy, gray weather served as a perfect background for a somewhat melancholic departure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;    Of course I'm dramatising. But I do admit the trip brought about a somewhat bittersweet feeling on this pale Wednesday morning. On one hand I'm excited to get far, far away from this boring city, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Paskakaupunni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;, and on the other..leaving the place I have inhabited for about 22 years feels strange, even awkward, perhaps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;    Thankfully all my friends are malfunctional, retarded or otherwise just annoying, so I won't be missing them that much. I kid :D Some of them might come and visit me in Sapporo, if they win the lottery..Poor bastards. Don't be so uptight, it was a joke. (But the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; bastards)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;    Halfway to Turku, the hint of sadness clouding my mind in the morning hours had faded away as I watched the monotonous rural landscape passing by the train window. It once again dawned on me that this was indeed a wise move; to go see some other scenery. To go see some other culture. For almost an entire year. The thing is, when I get back (of course, I'm only referring to Oulu) it is very probable that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; has changed, except for some bar some Seppo might have decide to erect. He does that a lot, you know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;    So this is it, then. The biggest trip of my life has just begun, and I don't mean TKU or HKI, I've been to these places before. And I'm not talking about drugs, either. Or am I? Maybe I'll just travel to Sapporo by my..dragonfly, while I'm at it I might just kiss the sky.. Don't believe everything you read. But to conclude on a more serious note: Desmond is coming soon to a Sapporo near you. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;...whutt....?&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/31547353-115819270024372556?l=bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com/2006/09/excellent-exile.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Desmond)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31547353.post-115712535861832300</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Sep 2006 14:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-01T18:42:38.753+03:00</atom:updated><title>Where's the afterparty?</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3874/3405/1600/IMG_3438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3874/3405/200/IMG_3438.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Well, not at my place, that's for sure. I am once again living at my parents house. Thankfully, I'll only be hanging about for a week or so. Then I'll be off to Turku and Helsinki, and finally to Sapporo. It's actually nice to be here in Karjasilta. It's amazingly quiet here, no drunken people making noise in the middle of the night or trucks driving by every minute..When I get back from Japan, I'll definitely consider orther less noisy options than Hallituskatu. Don't get me wrong, it's a good location; in the middle of the city, not too far away from anywhere.  And you get used to the almost constant noise creeping through your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3874/3405/1600/IMG_0423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3874/3405/200/IMG_0423.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; windows. But sometimes it can really get to you. You come from work and go to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; because you have to wake up early in the morning for skool, and some idiot wakes you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; up at 4am by screaming and shouting in the street.. Karjasilta is nice and quiet. Maybe I should move here permanently. My mom doing my laundry and cooking me food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; every day, no rent...easy living. Just kidding, stupid. In a few weeks my address will be a few thousand km:s eastwards. Funny business? No, I'll be a good boy. Promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31547353-115712535861832300?l=bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com/2006/09/wheres-afterparty.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Desmond)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31547353.post-115568357129830914</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Aug 2006 22:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-16T02:17:50.143+03:00</atom:updated><title>Don't Sweat the Technique</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3874/3405/1600/Photo%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3874/3405/320/Photo%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Celebration!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The endless frames that were painted for Magyar Posse's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whirlpool of Terror and Tension&lt;/span&gt; were not created in vain as the video was accepted to compete at the Oulu Music Video Festival (&lt;a href="http://omvf.net"&gt;www.omvf.net&lt;/a&gt;) which takes between the 6th and 10th of September.. We would have been disappointed to say the least had the video not been accepted to the competition. Lauri ( the guy on the right side of the picture ) is the Art Director of Las Palmas Films. He's worked his ass off doing this project for the past few weeks so hopefully the video is well received by the audience, as well as the jury of course. Me and the other two Lauri's (Betonfoot and Oktopus) have black ink stained fingers as a reminder of a few weeks of animating the old fashioned way. Hundreds of frames. Bloody frames. The word alone gives me shivers now. I'm exaggerating, of course. It's been exhausting at times, but the more you work for a project, the more you can appreciate the final product. But this is no mere product; it's a work of art. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I've got a translation project on my hands which I should get done in two weeks. The subject matter of this particular translation project is not exactly my cup of tea, but I welcome the challenge. Like animation, translation is a technique sport. So don't sweat it.  I got it covered. Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31547353-115568357129830914?l=bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com/2006/08/dont-sweat-technique.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Desmond)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31547353.post-115540094217166787</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Aug 2006 16:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-12T19:42:22.173+03:00</atom:updated><title>Work hard, Play hard.</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3874/3405/1600/IMG_0716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3874/3405/320/IMG_0716.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;two&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31547353-115540094217166787?l=bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com/2006/08/work-hard-play-hard.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Desmond)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31547353.post-115498340626743637</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Aug 2006 19:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-12T19:16:17.890+03:00</atom:updated><title>Inanimate</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3874/3405/1600/IMG_0653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3874/3405/200/IMG_0653.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;How does inanimate become animate? How does animate become inanimate? Simple. Take a bunch of people (animators), make them draw an unfathomable amount of inanimate pictures (frames) in order to create animation, and in the process, watch them slowly become inanimate themselves as the enormous workload sucks all lifeforce out of them. Sounds pretty dramatic, huh?  Über dramatic. Animation isn't like that at all, except when the deadline is approaching. I've been helping out a friend of mine who's working on an animation project, a music video, to be exact. It's fun in the beginning, but when you paint 100 or more frames of the same scene it gets a bit tiresome. And this is just a small animation project.. I take my hat off to all animators. Keep on animating. U rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;animate&lt;/span&gt; VERB 1. to give life to or cause to come alive. 2. to make lively; enliven. 3.to encourage or inspire. 4. to impart motion to; move to action or work. 5. to record on film or videotape so as to give movement to: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;an animated cartoon.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;ADJECTIVE 6. being alive or having life.7. gay, spirited, or lively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inanimate&lt;/span&gt; ADJECTIVE 1. lacking the qualities or features of living beings;  not animate: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inanimate objects&lt;/span&gt;.2. lacking any sign of life or consciousness; appearing dead.3. lacking vitality; spiritless; dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/31547353-115498340626743637?l=bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com/2006/08/inanimate.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Desmond)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31547353.post-115470281967215468</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Aug 2006 13:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-04T17:47:00.256+03:00</atom:updated><title>Travel Jones</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3874/3405/1600/skiggeby%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3874/3405/200/skiggeby%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning a letter dropped through my mailslot, or what ever you like to call it. The time was around 09.30. My head was still a bit heavy after a good night of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alcool&lt;/span&gt; consuming, but I was able to make out the label on the letter: "Kilroy Travels". At that point, I had a pretty good idea of the content of the letter. Indeed, a few moments later I was holding in my hands a pair of tickets, or rather a wad of tickets with all kinds of strange markings and numbers and codes and such.  I was able to decipher some of the numbers and words to reach the conclusion that these tickets would get me on the right flight to Sapporo. Nice. The travel fever is finally starting to kick in as I'm looking at the tickets. Concerete evidence of my forthcoming exile...Yes, you could say I'm eager to leave this place called Oulu. It's nothing dramatic, just ultimate boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exile &lt;/span&gt;NOUN 1. a prolonged, usually enforced absence from one's home or country; banishment.&lt;br /&gt;2. the expulsion of a person from his native land by official decree. 3. a person banished or living away from his home or country; expatriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boredom &lt;/span&gt;NOUN the state of being bored; tedium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you dig it?&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/31547353-115470281967215468?l=bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com/2006/08/travel-jones.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Desmond)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31547353.post-115410467260666416</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Jul 2006 15:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-28T19:37:52.606+03:00</atom:updated><title>Arty-farty</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3874/3405/1600/IMG_0590.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3874/3405/400/IMG_0590.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;rty-farty. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;art &lt;/span&gt;NOUN 1. the creation of works of beauty or other special significance. 2. the excercise of human skill ( as distinguished from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nature&lt;/span&gt;). 3. imaginative skill as applied to representations of the natural world or figments of the imagination. Got it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;arty-farty&lt;/span&gt; ADJECTIVE &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;informal&lt;/span&gt; artistic in a pretentious way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a completely different note, I booked a flight to Sapporo today.. It's pretty much official now. I'm really going to Japan. Sweet ( in the words of E. Cartman). Travel fever hasn't kicked in yet, but it'll come as soon as I start packing up my things at my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CRIB&lt;/span&gt;. Fo' shizzle. Day by day the idea of me leaving this town is becoming more and more concrete, and I have to admit it feels quite good. I'm thinking about the trip a lot, obviously. Wondering what it'll be like to meet the other exchange students for the first time, getting to know the school and the city, travelling within Japan.. Great expectations.. Just kidding. Obviously I do have some cautious expectations, but basically I'm just going there with an open mind. The experience will be great anyway; the greatest adventure of my life so far. Hope everything goes well (knock on wood).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah nein, I have to go to work in a bit. Enough with this scribbling. Catch you later. Peace.&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/31547353-115410467260666416?l=bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com/2006/07/arty-farty_28.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Desmond)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31547353.post-115378775353656838</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Jul 2006 00:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-25T03:35:53.543+03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3874/3405/1600/IMG_0516.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3874/3405/200/IMG_0516.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Working  a day shift, having a three, no, four hour break and then going back to do another couple of hours...Yes, fatigue is the word of the day. A warm day today in Oulu, Finland. Perhaps the summer isn't quite over yet. But lets keep our fingers crossed just in case..&lt;br /&gt;By the way, this is the view from the Oulu marketplace 'torinranta', towards the sea..which you can't actually see because of the small islands in the way. A nice picture, though. Now to bed. Thank you and good nite.&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/31547353-115378775353656838?l=bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com/2006/07/working-day-shift-having-three-no-four.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Desmond)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31547353.post-115368593519576284</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Jul 2006 20:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-23T23:18:55.203+03:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3874/3405/1600/IMG_0377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3874/3405/320/IMG_0377.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/31547353-115368593519576284?l=bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Desmond)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31547353.post-115368076365840684</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Jul 2006 18:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-23T21:52:43.670+03:00</atom:updated><title>Word Up</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blog &lt;/span&gt;NOUN &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Informal &lt;/span&gt;short for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weblog&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&gt;'blogger&lt;/span&gt; NOUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My first weblog, and I have nothing to say. Oh, except it's raining in Oulu.. Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/31547353-115368076365840684?l=bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bloggingdesmond.blogspot.com/2006/07/word-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Desmond)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>