<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:47:28.067+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinoko no Mama</title><subtitle type='html'>Quote of the something: "Every time you ignore a stalker, God eats another bagel."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>279</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-112554225695742169</id><published>2005-09-01T12:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T12:37:36.963+10:00</updated><title type='text'>When you're lost out there and you're all alone</title><summary type='text'>Oh, the tables, how they do turn.This entry is just to let you know that I've updated my LJ with all the entries I've been writing at home. They're much more informative, and far less annoying than these blog posts, because I write them at home when my brain is working, not at work when I'm bored and I want attention.Now, none of you have any excuses for not reading and commenting. NONE! Apart </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112554225695742169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112554225695742169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112554225695742169' title='When you&apos;re lost out there and you&apos;re all alone'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-112547112852073756</id><published>2005-08-31T16:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T16:52:08.526+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I really feel like a muffin.I have to say, it's a really good thing the combini isn't on my way home from work. Good for health and money anyway, bad for my Wanting a Muffin.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112547112852073756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112547112852073756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112547112852073756' title=''/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-112546882233476363</id><published>2005-08-31T16:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T16:13:42.340+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No, I'm not gonna post them all like I do with PBF, but this is as good a reason as any to start reading Toothpaste for Dinner:http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/083005/basic-electronics-symbols.gif</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112546882233476363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112546882233476363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112546882233476363' title=''/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-112546429684519802</id><published>2005-08-31T14:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T14:58:16.900+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Jugemu jugemu</title><summary type='text'>Well, apparently it doesnt take much for me to get bored. The school assembly where I have to make a speech is tomorrow, as well as school starting in general. My first classes are on Monday and I havent finished my preparation at ALL, and yet I'm sitting here thinking, `What other webpage can I look at?`.I had my first ever class yesterday, my adult conversation class at the yakuba (town hall). </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112546429684519802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112546429684519802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112546429684519802' title='Jugemu jugemu'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-112538508922018440</id><published>2005-08-30T16:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T16:58:09.226+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Check this shit out!http://www.lasa-r.co.jp/stage/kochikame/kochikame_cast.htmlI havent got time to tag it all, but... wow, the Japanese ROCK!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112538508922018440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112538508922018440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112538508922018440' title=''/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-112528091940762465</id><published>2005-08-29T11:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T12:01:59.470+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Alo</title><summary type='text'>As a result of my trip to Shizuoka-shi on the weekend, I am now the proud owner of:A new Vodaphone mobile phone. A 902T 3G phone if I remember correctly. Snazzy!A metallic light blue coloured GBA SP (Its pretty!)GBA game, `Sennen Kazoku` or `Thousand Year Family`GC game, Zelda - Kaze no Takuto / WindWakerGC game, Baten KaitosGiftpia official guide book - truly a thing of beautySurprise book </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112528091940762465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112528091940762465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112528091940762465' title='Alo'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-112503799368332464</id><published>2005-08-26T16:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T16:45:18.323+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh yeah (going for most posts in one day), heres a flash file of the cat filmclip I was talking about.http://blogs.yahoo.co.jp/bunniler/7048697.html?p=4&amp;pm=lI havent figured out how to get the flash file on its own yet, but I have half an hour to figure it out before I head home.EDIT: Found it! http://61.197.151.26/20050826847519/omote/img200410/2004100902.swf</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112503799368332464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112503799368332464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112503799368332464' title=''/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-112503324458330150</id><published>2005-08-26T15:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T16:04:25.433+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know, its probably my millionth post her in recent times. I have nothing else to do right now so give me a break while I deal with my boredom :)Perry Bible is my saviour right now. Just wanted to say that.These next two are especially for PaulFor some reason, I wasnt gonna include this one until I had to go back and read it again, it seemed so funny. I think my funny bone just had a 3 second </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112503324458330150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112503324458330150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112503324458330150' title=''/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-112503155311758039</id><published>2005-08-26T14:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T14:45:53.123+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Takayoshi Sato - I think I love him. Suddenly I want to play the Silent Hill games. Its so nice to know there are still people within the game industry that have a good attitude about gaming.I had a couple of students come in before. Theyre studying for hard entrance exams (one in Yamanashi, one going for a Tokyo uni... Im not sure if its THE TokyoDai or not, but its still impressive). I said </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112503155311758039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112503155311758039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112503155311758039' title=''/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-112502539210949863</id><published>2005-08-26T13:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T13:03:12.113+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, see this?http://tokyopia.com/tk/archives/000224.phpI want the one on the far right with all the cool retro colours. Im announcing it because if anyone sees one for sale in an online shop, or even ebay, please let me know! I dont think I have much chance of seeing one in a shop over here without scouring the country, which isnt financially feasable.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112502539210949863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112502539210949863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112502539210949863' title=''/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-112501887925002566</id><published>2005-08-26T10:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T11:14:39.266+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Anata no watashi no Pocky</title><summary type='text'>Have I mentioned that the butterflies here are like birds? Theyre like freaking BIRDS!One just flew into the room (bugs use this room as a pit stop). It was by no means an unusual butterfly here, and it was the size of my hand. Their wings have a thick and furry look to them, and theyre typically black and velvetty. I question whether anywhere else in the world could produce better looking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112501887925002566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112501887925002566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112501887925002566' title='Anata no watashi no Pocky'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-112494524804404192</id><published>2005-08-25T14:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T14:47:28.050+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray for typhoon #11!</title><summary type='text'>The sky is doing some scary shit now. There was just some loud warning broadcast over the whole town, I didnt hear what it said apart from `watch out`. I dont know, a couple of other teachers are still hanging out in the staff room so I dont wanna go if they dont. Still, they probably have cars, I have to get home on foot. In good pants! Luckily I did bring an umbrella, and its not actually </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112494524804404192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112494524804404192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112494524804404192' title='Hooray for typhoon #11!'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-112493945756240250</id><published>2005-08-25T13:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T13:10:57.570+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, Masaaki-sensei (one of the English teachers) just came in and told me he and a lot of other teachers are leaving (its lunchtime) to avoid the typhoon. Er... should I leave? He looked out the window and said Im probably good for another couple of hours but I should go and talk to the vice principal. Im gonna pack up and do that now... it still looks fine outside to me but these guys know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112493945756240250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112493945756240250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112493945756240250' title=''/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-112493211847717597</id><published>2005-08-25T10:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T11:08:38.543+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasurenaide anata yori mo taisetsu na mono wa nai</title><summary type='text'>What a trooper I am. One of the few people at work today. Of course, I`m only here because I dont want to use up any holidays.Actually, Im happy with the typhoon so far. Its only just starting to touch the mainland so there arent any real effects yet, except that theweather has cooled down significantly, theres a breeze, and the cicadas arent quite going as insane as they usually do. The wind </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112493211847717597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112493211847717597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112493211847717597' title='Wasurenaide anata yori mo taisetsu na mono wa nai'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-112486660803991765</id><published>2005-08-24T16:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T16:56:48.046+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>15 minutes left before I get to go home. Id look forward to coming in tomorow, through the howling rain and wind, possibly getting sick and feverish from being drenched to the bone, if I thought there would be any emails or correspondance for me. But alas, there will surely be none.Im gonna give your presents to beggars and poor children if you guys dont start bloody talking to me ;.; Shawn is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112486660803991765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112486660803991765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112486660803991765' title=''/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-112485967763363235</id><published>2005-08-24T15:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T15:01:17.640+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh yeah, and this: http://www.google.com/talk/  ... might be worth a look.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112485967763363235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112485967763363235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112485967763363235' title=''/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-112485897649235308</id><published>2005-08-24T14:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T14:49:36.496+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This typhoon is starting to sound interesting. Apparently, every teacher Ive talked to isnt coming tomorrow because of it. Does that mean I should stay home? Not if I have to take nenkyuu, thats for sure. Im not wasting my nenkyuu because of a bit of wind and rain. Ill ask my supervisor but Im fairly sure thats what the deal will be. I guess Im spending my first typhoon at school. Perhaps I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112485897649235308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112485897649235308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112485897649235308' title=''/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-112484438516854305</id><published>2005-08-24T10:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T10:46:25.176+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasurenaide okane yori mo taisetsu na mono ga aru</title><summary type='text'>Apparently I have a typhoon to look forward to in the next couple of days. I think it`s supposed to hit tomorrow. Hooray.It certainly has cooled things down somewhat. I`m actually occasionally turning my fan off in the morning or during the night (still waking up at least several times...). Still, people are saying `atsui desu neeee`. Its not! My god, get over it people. Its still rather humid, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112484438516854305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112484438516854305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112484438516854305' title='Wasurenaide okane yori mo taisetsu na mono ga aru'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-112477734320180020</id><published>2005-08-23T15:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T16:09:03.273+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hajimete no chuu</title><summary type='text'>So so bored.I think I found the USB ports on this laptop (hidden at the back) so Ill bring my USB drive in tomorrow and see.Yamauchi-sensei just came in and introduced herself. Now, Ive met all the english teachers here. She said she`s been sick for like a month, and when I asked if she was gonna be my supervisor from now on, she mentioned that she would be if she was well enough to come to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112477734320180020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112477734320180020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112477734320180020' title='Hajimete no chuu'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-112467325112779235</id><published>2005-08-22T10:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T11:14:11.136+10:00</updated><title type='text'>With what youre going through</title><summary type='text'>Update: Because I ended up being able to remember what colour cubes we already had, I did indeed buy orange, which looks fantastic in my apartment. Of course, it could just be my elation at finally having a GameCube again. I ended up getting Doubutsu no Mori (yes, Animal Crossing) e+ which is loads of fun. It comes with an e reader (no GBA yet but itll come in handy eventually), a bunch of cards </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112467325112779235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112467325112779235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112467325112779235' title='With what youre going through'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-112451172895178107</id><published>2005-08-20T14:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T14:22:08.960+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Too hungry to think of a song line to put here</title><summary type='text'>Im in Hamamatsu city right now, using free internet in some place or other. I dont know what it is, but theres free internet so Im using it. Still a dumb old Japanese keyboard so expect minimal punctuation.Today I discovered my purpose in Japan. My reason for being (here). TOYSTORES.I spent about an hour looking for games (oh my god, theres TOO much Harvest Moon here). Then I hit the toy section.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112451172895178107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112451172895178107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112451172895178107' title='Too hungry to think of a song line to put here'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-112442819829914248</id><published>2005-08-19T15:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T15:09:58.306+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ikiteiru kara</title><summary type='text'>Here are my symptoms:I cant sleep for more than an hour at a time (I literally wake up every single hour and go essentially back to sleep).I pee a lot during the night (seemingly unconnected with my waking up), at least moreso than I think I should be for what Im drinking.I wake up -really- hungry in the mornings despite having eaten plenty the night before.Yesterday I had this weird, sudden, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112442819829914248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112442819829914248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112442819829914248' title='Ikiteiru kara'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-112433864498364350</id><published>2005-08-18T13:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T14:17:25.020+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Asoko wa Kameari</title><summary type='text'>Im not so grumpy today, and I redid my budget. Looks like Ill be saving about half of what I had originally thought, but its still a lot so I wont complain TOO much.Im not going out tonight because Ishizuka-sensei has come in today with one of those face masks, and has a fever and all that. Honestly, Id be at home, but the Japanese love their `gaman`ing (putting up with shit, basically).I guess I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112433864498364350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112433864498364350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112433864498364350' title='Asoko wa Kameari'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-112425908428585437</id><published>2005-08-17T15:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T16:11:24.320+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Everywhere you go, everything you do</title><summary type='text'>Im having `one of those days` today. I wont go into detail, but stuff in general is just pissing me off. The bloody JET program should be called Lies and Sugarcoating Inc. with the slogan `Dont say we didnt tell you so because were not listening, lalalalala`. Im gonna let my successor have ALL the relevant info when the time comes.Basically, I got an email from my PA (Prefectural Advisor) today </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112425908428585437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112425908428585437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112425908428585437' title='Everywhere you go, everything you do'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-112417079412177612</id><published>2005-08-16T15:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T15:44:51.590+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Maya-hii</title><summary type='text'>Oh, just a little thing I found amusing. I assume you all know that clip of the guy through a webcam, singing and dancing to that European song? I cant remember what it was called, but it was hilarious. That song is the big thing in Japan right now. The single is outside all the CD shops, with these little hand-drawn cats on the cover. Theyve made a filmclip for it basically taking Japanese </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112417079412177612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112417079412177612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112417079412177612' title='Maya-hii'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-112416604844375878</id><published>2005-08-16T14:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T14:20:48.453+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ebi da yo da yo ebi da yo</title><summary type='text'>Hurrah, I have the internet again! Its such a rare occasion. It was down all yesterday so I had to wait extra long for this one.If youre wondering why I havent been contacting you all, please er, have patience. I cant sit at work all day emailing and I have to pretty much be ready to pack it in at any moment. I dont want to get caught messing about when I should be finding something work related </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112416604844375878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112416604844375878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112416604844375878' title='Ebi da yo da yo ebi da yo'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-112348227737880852</id><published>2005-08-08T16:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T16:24:37.386+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby bam bam bam &lt;- I hate this song! Its everywhere &gt;=&lt;</title><summary type='text'>I wrote a big post last night on my home laptop but you wont read it for weeks, most likely. Ill summarise.Im settling in pretty nicely now, I think. Last weekend I went to Fukuroi to see the firework festival which was a lot of fun. I got to hang out with a lot of other gaijin and stayed over a guys house in Kakegawa with another girl from Hamamatsu. I cleaned my house when I got back... a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112348227737880852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112348227737880852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112348227737880852' title='Baby bam bam bam &lt;- I hate this song! Its everywhere &gt;=&lt;'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-112321500493277792</id><published>2005-08-05T13:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T14:10:04.970+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaze makase</title><summary type='text'>Just a note to let people know Im here. Im using the net at school, I dont have my own yet. I dont even have a phone line yet so.... communication is non existant. Im also having trouble using this Japanese keyboard so excuse my lack of punctuation.Very lonely, but Ive been talking to people on the net today and thats made me feel a lot better. Actually managed to catch Bill in a chat room which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112321500493277792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112321500493277792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112321500493277792' title='Kaze makase'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-112268125476069284</id><published>2005-07-30T09:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T09:54:14.766+10:00</updated><title type='text'>If I was...</title><summary type='text'>Leaving tomorrow! I might not have the net for awhile but remember that there's a whole bunch of people out there I love and you know if you're one of them.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112268125476069284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112268125476069284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112268125476069284' title='If I was...'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-112255928033384454</id><published>2005-07-28T23:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T00:01:20.340+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's officially Friday, I have 2 days to go... not enough time to prepare fully.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112255928033384454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112255928033384454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112255928033384454' title=''/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-112235620371892447</id><published>2005-07-26T15:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T15:36:43.726+10:00</updated><title type='text'>In a wink</title><summary type='text'>I'm going to do something I haven't done in a very long time, I suspect - hold my tongue.My predecessor and I were going good for awhile until we started to sort the payment out. She gave me her details, I took them to the bank and was told they weren't good enough so I came back, got what I thought I needed, and paid another visit to the bank and was told yet again, not enough info. I had to get</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112235620371892447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112235620371892447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112235620371892447' title='In a wink'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-112130977219346115</id><published>2005-07-14T12:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T12:56:12.200+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Get back, tic tac</title><summary type='text'>If I actually believed in "Fate" and "Destiny", which I don't, I would be convinced that the JET program/Japan is solid proof of that belief.Not only are 3 of my close friends, Bill, Levi and Elaina going on the program this year too, as well as Zadie coming along on a scholarship, as well as several of THEIR friends also going to Japan either on the JET program or with some other group, I've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112130977219346115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112130977219346115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112130977219346115' title='Get back, tic tac'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-112113342737043593</id><published>2005-07-12T11:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T11:57:07.386+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Neal's gone away to Melbourne bloody Melbourne for a couple of days so I'm on my own for a bit. I figured I'd use this as a good way of getting used to being on my own, even though I have the cat and I'm still in the same environment. Baby steps, I guess.I'm starting to get pretty depressed about leaving at this stage, and the worst of it is that I'm no longer thinking about what I'm leaving </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112113342737043593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112113342737043593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112113342737043593' title=''/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-112070056076769094</id><published>2005-07-07T11:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T20:20:25.056+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Mono sugoi shougeki ga hashitta</title><summary type='text'>This morning, I had a dream that Neal and I were driving along and this annoying guy was trying to get our attention. We drove off and suddenly, like a transformer, he curled himself around into a wheel shape (lik you might expect in a Warner Bros. cartoon) and ZOOMED after us! He sped up and he kept up. Finally, just like in a fucking movie, a train crossed our path and unfortunately, we were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112070056076769094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112070056076769094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112070056076769094' title='Mono sugoi shougeki ga hashitta'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-112014778855777996</id><published>2005-07-01T02:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T02:09:48.563+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hashita mawatta</title><summary type='text'>ARGH! I'd been having an absolute baffling scripting problem with my game lately and just solved it, thanks to someone telling me the functions I was using... well, you don't care, but it works now! I also finished all my walkable areas AND walk-behinds for town #1 now. Next step is to get all the doors working, then pop the people everywhere and ... there are still a lot of steps, but I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112014778855777996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112014778855777996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112014778855777996' title='Hashita mawatta'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-112002318829650597</id><published>2005-06-29T15:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T15:33:08.303+10:00</updated><title type='text'>How many people here like the sound of rock and roll music?</title><summary type='text'>I have a laptop! It's a Compaq Presario M2045AP. Wahaha, I even know the name by heart now. I feel super professional. I think I should just walk around with it strapped to my neck all day, typing.I'm having an argument (a friendly one, because we true lovers of rock and roll don't have any hatred toward each other) with some people over whether the Kiss version of 'God Gave Rock N' Roll To You' </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112002318829650597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/112002318829650597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112002318829650597' title='How many people here like the sound of rock and roll music?'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111961321757163179</id><published>2005-06-24T21:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T21:40:45.986+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn forever</title><summary type='text'>Best cosplay I've ever seen.I think everyone should raise their standards to this.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111961321757163179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111961321757163179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111961321757163179' title='Turn forever'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111953337872834738</id><published>2005-06-23T23:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T23:29:38.736+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you worry 'bout it dying baby</title><summary type='text'>Today was better than an orgasm. Not an orgasm shared with the love of your life, but a run-of-the-mill orgasm, one of those "blah" ones that isn't shared with someone special. Today was better than them by a longshot.I went into the city early to have a look around before I was due at the Japanese consulate around 5pm for a Q&amp;A. I ended up seeing a clothing store with "SALE" posted everywhere so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111953337872834738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111953337872834738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111953337872834738' title='Don&apos;t you worry &apos;bout it dying baby'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111914656427605569</id><published>2005-06-19T12:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T12:07:05.293+10:00</updated><title type='text'>20  different upbeat sound effects!</title><summary type='text'>Just you try and tell me the dad isn't masterbating halfway through this clip.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111914656427605569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111914656427605569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111914656427605569' title='20  different upbeat sound effects!'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111898061008787825</id><published>2005-06-17T13:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T13:56:50.096+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Zenshin choukousoku</title><summary type='text'>This really made me laugh, so I wanted to share it:"I vomited in my dad's face.I woke up one night when I was a kid of about 4 years old, not feeling too well. Walked down to my parents room and went to my dad's side of the bed. I started shaking him awake. Finally, when he wakes up, turns over, and looks at me, says, "Yeah? what's up?".I say "Dad, I think I'm gonna be BLAAAAAGH!! and proceed to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111898061008787825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111898061008787825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111898061008787825' title='Zenshin choukousoku'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111893174542001567</id><published>2005-06-17T00:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T00:22:25.426+10:00</updated><title type='text'>All I have to say is that...</title><summary type='text'>I'm watching a repeat of an episode of John Safran's Music Jamboree featuring the Rock Estedford entry of Nazi Germany to the music of Michael Jackson's "They don't really care about us". I can see what they were going for, but I think it's fairly obvious they hated the Jews' fucking guts. I would have thought a song like that would have been more appripriate in a situation where there was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111893174542001567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111893174542001567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111893174542001567' title='All I have to say is that...'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111873305849680833</id><published>2005-06-14T17:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T17:10:58.503+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Windmill, windmill</title><summary type='text'>For the past few weeks, the computer has been pretty stuffed. It's been getting harder and harder to turn it on. Sometimes it'll work fine, others, the computer will startup, make a clunking noise and then just restart. Sometimes it'll restart spontaneously during a session. When you can't start it up, you have NO hope of starting it up no matter how many times you try unless you leave it alone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111873305849680833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111873305849680833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111873305849680833' title='Windmill, windmill'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111839802124895745</id><published>2005-06-10T19:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T20:07:01.256+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunrise building up reprise in my heart</title><summary type='text'>I spent the day feeling lost, lonely and sad. My poor pussycat was dropped off at the vet this morning to be "fixed". Neal dropped me back off home after that and I was just left in the house on my own for the first time in months. I went back to sleep for a bit, just trying to waste the day away, then decided to get out of the house and waste my last few bucks on a kebab (which was enormous and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111839802124895745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111839802124895745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111839802124895745' title='Sunrise building up reprise in my heart'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111822997347184687</id><published>2005-06-08T21:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T21:26:13.476+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I should have followed you and beat down your door</title><summary type='text'>God fucking damnit!I played Minish Cap for AGES last night and got really far and found all sorts of fucking Kinstones and shit, and now it seems it didn't save any of it, dispite the fact that I saved about a thousand times while playing last night. For some god-forsaken, jesus-raping reason, it's reverted back to my saved game from DAYS ago. GOD... DAMNIT!I'm now so annoyed I think the game can</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111822997347184687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111822997347184687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111822997347184687' title='Maybe I should have followed you and beat down your door'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111815026695261416</id><published>2005-06-07T23:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T23:17:46.960+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Slip into a fare thee well</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow, I get to go to the doctor's to find out if I have any terminal illnesses (or whether my peeing in several million cups was a waste of time). On Friday, pussycat gets to go to the vet's to have her baby-tubes desimated. It's very necessary, because she's starting to go into heat and is quite frankly a bit of a pain (moreso than usual) during the day. She just cries for hours on end, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111815026695261416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111815026695261416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111815026695261416' title='Slip into a fare thee well'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111763205428347138</id><published>2005-06-01T23:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T23:21:08.736+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Now the children don't play</title><summary type='text'>Went to the doctors again the other day, expecting I'll just get another urinalysis done and find out I'm either okay or have some devastating disease. Instead, I had to have one done at the doctors, take it next door to the "lab", get a blood test done (I didn't really mind any of this because the "lab" woman was really nice to talk to) which hurt a bit and meant I couldn't lift anything for the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111763205428347138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111763205428347138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111763205428347138' title='Now the children don&apos;t play'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111741794159533986</id><published>2005-05-30T11:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T11:52:21.603+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Link, he go to a town</title><summary type='text'>I've been getting a little sniffly again lately, and this morning I woke up with the worst cough I've had in a long time. It's especially bad because it's the kind of cough you can taste - urgh. I have a lot of phlegm right now, and because I guess I must be swallowing a fair bit, I have a bad stomachache too. A couple of minutes ago, I had a breakthrough and after I coughed, there was something </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111741794159533986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111741794159533986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111741794159533986' title='Link, he go to a town'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111715688835143966</id><published>2005-05-27T11:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T11:21:28.370+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny day, I go out my house</title><summary type='text'>My snot isn't black anymore!Yesterday, it was all black. I decided to pull out the weeds from our little patch of hell out the front, as well as getting rid of all the ferns. It took what seemed like a century, and was at least most of the day. I was covered in little scratches and my body ached like I'd just had animal sex with a sumo wrestler. The ferns... I actually spend most of the time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111715688835143966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111715688835143966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111715688835143966' title='Sunny day, I go out my house'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111703023647850753</id><published>2005-05-26T00:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T00:10:36.483+10:00</updated><title type='text'>QUEENSLANDER!!!</title><summary type='text'>Best. Origin. Ending. Ever. With Capitals. And. Full Stops.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111703023647850753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111703023647850753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111703023647850753' title='QUEENSLANDER!!!'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111699553567895825</id><published>2005-05-25T14:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T14:32:15.686+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I usually don't like dirty gifs featuring characters I like, but I thought there was a nice creativity to this one.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111699553567895825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111699553567895825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111699553567895825' title=''/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111698593390080541</id><published>2005-05-25T11:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T11:52:13.943+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Yakusoku suru no</title><summary type='text'>Well, for some reason I seem to have come down with a head cold again. Fucking... great. I'm gonna have to really rug up for Origin tonight.On a completely similar note, I just want to say that nothing makes me hate a company more (okay, big lie, but we'll go with it) than an ad where they try to manufacture emotions. I just saw the wankiest of wank-fest IGA ads about "local heroes" - those being</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111698593390080541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111698593390080541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111698593390080541' title='Yakusoku suru no'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111647976683752411</id><published>2005-05-19T14:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T15:16:06.876+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The way you make-a me feel</title><summary type='text'>I'M GOING TO SHIZUOKA-KEN!!!!!!!!!!!Holy cow, I'm in a "main city" too. I'm not sure whether she was telling me I'm in -the- main city of Shizuoka or just some main city (Fuji, Hamamatsu or Numazu) but either way, I don't care, this is awesome!!! I'm totally close to Tokyo, Mt. Fuji AND all the main cities are RIGHT on the coast. It's EXACTLY what I wanted.I think I've called everyone in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111647976683752411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111647976683752411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111647976683752411' title='The way you make-a me feel'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111637908030242577</id><published>2005-05-18T11:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T11:18:00.336+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Deciding in your youth on the policy of truth</title><summary type='text'>Hitler is alive and well in Korea.Well, people in the US are starting to get their placement notifications now. I'd get excited, except I know for a fact we won't get ours for ages yet. Why? Because we live in Australia, where we're forgotten. Despite the fact that we're more liked by the Japanese, closer, and have a much nicer JET applicant system here, the mail takes it's sweet time. Or rather,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111637908030242577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111637908030242577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111637908030242577' title='Deciding in your youth on the policy of truth'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111605633087911981</id><published>2005-05-14T16:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T17:38:51.423+10:00</updated><title type='text'>We tried to warn you.</title><summary type='text'>Well, I've seen Hitchhikers now so let me give you my verdict. I feel it can be summed up with, "When it was good it was VERY VERY good, and when it was bad it was HORRID".The good: The Guide - all the Guide stuff was FANTASTIC. I actually can't imagine it being done any better. It was beautiful, simple, and given that it was the actual book dialogue, there was no room for complain. I felt like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111605633087911981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111605633087911981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111605633087911981' title='We tried to warn you.'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111582458590860418</id><published>2005-05-12T01:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T01:16:25.920+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm trying to get to sleep</title><summary type='text'>The reason it's worth watching David Letterman? I just saw an entire garbage bin full of bouncy balls get dumped from a very tall building. They'll be finding these things for years to come on that street...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111582458590860418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111582458590860418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111582458590860418' title='I&apos;m trying to get to sleep'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111573515760381861</id><published>2005-05-11T00:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T00:27:45.423+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Puss and booty</title><summary type='text'>I'm not a huge Star Trek fan, and certainly not of the new series, 'Enterprise', but the episode I'm half-assedly watching now has one of the coolest storylines ever.The crew are on some kind of mission and they're given instructions to do something to avoid some bad outcome out of nowhere. they do so, and then find out the tip came from another Enterprise. This new crew board and tell the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111573515760381861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111573515760381861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111573515760381861' title='Puss and booty'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111556200023839051</id><published>2005-05-09T00:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T00:20:00.243+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thought this was pretty cool.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111556200023839051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111556200023839051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111556200023839051' title=''/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111535206205322815</id><published>2005-05-06T14:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T14:01:02.056+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CATDRUM!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111535206205322815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111535206205322815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111535206205322815' title=''/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111534959447202005</id><published>2005-05-06T12:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T13:19:54.700+10:00</updated><title type='text'>She's talkin' to me Juba to Jive</title><summary type='text'>Well, this is REALLY fucking annoying. My left nostril now seems to squeak when any air passes in or out. Not a squeak as such, kind of a sound like a rubber fan whirring. It sounds like what I imagine cartilage friction to sound like. Not only that, but I woke up this morning to find only one tissue left in the box. I did my best to save it, but I needed it pretty quickly. Luckily I remembered </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111534959447202005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111534959447202005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111534959447202005' title='She&apos;s talkin&apos; to me Juba to Jive'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111527349837458734</id><published>2005-05-05T15:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T16:36:18.450+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoo bap a doo ba!</title><summary type='text'>I'm going to copy this from another webpage rather than writing out my own feelings, only because as I read this, I felt like I've never seen anything so unbelievably parallel to my own mind. I'm dead serious here, this not only sums up the way I see myself feeling come August, but it's pretty fucking spot on as it is now, besides a few details here and there.I'm in one of those moods where I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111527349837458734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111527349837458734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111527349837458734' title='Shoo bap a doo ba!'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111512753995164100</id><published>2005-05-03T23:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T23:38:59.953+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanks to the internet bill Neal received today, including a pamphlet for 5 free songs from BigPond's music store, I'm now listening to my very own copy of 'Nine Lives' by Aerosmith - better known to me as "That song that plays in the opening of Dead or Alive 3". It's a fucking fantastic song. I also got 'Take Your Mama' by Scissor Sisters (fabulous song!), 'GhettoMusick' and 'The Way You Move' </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111512753995164100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111512753995164100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111512753995164100' title=''/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111508756228069105</id><published>2005-05-03T12:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T12:32:42.280+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bankers?</title><summary type='text'>The opening theme of Giftpia still gives me goosebumps. Sometimes I question whether I'll ever love a song as much as I love this.I'l write about the most excellent trip we went on yesterday... later. Right now, I'm rather sick and feel pretty damn shithouse. My throat seems to be getting worse, my nose is stuffed up and I'm tired and sore. I thought about going back to bed but 1) I don't wanna </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111508756228069105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111508756228069105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111508756228069105' title='Bankers?'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111478235381333214</id><published>2005-04-29T23:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T01:48:36.953+10:00</updated><title type='text'>That's my team!</title><summary type='text'>OWNED!!!We crapped all over Manly tonight... I lost my voice from cheering. The Broncos have a mascot - Buck, the horse. Everytime we score a try, Buck runs around the perimeter of the field and everyone cheers. Tonight, that horse was FUCKED. It was trotting so slowly at one point, I think it might have died if we scored again.The Broncos are lucky in that we're the only team that can have a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111478235381333214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111478235381333214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111478235381333214' title='That&apos;s my team!'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111475387860603170</id><published>2005-04-29T15:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T15:51:18.606+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding around with the man on your back</title><summary type='text'>For those of you who have seen the Father Ted episode I'm talking about, download this and relive the beautiful memories. I've been singing this song over and over for half an hour now. It's one of those "ultra amazo fantastico" big comedy moments for me. I remember watching it and just laughing until I was crying, and then rewatching it over and over, especially just for the ending (which is one</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111475387860603170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111475387860603170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111475387860603170' title='Riding around with the man on your back'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111414462404878289</id><published>2005-04-22T14:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T14:37:04.050+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Honestly, is she toying with me?This is the first time I've ever finished Super Mario Bros. and I tell you, I really suck at it. I wouldn't have been able to do it without save state. I can play the other Mario games okay, but this one? Death, death, death. This game takes much more skill than the later games.That princess is reeeeeeal ugly.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111414462404878289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111414462404878289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111414462404878289' title=''/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111408115218572684</id><published>2005-04-21T20:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T20:59:12.186+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I see a red door and I want it painted black</title><summary type='text'>You know how sometimes you're watching one of those sitcoms. You've seen them all before, they're all alike, and you pretty much know where each one is going from the outset. We don't expect surprises in sitcoms, just jokes as they make their way to that inevitable conclusion you can read like a book. It's comforting and satisfying in a way.Tonight, I was watching Everybody Loves Raymond (which I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111408115218572684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111408115218572684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111408115218572684' title='I see a red door and I want it painted black'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111383600116514734</id><published>2005-04-19T00:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T00:53:21.166+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is a little silly, but I had tears streaming down my face with laughter. I'd give these guys $20 if I saw them busking and that's a big thumbs up from me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111383600116514734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111383600116514734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111383600116514734' title=''/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111379178210364446</id><published>2005-04-18T12:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T12:36:22.103+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111379178210364446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111379178210364446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111379178210364446' title=''/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111357861936688979</id><published>2005-04-16T01:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T01:29:05.353+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, I was just informed that Cirque de Zale featured in a demo disc that came with some magazine called Retro Gamer. At first I thought, "Gee, I wish they'd have let me know or something", then I realised my email address attached to that game doesn't work anymore. Ah well, it's still cool.Also, I've been playing Blinx lately and it's actually a surprisingly fun game. It was a tad overwhelming </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111357861936688979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111357861936688979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111357861936688979' title=''/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111357756788677711</id><published>2005-04-16T00:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T01:06:07.890+10:00</updated><title type='text'>This my ****</title><summary type='text'>Whee, I have the computer back after about a week! Normally, it wouldn't matter that much, but for lots of little annoying reasons, I've really wanted it this week and have had to go without and read instead.Of course, one good reason I wanted it was to announce that I was accepted into JET, but the moment's passed now, and I'd only be faking it if I tried to relive the excitement. In fact, there</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111357756788677711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111357756788677711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111357756788677711' title='This my ****'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111283437501274549</id><published>2005-04-07T10:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T10:57:03.053+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The concept of love</title><summary type='text'>I haven't been nervous at all up until now. Now even yesterday when Levi said, "Two days to go!". I felt fine, and I honestly didn't think I -would- be notified this week. Today, just as part of my usual internetty routine, I checked the BD forums and it's just EXPLODED with threads about people around their world getting their JET notification. It's insane. Still, most of those people were in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111283437501274549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111283437501274549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111283437501274549' title='The concept of love'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111259343768113426</id><published>2005-04-04T15:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T16:09:55.553+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabishikunai, sabishikunai</title><summary type='text'>Well, first day of work is over. It was pretty cool, took me about an hour to learn how to use the touch screen properly (it's a hell of a lot more complicated than at Brumby's, with all the different specials and combos and whatnot RR has) and about another hour of using it to get properly used to it. I think I did well today, though saying "Good morning!" and "Hi, how are you today?" ten </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111259343768113426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111259343768113426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111259343768113426' title='Sabishikunai, sabishikunai'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111253042130479012</id><published>2005-04-03T22:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T22:13:41.306+10:00</updated><title type='text'>ROCK!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111253042130479012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111253042130479012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111253042130479012' title='ROCK!'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111227547736971614</id><published>2005-03-31T22:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T23:24:37.370+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Kimidori</title><summary type='text'>I have a job!Job hunting was always so god damned demoralising when I was going for telemarketing, sales and office work, but I finally found exactly what I'm after. Service counter assistant at Red Rooster in the city. It was fate, really. I was going to a stupid seminar thing yesterday but my bus (once again) failed to show up hence leaving me late, hence leaving me with no chance of getting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111227547736971614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111227547736971614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111227547736971614' title='Kimidori'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111223019607387482</id><published>2005-03-31T10:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T10:49:56.073+10:00</updated><title type='text'>yoru mo</title><summary type='text'>Oh, cruel world.This, on the other hand, is DESTINY at work, people.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111223019607387482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111223019607387482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111223019607387482' title='yoru mo'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111206984259928656</id><published>2005-03-29T13:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T14:20:20.506+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody clap your hands</title><summary type='text'>I've decided to get a little pro-active in my life for a change. I've been putting the zillions of things I should be doing off for a long time now, and it's time I started doing them. It was time a long time ago actually, but I'm doing them now. I've been mooching off Neal for a long time and although it made/makes me feel immense guilt and lack of self worth, I kept telling myself, "It won't be</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111206984259928656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111206984259928656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111206984259928656' title='Everybody clap your hands'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111197473706795765</id><published>2005-03-28T11:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T11:52:17.066+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Do the hustle</title><summary type='text'>Hooray for Paul and putting on a good BBQ! Surely there's no better way to make friends in Australia then giving them lots of good steak and potato salad. It was a great way to spend Easter so thanks Paul!Gee, I had so much more to say but I don't feel like thinking about what it was now. Oh well.Oh yeah! If anyone has an mp3 of the 'Do the Hustle' song, please gimme! Or the 'Safety Dance'.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111197473706795765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111197473706795765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111197473706795765' title='Do the hustle'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111146301999227237</id><published>2005-03-22T13:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T13:43:39.996+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Funk it up</title><summary type='text'>Sure I could've posted links instead of the images themselves, but what fun would that be?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111146301999227237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111146301999227237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111146301999227237' title='Funk it up'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111072151040897780</id><published>2005-03-13T23:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T23:45:10.410+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanks to everyone who came along to bowling/dinner on Saturday, it was nice and lots of fun. The game today was good, and I got a wake-up phone call from my parents to say 'Happy Birthday' (and me back to my mum), which was good because I had to get out of bed then anyway.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111072151040897780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111072151040897780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111072151040897780' title=''/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111059153933033158</id><published>2005-03-12T11:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T11:38:59.330+10:00</updated><title type='text'>'Cause it's all in my head</title><summary type='text'>NO!!!NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!ARGHGHSDAF:JSAGFL:JJDL:FSA:DL!!!!!I feel like... throwing up.This eases the pain just slightly.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111059153933033158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111059153933033158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111059153933033158' title='&apos;Cause it&apos;s all in my head'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-111050369539299490</id><published>2005-03-11T11:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T11:29:47.736+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Watashitachi ni naritakute</title><summary type='text'>I think I've lost some great Kodocha mp3s I used to have of Sana doing various raps and that... little bat thing singing some great pun songs. Damn, I've been looking for them lately on all my mp3 cds and I think they're gone. This sort of thing really annoys me because I'm an absolutely junk horder when it comes to files on the computer, particularly pictures and mp3s, so I never usually delete </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111050369539299490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/111050369539299490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111050369539299490' title='Watashitachi ni naritakute'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-110994626064750273</id><published>2005-03-05T00:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T00:24:20.650+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Matsuken samba</title><summary type='text'>If I had to define bitter-sweet, I think "The Green Mile" would be a good way to do it. Althought it's a movie I love, and I really think it's very well written (god only knows why I haven't read the book yet) and acted out, every fibre of my being tells me not to watch it whenever it's on TV again. Lots of movies make me emotional, but TGM has a way of really pulling it out of me, and really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/110994626064750273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/110994626064750273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110994626064750273' title='Matsuken samba'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-110977127438170910</id><published>2005-03-02T23:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T23:47:54.383+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holy cow, this may even beat the tea cup.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/110977127438170910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/110977127438170910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110977127438170910' title=''/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-110972844739016650</id><published>2005-03-02T11:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T11:54:07.396+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dekakemashou</title><summary type='text'>Well, today I told Centrelink to get fucked... in a sense. I was nicer about it than that.On Monday, I had my first interview with my job netowkr member - Mission - because it's part of your Centrelink agreement to be with one of these people. I had to give them a copy of my resume on disc, which they then made another resume out of, which was much, much crappier than mine, and had mistakes all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/110972844739016650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/110972844739016650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110972844739016650' title='Dekakemashou'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-110929584245515470</id><published>2005-02-25T11:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T11:44:02.456+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Momo iro no</title><summary type='text'>Another great DG image.Uh... hmm. Working on my game, there's not much else to say. It's pretty much all I've been doing lately, BUT I have been making good progress. Still an incredibly long way to go, but I'm getting backgrounds done like nuts. The way you eat a nut, then you have to eat the whole packet and then you want to kill others in the hope it will lead to you getting even more nuts, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/110929584245515470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/110929584245515470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110929584245515470' title='Momo iro no'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-110916824007230489</id><published>2005-02-24T00:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T00:17:20.073+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, cruel fate.Rabbit: "What's that noise? Food??"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/110916824007230489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/110916824007230489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110916824007230489' title=''/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-110905133679127596</id><published>2005-02-22T15:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T15:48:56.793+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hontou da yo</title><summary type='text'>My JET interview is over. Everything is now out of my hands. It's actually an incredible relief.I got up early this morning, had some toast, showered, got dressed up in my "outfit" and decided to leave a little earlier than I had planned. This turned out to be a good thing since the early morning buses run at a different time table to the normal day-time hours. I got to the city, and immediately </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/110905133679127596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/110905133679127596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110905133679127596' title='Hontou da yo'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-110844379851878607</id><published>2005-02-15T15:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T15:03:18.520+10:00</updated><title type='text'>sora ni hikoukigu mo</title><summary type='text'>I'm not usually one for cutesy, but this has to be one of the greatest inventions of recent history.So, so simple and every cup of tea would make you feel happy (as opposed to the dark depression I usually experience when drinking tea). I can't believe noone's ever thought of it before.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/110844379851878607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/110844379851878607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110844379851878607' title='sora ni hikoukigu mo'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-110809744821730748</id><published>2005-02-11T14:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T15:59:58.950+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Takako</title><summary type='text'>I HAVE THE GIFTPIA SOUNDTRACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Times those !s by a thousand, that's how god damn happy I am!It's here, it's here, it's all Gamecube Europe's wonderful doing! Download it and enjoy it.I've gotten the Cool Cool Toon, both Jet Set Radio, Katamari Damacy and many other game sound tracks I love before, but I've never wanted one as much as this game's. The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/110809744821730748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/110809744821730748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110809744821730748' title='Takako'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-110809149892503053</id><published>2005-02-11T13:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T13:11:38.926+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Onaka ga suitara miruku wo ageru</title><summary type='text'>Just lovely! ^_^</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/110809149892503053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/110809149892503053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110809149892503053' title='Onaka ga suitara miruku wo ageru'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-110795672294871550</id><published>2005-02-09T23:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T23:45:22.950+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Rise above it</title><summary type='text'>This is pretty good (20 Questions), I was surprised at how often I got beaten.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/110795672294871550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/110795672294871550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110795672294871550' title='Rise above it'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-110787577576517372</id><published>2005-02-09T01:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T01:16:15.766+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I've worked in an office building all my life and have never once...</title><summary type='text'>Somedays, life just works out. I chose o stay up late tonight, and I discover "And now for something completely different..." on tv! I haven't seen it in yeeeeeeeears and although it's not my favourite MP, the dirty fork scene makes up for the odd sketches here and there I'm not that enthused about. God, I feel like I just haven't laughed like that in years, since I last saw some MP. No, that's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/110787577576517372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/110787577576517372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110787577576517372' title='I&apos;ve worked in an office building all my life and have never once...'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-110782655873822190</id><published>2005-02-08T11:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T11:44:46.910+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dareka ite</title><summary type='text'>God, I hate Centrelink. The freaking way they speak to you on the phone is just plain rude, and completely unhelpful. I called up yesterday to get the ball rolling, I said one line after the guy answered, to the tune of "Oh, hi. I'm just enquiring about how to apply for the Newstart Allowance" and I get a very gruff, "Last name". I tell him. "First name?". Right. "Date of birth, Rebecca". "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/110782655873822190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/110782655873822190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110782655873822190' title='Dareka ite'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-110732082540180442</id><published>2005-02-02T14:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T15:12:06.303+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken dump</title><summary type='text'>Okay. Now. Listen to me carefully. Don't look at this unless you're SURE you can handle some fairly damn sick shit. I'm not even going to directly link to this picture, but if you want to see something very off, www.tubgirl.com is the place.I'm warning you once more, and I don't want anyone blaming me for what you see here. If you haven't seen this before, no matter what you think this picture </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/110732082540180442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/110732082540180442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110732082540180442' title='Chicken dump'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-110680162400066008</id><published>2005-01-27T14:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T14:53:44.000+10:00</updated><title type='text'>This shit is bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S</title><summary type='text'>Holy mother of sheep!!! I got an interview for JET!I still have NO clue whatsoever about where my original letter went. I don't even know whether to blame JET or the mail service. It's probably in Portugal.Luckily, it no longer matters! I was told personally by a very, very quiet woman that I have an interview on the 22nd of February and to wait for another letter at my new address (which I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/110680162400066008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/110680162400066008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110680162400066008' title='This shit is bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-110662489840097569</id><published>2005-01-25T13:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T13:54:45.593+10:00</updated><title type='text'>If I was a rich girl</title><summary type='text'>Well, I finally decided to do something with all these tens of thousands of photos I've been taking lately, so here are many more photos of our new cat than you'd ever need to see:But first, here are two pics of this tree some guy in Perth took to with a chainsaw:The whole tree and a close up. They were pretty damn cool.Now, that cat:The cat.You can never manage to hold the camera in the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/110662489840097569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/110662489840097569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110662489840097569' title='If I was a rich girl'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-110601652247759827</id><published>2005-01-18T13:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T12:48:42.476+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai ni obieteru</title><summary type='text'>Oh yeah! Neal and I went to see the Spongebob movie last weekend! It fucking rocks! ^_^ Thankfully, the cinema wasn't full at all and the few kids that were there kinda shut up, which was fantastic. Patrick is hilarious, and thankfully, there were a couple of bits with Gary in them. The whole thing was great because even though it did make a good movie in terms of having a "big" story that you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/110601652247759827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/110601652247759827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110601652247759827' title='Ai ni obieteru'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-110601936812266284</id><published>2005-01-18T13:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T13:36:08.123+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OH MY GOD! I can't believe I beat The Apprentice 2, No-Action Jackson and 7 Days a Skeptic! Those were all excellent and well-loved games... I think the Inventory guy must be in love with me, or at least think I'm rich.Cool, I hope I win more awards as it appears to be award season in adventure game town this month. Of course, the most important for me is the AGS Awards themselves though I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/110601936812266284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/110601936812266284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110601936812266284' title=''/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-110601877954248850</id><published>2005-01-18T13:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T13:26:19.543+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Cirque de Zale won an award! Someone just let me know I won the Best Indie Award for 2004 in the Inventory magazine (which has been very kind to me). I had no idea, so I just downloaded it and it makes for some interesting reading if you're into adventure games at all. Of course, calling a lot of these games true "adventure games", I think, is stretching things a bit but it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/110601877954248850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/110601877954248850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110601877954248850' title=''/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5539888.post-110593125204218981</id><published>2005-01-17T11:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T13:09:52.146+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Kanashii haato wa moeteiru wa</title><summary type='text'>Well, with yet another task on my every growing list of things I have to do over, I feel a tiny bit better. This was actually -done- a good couple of months ago but the guy who comissioned it and I only just made contact again so I changed Luke's saber to blue at his request. Blue? Whatever, it's what he wanted. It's all for money. Anyway, take a look if you like, because a considerable amount of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/110593125204218981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5539888/posts/default/110593125204218981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kinoko.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110593125204218981' title='Kanashii haato wa moeteiru wa'/><author><name>Kinoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03109441141004676588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
