<?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-8211430940434537647</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:51:31.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insatiable Passion</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>200</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-1335573940227794440</id><published>2011-06-05T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T22:26:32.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember the Wicked</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LU2uvr3Ap-8/Texj7SlAr0I/AAAAAAAAAbs/UiIDqwoDV9w/s1600/P6050351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LU2uvr3Ap-8/Texj7SlAr0I/AAAAAAAAAbs/UiIDqwoDV9w/s200/P6050351.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614972705674669890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yjwJ9LXb2tQ/Texj7PSDC1I/AAAAAAAAAbk/OOAhd4pVzB4/s1600/P6050328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yjwJ9LXb2tQ/Texj7PSDC1I/AAAAAAAAAbk/OOAhd4pVzB4/s200/P6050328.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614972704789826386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; It's been a while since the first Wicked experience, was quite surprised when &lt;br /&gt;it was heading this way! of course I had to see it. some bits i had forgotten and it's different watching it from up the balcony than been at the second row. place was packed. Luv it! Fiero in this cast was much yummier than the Chicago one haha. it's been an eye candy day for mom and I, even the waiters at the restaurant are very cute. alright, off i go to belt out the Wicked songs! and of course i couldn't resist buying the new t shirt, sorry Canucks, i'd rather buy that than the jersy, even though i still luv ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-1335573940227794440?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/1335573940227794440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=1335573940227794440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-2612820781515106210</id><published>2011-05-15T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T19:59:12.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>will u be able to do it?</title><content type='html'>funny how i was contemplating this question B4 watching The Priest.&lt;br /&gt;would I be able to sacrifice and let go? to be a monk or a priest.&lt;br /&gt;the vowes , though i think i'd be too rebelious to keep them...for now anyway.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the scores of the movie was pretty good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://soundtrack-movie.com/priest/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-2612820781515106210?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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It's been a few years since it starts snowing around me bday.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of, already got 2 cards and gifts !! dont' know what to shop for yet but looking forward to the opera in Dec.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to the ladies, J and E for those!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuffed from hotpot at nice neighbours' , good company.&lt;br /&gt;hm....and then there's the question of what exactly will i do with my hair?&lt;br /&gt;finally watching VTS: Luv Gina and Colonel scene, Leccia's earings..wow.i'd tangle my hair with those. Hilary B is awesome and let's not forget about CC's legs..makes me wanna really start try runnning, maybe i'll just have to pretend i'm running for the bus all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-5439563134271805765?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/5439563134271805765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=5439563134271805765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/5439563134271805765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/5439563134271805765'/><link 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yogourt, moved up clean day so maybe i will sleep in this sat....and now, i should be catching up to my readings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently have the urge to cut my hair short again, oy, must resist! eeek, it's a pain to vacumm all the hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-3661077234809385404?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/3661077234809385404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=3661077234809385404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/3661077234809385404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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everyone should try it. the rush is not simply wielding it but &lt;br /&gt;it's the ability to have it under control.&lt;br /&gt;cheerios, Hope everyone had a Happy Diwali! went to India Bistro..yummy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-1981585408834487344?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/1981585408834487344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=1981585408834487344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/1981585408834487344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;br /&gt;as for the solar baby, that's ME!...was nice to be out and about today, feels so much better when the sun's out.&lt;br /&gt;yikes, should really clean up the camera so i can take pix of Diwali fest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought about taking a walk at the beach, but didn't wanna get into the rush hour sardine ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-4410111014844375493?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/4410111014844375493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=4410111014844375493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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idea?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Some might call us wierd but we'r just good students!...yep, today at class&lt;br /&gt;as we struggle with our beloved unrulely Greek grammar, an idea occured, tattoo the 'ruly' parts of Greek Grammar on our arms, who knows, we might just be able to at least handle the RULY part of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-8965093593248874571?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/8965093593248874571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=8965093593248874571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the sidewalk, i can hear the blarring of classical music, &lt;br /&gt;first thought maybe someone just left the van temporary ..on the way back the same path, the van is still there, the same classical music is still blarring, this time, i poked my head closer to the window, there was a pair of legs at the backseat, i didn't wanna look further, the person might get spooked...so i walked on. maybe the driver's waiting for someone and decided to take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;or so i hope so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-426365962219770171?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/426365962219770171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-6262439064710382178</id><published>2010-09-11T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T20:35:16.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RETRO TRIP - Athens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TIxKT4pfHfI/AAAAAAAAAbI/98JHLBhWU9c/s1600/P7270825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 51px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TIxKT4pfHfI/AAAAAAAAAbI/98JHLBhWU9c/s200/P7270825.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515865349106376178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TIxKTjU3aMI/AAAAAAAAAbA/ozAfHHfqmwM/s1600/P7270771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TIxKTjU3aMI/AAAAAAAAAbA/ozAfHHfqmwM/s200/P7270771.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515865343382743234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TIxKTMiC6KI/AAAAAAAAAa4/tGKwpsSdqCM/s1600/P7260742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TIxKTMiC6KI/AAAAAAAAAa4/tGKwpsSdqCM/s200/P7260742.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515865337264007330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TIxKSYDTaaI/AAAAAAAAAaw/hYMcRObJ7fU/s1600/P7230700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TIxKSYDTaaI/AAAAAAAAAaw/hYMcRObJ7fU/s200/P7230700.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515865323176421794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and We'r bACK to Retro Trip, this should be final entry for the trip. FINALLY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Taxi trip this time from Rethym. back to Iraklion airport was quiet, i even dozed off, thankfully the driver wasn't a chatty one. The flight was delayed an hour, it wasn't a full flight, think if i can stretch out on all 6 seats i would be able too! and just my luck, there was a flight cancelled, whole flight of people lining up at Sophie Hotel, and be a good Canadian, i lined up with the people, after 20 minutes or so, i finally found out, people who'v booked already didn't have to be in that LONG line...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;By the time found the room, it was late late. The room was great, nice beds, big bathroom (2 types of shower heads! even can hear the radio and tv in there!) . Without using visa to open the phone line, wasn't able to call from room, had to walk back to the airport to use the public phone (fortunately, still have those phone cards.&lt;br /&gt;===========================================================================&lt;br /&gt;Next day, hoped on to the Metro ...almost went downtown till thought of asking people, finally rightfully went on the sub. line.&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at friend's place, finally saw the rest of the family and the kids and yep, Lambros the hyper dog who almost ate the icecream. Kids were not shy, super smart (but then i AM biase haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in Athens, bought a few books (kinda working on reading them currently), love the bookstore, would have bought more but the luggage limit is only 23kg!! (super bummer that is)&lt;br /&gt;Went to see a band at the local open theatre, very cool experience. love the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the new Athens Museum, quite fabulous. love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truck drivers were on strike, no Petro, less traffic. only thing is having hard time flaging down taxi at some places.&lt;br /&gt;We went to see Aida at the H. T. hard seats but it's quite an experience , lots of people , big and great production. breathtaking theatre setting.&lt;br /&gt;It takes a while to exit, most people were waiting for the small steps, been me, I thought i'd yell "TIMBER!!", maybe people will part a way? :P   Stav. and Sophia thought that was funny. and been me, i decided to get down by the big steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia's a great driver, got us out of the downtown traffic quickly, on our way, there was a whole police motorbike team gathering from all places to the main road..it was an interesting sight. &lt;br /&gt;=============================================================================&lt;br /&gt;Got back 'early' around 1am-ish and I had to leave for the airport by 3am, only had a wink of sleep. (by the time i arrived Van. realized i didn't sleep for 2 days, can never sleep on flight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Can't believe it was over, MISSING the folks in Athens of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. was on the same flight as a family from work, surprised to see them in Frankfurti. Had a very Germanish brunch at the airport and a glass of white before boarding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-6262439064710382178?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/6262439064710382178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=6262439064710382178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/6262439064710382178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/6262439064710382178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2010/09/retro-trip-athens.html' title='RETRO TRIP - Athens'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TIxKT4pfHfI/AAAAAAAAAbI/98JHLBhWU9c/s72-c/P7270825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-809199568644198950</id><published>2010-08-30T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T00:32:50.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RETRO TRIP - Crete Xania .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/THywGnbAoFI/AAAAAAAAAao/uiPpgQfNcm4/s1600/P7230686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/THywGnbAoFI/AAAAAAAAAao/uiPpgQfNcm4/s200/P7230686.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511473671702618194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/THywGAABh1I/AAAAAAAAAag/wkpgqEXSZeI/s1600/P7220618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/THywGAABh1I/AAAAAAAAAag/wkpgqEXSZeI/s200/P7220618.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511473661120448338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/THywFmN3rQI/AAAAAAAAAaY/dY7OqIc2i8c/s1600/P7220537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/THywFmN3rQI/AAAAAAAAAaY/dY7OqIc2i8c/s200/P7220537.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511473654199201026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Decided to head over to Xania after all, by now, i'm an expert at NOT getting lost&lt;br /&gt;from the hotel 2 the bus terminal, walking through the alleyways to avoid the scorching sun; and of course by now, i have&lt;br /&gt;the handy bus time table for the 1 hour or so bus ride to Xania.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after been in the old town R. for a bit, it was kinda overwhelming to be in Xania's centre, too many cars, motors. it's not hard to find the major souvenir streets and that's where i found free useful maps of the place. Lots of tourists, lots of sponges, jewellery shops, and even more leather shops. Had a hard time finding the museum, apparently i had walked passed it the first time, well, it's not as extravagant on the exterior, but the finds inside were awesome! several well decorated coffins . think i took a few prohibited photos (some items have not been published officialy, not supposed to take pix of them) oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kept walking down, arrived at the plateia with the fountain, old port, mosque, horses/carriages (??not sure why), light house. Decided to stay for lunch, had a frappe with ice cream in it! mousaka, though, i had to avoid all the meat, had forgotten it's beef! and i was NOT about see the "RETURNING " of the meat later that night in case it didn't pass my tummy's test for freshness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were lots of signs out for renting rooms. guess there aren't as many tourists in Xania at the time. funny, i ran into Adam on the way back to the bus terminal heading back for Rethy. went to the beach , too wavy still, but it's late enough that didn't have to pay for the chair and the umbrella. &lt;br /&gt;couldn't resist, got myself a dragon henna (i usually get a scorp. must be subcons. influence from the movie heehee ) the brother and sister from Netherland next to me were cute kid, the boy got a tiger and tried to have a conversation with me. &lt;br /&gt;Had a glass of Raki after dinner (yummy Kleftiko!!), i think the staff at the hotel gave me a 'are you sure' look, for ordering the Raki i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;next...how i become a mr...haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-809199568644198950?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/809199568644198950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=809199568644198950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/809199568644198950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/809199568644198950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2010/08/retro-trip-crete-xania.html' title='RETRO TRIP - Crete Xania .'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/THywGnbAoFI/AAAAAAAAAao/uiPpgQfNcm4/s72-c/P7230686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-4084151573034996152</id><published>2010-08-23T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T23:19:50.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RETRO TRIP - Crete Fortezza/Beach in Rethym.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/THNkb-PgVrI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/gCYzZbE3D_s/s1600/P7210477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/THNkb-PgVrI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/gCYzZbE3D_s/s200/P7210477.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508857200931526322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/THNkbBqd2FI/AAAAAAAAAaI/huxuqtJeLRk/s1600/P7210453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 54px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/THNkbBqd2FI/AAAAAAAAAaI/huxuqtJeLRk/s200/P7210453.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508857184670046290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; one thing about not tagging with tours is that i get to decide when to wake up and what i wanna do for the day. This was a Fortezza day, as boneheaded as I am, i had walked half of the Fortezza perimeter until i found the entrance under the scorching sun. There were LOADS of people all locals, first i thought, maybe a wedding, then i realized I had witnessed some kinda graduation, prob. high school, everyone's taking pix and vids, and so I took pix and vids of everyone DOING just that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as i walked to the other parts of the Fortezza, i met some other tourists, not many, just a few. poked my head into the gun holes and really you can see strategically, the Fortezza is  well located, one can see the 'enemy' from all sides,well, esp. water front. As i walked through the grounds, I thought..who knows how many men have died here, burried underneath still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was considering going somewhere else but decided to get more familiar with the old town streets and some souvenir shoping. &lt;br /&gt;went 2 check out the beach, 10 minutes walk , it was very windy, the waves are crazy, but i had not brought the swim gear with me on the walk. settled for one of the water front restaurant to fill the monster, so hot that i didn't even feel like eating for lunch, but i did have a big breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i was quite tired so i listened to my body and had returned to the nice big bed with AC and fell asleep with the tv on with 1001 Nights (turkish soap) then ..BONES of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-4084151573034996152?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/4084151573034996152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=4084151573034996152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/4084151573034996152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/4084151573034996152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2010/08/retro-trip-crete-fortezzabeach-in.html' title='RETRO TRIP - Crete Fortezza/Beach in Rethym.'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/THNkb-PgVrI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/gCYzZbE3D_s/s72-c/P7210477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-7138017368580048658</id><published>2010-08-17T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T22:14:24.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the case of the FEDORAS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGtsJUcjH7I/AAAAAAAAAaA/ksJieVSMbl0/s1600/P7120069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGtsJUcjH7I/AAAAAAAAAaA/ksJieVSMbl0/s200/P7120069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506613876753637298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(slight detour on the retro trip series except the pic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;okay, NOT a story i'm writting to entertain myself heehee..&lt;br /&gt;but looks like fedora IS the rage these days, I'v spotted their increase in popularity in &lt;br /&gt;Europe in July, everyone, everywhere you see them fedoras.&lt;br /&gt;..makes me wonder, Vancouver is quite slow on the uptake of the case of the fedoras.&lt;br /&gt;funny, how we are either the first or the last, never in the middle&lt;br /&gt;don't think i'd look good with a fedora though, never tried with the crazy hair, think i'll stay with my Aus. outback hat (which has now welled traveled)&lt;br /&gt; "Ela Cowgirl yiiha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-7138017368580048658?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/7138017368580048658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=7138017368580048658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/7138017368580048658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/7138017368580048658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2010/08/case-of-fedoras.html' title='the case of the FEDORAS!'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGtsJUcjH7I/AAAAAAAAAaA/ksJieVSMbl0/s72-c/P7120069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-2946614695607622221</id><published>2010-08-16T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T00:05:06.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RETRO TRIP - Crete Iraklio Knossos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGo0lo-QLWI/AAAAAAAAAZw/qt8hS-LhA14/s1600/P7200390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGo0lo-QLWI/AAAAAAAAAZw/qt8hS-LhA14/s200/P7200390.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506271315672182114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGo0k6-aGhI/AAAAAAAAAZo/pJ0z3YOhjFA/s1600/P7200805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 117px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGo0k6-aGhI/AAAAAAAAAZo/pJ0z3YOhjFA/s200/P7200805.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506271303324801554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGo0kR6g0VI/AAAAAAAAAZg/U1EaamI8NrE/s1600/P7200825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGo0kR6g0VI/AAAAAAAAAZg/U1EaamI8NrE/s200/P7200825.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506271292302610770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; #1 Goal for Crete visit was Knossos, the temp. is getting really hot and trying to figure out a short and shadowy way from LEO hotel to the main bus stop was bit of a study, but got there and with my luck, I JUST miss the bus and then had to wait for a while for the next one. good thing about those terminal bus stop, at least there IS public washroom w/ FREE toilet paper available!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember someone told me to get round trip bus ticket right off and there are bus schedules in Grk and English, there are tvs posting when/which  buses# are leaving next and also with the PR system. the buses leave either EARLY or ON TIME. no drinking or eating on the bus and they'r quite particular about keeping the bus clean, except some bus drivers still smoke. make sure the ticket control person doesn't take your return ticket slip...that almost happened to me. There are apparently 2 different bus companies but if you show the tickets, they'll let you know. Rethymnon-Iraklio about 1.5 sea-mountain scenary drive, but mostly i doze off on the bus, it's nice to go from one terminal stop to the other, you always get a seat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iraklio is like a mini Athens, the Knossos bus stop is right next to the big bus terminal, you can't miss it. bus makes a few stops through the city centre before arriving at Knossos. while waiting 4 the bus, got to meet Adam from the states. so we walked the site together and it's good to have someone taking pix for ya.  not much left at the actual site, goodness, i firmly believe that the people left Knossos b/c the crickets were too loud, some reason, they bug me. the site is hot, the pythoi GIGANTIC, they were taller than Adam, who's pretty tall tall. i think my fav. was when we got to the throne room, they were doing some restoration. the throne room is freaking amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; got back to the bus stop and trying to figure out best way to find the museum where they house all the finds fro knossos, turned out, if you go up the only stairs right at the bus parking lot, and keep going to the left for 2 blocks, then turn right, you'll see the museum, but if you really like to walk, you can gl ALL the way around the bus route...&lt;br /&gt;I asked a Greek couple, the papou was trying to help but the giagia's like "i don't know, i don't know" (eh..i even asked in Greek!)..i was thinking 'HOW RUDE", just the way she was saying it. then I turned my head, BOOM, there it is the MUSEUM!!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the museum was awesome! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are two other museums (not exactly archaeological though), but i was pretty tired from the bus ride, the heat and using my brain ;P  so i decided to hop on the bus back to Rethymno. cleaned up and decided to head out for a stroll at pedestrian only odos Arkadiou and had a 2 EU pita souvlaki with fries (NO ONIONS no thank you!) one of my fav thing to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do in the hotel? well, i watched BONES and Turkish soap Xilies kai mia nixtes, really testing my subtitle reading skills.&lt;br /&gt;though not long enough to pick up any Turkish words&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-2946614695607622221?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/2946614695607622221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=2946614695607622221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/2946614695607622221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/2946614695607622221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2010/08/retro-trip-crete-iraklio-knossos.html' title='RETRO TRIP - Crete Iraklio Knossos'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGo0lo-QLWI/AAAAAAAAAZw/qt8hS-LhA14/s72-c/P7200390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-7325584670421483525</id><published>2010-08-12T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T22:31:44.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RETRO TRIP - Crete Rethymno arrival July 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGTYCK0svkI/AAAAAAAAAZY/LEFYJV9zsQw/s1600/P7230674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGTYCK0svkI/AAAAAAAAAZY/LEFYJV9zsQw/s200/P7230674.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504762176330317378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGTYBgi-3HI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/tWam4nVWjRc/s1600/P7230668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGTYBgi-3HI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/tWam4nVWjRc/s200/P7230668.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504762164981718130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGTYAhd52kI/AAAAAAAAAZI/bSGDJdHb4M0/s1600/P7200427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGTYAhd52kI/AAAAAAAAAZI/bSGDJdHb4M0/s200/P7200427.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504762148048984642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Haven't met any Canadians on this trip till i was having an Amstel at the port waiting for the ferry, a family of Canadians from Toronto was waiting for a smaller ferry to go to the island of Folegandros, they were joking that they'r not sure if they'll like it and that they'r doing a 'survivor show', they were funny. While we were sitting there, we saw a man started shouting and waving feverishly at the small ferry that just pulled out of the port, after quite some time, he and his travel companion found out from the port authority...THAT WAS NOT their ferry !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple from the New Mexico sat next to me at the port restaurant, started chatting and found out they'r also heading to Rethymno for a wedding, she told me&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; "i wish i had a picture of my sister cuz you guys could be twins except your lips!" THAT was surprising, either I'm loosing my 'typical' Asian features OR her sister is of mix ethnicity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and while i was just listening to 2 little Greek kids fooling around and talking to their parents, the dad and mom started asking me in broken English where i'm from and where I am going ...etc. i think they were trying to practice English, they are also heading over to Rethymno for holidays after their stay in Iraklio, even gave me their mobile number to call them, of course i didn't haha.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; THAT was NOT the only time I was offered/given a phone number that same day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll ever get used to GREEK TIME..the ferry was an hour or so late, but at least this time i was used to the speed of the FLYING CAT4.  We arrived in Iraklio port around 9pm and then I had my fingers crossed that the driver will be there still to get me to Rethymno ...1.5 hour drive!  well, driver WAS there, but the next 1.5 hour was crazy life advice/conversation IN GREEK!! from the driver in his 50s  (said he was working in shipping business in TW 30 years ago). imagine, i was dead tired , but for safety precausions, didn't think i should fall asleep.  the drive from Iraklio-Rethymno was not a well lit 'I see lights' kinda drive...it's a bit nerv wreking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the 'nice meaning well' driver, i should find a nice Greek boy to marry since I speak Greek and single...etc. etc. funny thing, he wasn't welling to marry HIS own daughter off so soon. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;At one point, he kinda realized that he was giving too much advice "you must think i'm a malakas' he said to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, finally we got into Rethymno, it's about close to 11pm, then the driver told me the street to the hotel is closed for cars, so i had to drag my luggage walking 10 minutes (okay, it felt longer cuz i had to ask people if I'm any way near as i walked). finally found the place, entrance is an alley way. the hotel staff was quite pleasant and goodness, the room was the nicest and biggest bathroom, bed of all the hotels i'v stayed in so far. (and good flate screen tv...very important).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so dead tired after cleaned up bit, called and let people know i got into the place...&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; i didn't even lock the door...as i found out the next morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. and i thought the 20 minutes drive alone in the taxi around 10pm from Thessalonik airport to the hotel 8 years ago was crazy...compare to this one...THAT was nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-7325584670421483525?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/7325584670421483525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=7325584670421483525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/7325584670421483525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/7325584670421483525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2010/08/retro-trip-crete-rethymno-arrival-july.html' title='RETRO TRIP - Crete Rethymno arrival July 20'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGTYCK0svkI/AAAAAAAAAZY/LEFYJV9zsQw/s72-c/P7230674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-6280422924796308281</id><published>2010-08-11T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T19:56:53.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RETRO TRIP -Santorini July 17-20</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGNihctbf-I/AAAAAAAAAZA/VFgKM34gLcE/s1600/P7180152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGNihctbf-I/AAAAAAAAAZA/VFgKM34gLcE/s200/P7180152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504351496358821858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGNig_NhRNI/AAAAAAAAAY4/goYNshl7n0o/s1600/P7180270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGNig_NhRNI/AAAAAAAAAY4/goYNshl7n0o/s200/P7180270.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504351488440354002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGNigKNKIWI/AAAAAAAAAYw/4HEjnSeQ-VA/s1600/P7170661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 51px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGNigKNKIWI/AAAAAAAAAYw/4HEjnSeQ-VA/s200/P7170661.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504351474211758434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Stayed at Firostefani, 15min. walking distance to Fira  (nice, sunny sea shore view). There's a spot where people waits for the sunset.  The ferry pulled in bit before sunset, the natural beauty of the volcanic island is quite stunning, overwhelming. pretty much "WOWED" by it. took me a while to get used to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the island is long but narrow, buildings are built layers upon layers, it's kinda funny how pretty much every hotel also has swimming pool.  saw some swallows flying about, prob. has their nests on the cliffs.  stayed at Sophia hotel, have breakfast and internet at Milos Cafe across from it, the Cafe has a great view of the sea side, the fresh air and evening view from the top of the cafe is breathtaking, but i never remembered to take the camera with me.  later in the stay, i had discovered the roof of the hotel is a perfect place for sunset and sunrise pictures. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; woke up early one morning to wait for the sunrise, it's been a while since i'v actually seen sunrise&lt;/span&gt; no one seems to go up there, managed to use timer to take pictures up there all on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there'r some funny souvenir items in Fira. there's the cable cars (shorter ride than i expected), donkeyed up or down to the Old port-Fira centre which i did, the donkey body is rough, my mule/donkey (i dont' know which it was) loved the edges of the wall as we go up, pretty much bruised my calf and it charged right through the donkey crowd heading opposite our direction &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; oh and NO ONE leads the donkey, once it gets a rider, OFF it went on its own!! pretty scary at first but it was fun after a while&lt;/span&gt; the people in charge won't let the older ladies ride the donkies though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went on the boat to head over to the volcanoe, when the boat arrived, there were lots boats there already, so we had to go from boat to boat to get on to the volcanoe. the volcanoe is quite impressive, though bit of walking to the crater.  there are 2 paths set out for visitors , any place outside those bounds might encounter loose rocks and unstable grounds.  Met a Chinese mom and daughter from Toronto, but i guess I don't look chinese, we just chatted in English. we had to wait for the right boat to come by to get back to Fira OR if one's heading to other destinations (like hotspring..etc.) hops on a different boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bused to Oia one day, it's even more pretty there, not as many people as Fira of course.  didn't like the fact that beaches are not as accessable as in Mykonos, had to walk bit to the red beach. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; only bummer of the trip is actually the closing of Akrotiri site off to the public!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I luv the appetizer choices, which sometimes are limted here in Van's restaurants.  Santorini wine is awesome though i only drink white lately.  &lt;br /&gt;Dead tired by the afternoon cuz of the early sunrise gig then went off for the last walk in Fira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-6280422924796308281?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/6280422924796308281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=6280422924796308281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/6280422924796308281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/6280422924796308281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2010/08/retro-trip-santorini-july-17-20.html' title='RETRO TRIP -Santorini July 17-20'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGNihctbf-I/AAAAAAAAAZA/VFgKM34gLcE/s72-c/P7180152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-5121431363320610558</id><published>2010-08-11T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T01:09:04.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RETRO TRIP- Mykonos July 14-17</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGJaZqKs8hI/AAAAAAAAAYg/fhfm5UmRsxw/s1600/P7140162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGJaZqKs8hI/AAAAAAAAAYg/fhfm5UmRsxw/s200/P7140162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504061091462574610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; while I knew i had dudged a flight srike by one day, i knew it was too easy, everytime i travel, there's some kinda transportation mishap...got into Mykonos, walked out the small airport and looking for the sign that has my name on it..nope, nope, nope, no sign of the p/u , even asked the people that were there&lt;br /&gt;. TIP: ALWAYS GET A PUBLIC PHONE CARD which thankfully i had to call find out what happened. there was a couple who didn't have the phone card and having hard time even trying to call their travel agent!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, transportation sorted, stayed at Kosmoplaz hotel at Platis Gialos, right at the beach, did some serious floating there hha, ..and the hotel staff 's very helpful (a shoutout to Dimitrios!!), the hotel restaurant staff's really funny too. &lt;br /&gt; I loved it that everyone speaks at least 3 languages fluently. i saved lots $ by NOT going on guided tours. bused around, it's not far from Mykonos Hora. &lt;br /&gt;speaking of, the second time i went into the Xora, almost lost, walked all the way to the port, bit far from Fabrika Sq. for the buses. good thing the walk's always entertaining and fun with diff. stores, and people's houses. &lt;br /&gt;No clubbing, but hey,  i think I know where the post office is without getting lost or asking! post office has AC...good thing for a hot hot day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my first frappe !! had yogourt and honey every morning..yum yum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delos was fabulous, very hot and major site to walk around but tottally worth it. boat to-return ticket 15. i think some guided stuff was like 30 or more than that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a balcony, was windy and hot, so laundry was a no brainer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P.S. I didn't see any birds on the beach...maybe they were up flying while i was there, didn't see any sea creatures either :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-5121431363320610558?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/5121431363320610558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=5121431363320610558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/5121431363320610558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/5121431363320610558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2010/08/retro-trip-mykonos-july-14-17.html' title='RETRO TRIP- Mykonos July 14-17'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGJaZqKs8hI/AAAAAAAAAYg/fhfm5UmRsxw/s72-c/P7140162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-9137664906624896261</id><published>2010-08-09T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T01:15:50.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RETRO TRIP -Athens July 11-13</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGJcJh7rP_I/AAAAAAAAAYo/u6Cw4kPv3gU/s1600/P7120074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGJcJh7rP_I/AAAAAAAAAYo/u6Cw4kPv3gU/s200/P7120074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504063013397413874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; A day to remember, not only b/c that was the moment of World Cup Final but it was the day that after 8 years of thinking, and more thinking, finally setting out on this trip on my own (granted, i had transportation and accomadation sorted, after all, i aren't the backpacking type!)  There were some serious doubts of actually backing out due to the news on strikes, but with everything all lined up as it should, I SIMPLY HAD TO GO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a route that i'v not flown before, next to me sat a grandma who hasn't been back to Greece for 13 years, so i had her tagged along once we realized she's gonna be on the same connecting flight. the part of Frankfurti airport we were at has no AC, forturnately i had packed pair of shorts 2 change into.  Frankfurt A is freaking big, had to walk 'far far away' from where were were to the next depart gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skipping over to the most exciting part of my Athens arrival, the Amazon hotel is about 5 minutes walk from Syntagma Square (fortunately, no protesting there when i was there), not far from plaka and not far from Monastiraki.  made sure i got myself a phone card from the periptero and called my friend whom i hasn't seen for 10 years.  neither of us can believe I finally made it there &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; still can't believe it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the following morning, I had checked out the neighbourhood, there are some tourists but not as many as i had expected,  The afternoon consited of the walking tour of Athens I had signed myself up for.  walked for 4 hours ...yep &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; in my fliplops!!&lt;/span&gt; went through, A. Acropolis, Agora, Temple of Zeus, national Gardens, Parliament, herodes Atticus, Plaka, Monastiraki (touristy flea market), the Olympic Stadium, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. there's a guy in the flea market that used 2 live in winnepeg, but i didn't buy anything from him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-9137664906624896261?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/9137664906624896261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=9137664906624896261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/9137664906624896261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/9137664906624896261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2010/08/retro-trip-athens-july-11-13.html' title='RETRO TRIP -Athens July 11-13'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGJcJh7rP_I/AAAAAAAAAYo/u6Cw4kPv3gU/s72-c/P7120074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-2819560605150301459</id><published>2010-07-08T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T23:18:55.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Goodbye season</title><content type='html'>tis the season to say goodbye....so many of the kids are leaving in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;it used to be difficult but now it's getting better.&lt;br /&gt;well, this year I'll surely miss some kids since I'v known them since they were so small! &lt;br /&gt;hopefully will be around to say bye to them.&lt;br /&gt;some families , i'm gonna really miss....ha..no more ogling sad..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-2819560605150301459?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/2819560605150301459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=2819560605150301459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/2819560605150301459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/2819560605150301459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2010/07/goodbye-season.html' title='the Goodbye season'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-1483712088414346656</id><published>2010-07-08T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T23:04:52.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart breaking....in a good way</title><content type='html'>totally forgot to blog this...&lt;br /&gt;while ago, I had ask a kid, 'what do you wanna do when you grow up?" we were&lt;br /&gt;talking about community helpers, so I was expecting answers like police, firefighters, construction&lt;br /&gt;worker...etc. but the kid said without hesitation and in a matter of fact manner " I'm gonna take care of Stella"&lt;br /&gt;(Stella is the baby sister!)&lt;br /&gt;Now, THAT is some brotherly luv in its purist sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-1483712088414346656?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/1483712088414346656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=1483712088414346656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/1483712088414346656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/1483712088414346656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2010/07/heart-breakingin-good-way.html' title='Heart breaking....in a good way'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-4233815974179096227</id><published>2010-07-05T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T18:56:18.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VENICE !!! Mid Day Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.venicetheseries.com/blog/2010/07/mid-day-fun/"&gt;Mid Day Fun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freaking exciting, Venice season 2 in production. Crystal Chappell is da bomb!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-4233815974179096227?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.venicetheseries.com/blog/2010/07/mid-day-fun/' title='VENICE !!! 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Mid Day Fun'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-2397383121747289288</id><published>2010-06-10T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T19:36:08.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>surprising publication..embarrassing</title><content type='html'>well, think i got a bit of the distraction i was asking for. came home, found a parcel sent from Ellada, first i thought it was auntie Stav. who had send me thing, but don't recall her telling me that. ripped open the parcel, it's a bloody book in English.&lt;br /&gt;I was puzzled at first, but then looked closely, it's from the 2002 conference in Thessaloniki, skimed over the table of content, spoted some of my friends' name and their paper title ...then i saw my paper in print!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure my extremely intellegent friends are used to having their paper and work published, but goodness, i'v never seen MY paper in print, in a bloody thick book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid to read the paper i wrote so many years ago and under very interesting 'living' situation. Truth be told, I was more concentrated on the other things i was learning and people i was meeting during that time.&lt;br /&gt;hmm....hope the other people don't read the paper and think "WHAT THE HECK IS THIS PERSON fr. CANADA writing about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking back, i could have chosen a different topic... oh well. it's done, in print.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-2397383121747289288?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/2397383121747289288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=2397383121747289288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/2397383121747289288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/2397383121747289288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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of'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-1618069070084391071</id><published>2010-05-18T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T00:49:46.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>U tell me then I'll tell you!</title><content type='html'>Was talking to mom and discussion of how many Taiwanese people my age we know are learning Japanese and have this Japanese cultural fanatic thing going on..then i realized, Why do people always ask me or tease me about me learning Greek and loving the culture (the bad and the good), but never do they tell, ask  WHY they learn Japanese or fanatic about the culture?  or get teased about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so the land and people were occupied for 50 years but is that enough of a connection and reason for individual person who like Japanese and the culture?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-1618069070084391071?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/1618069070084391071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=1618069070084391071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/1618069070084391071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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understand social cues anymore, well, unless they really need to ask about something (except @douleia mou..they'r not supposed to), of course that's a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, on the bus, plugged in, had my Bekas read at hand, this elderly lady started telling me where she's going, i was been polite, unplugged and listened to her for bit. not long after i replugged then next came a slightly drunk guy, asked me what i was reading and started telling me about yugoslavia and religion and of course started to ask me where i'm from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-6276637569173418198?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/6276637569173418198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-2382276962378529814</id><published>2010-04-09T16:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T16:21:53.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Cross Buns</title><content type='html'>my first encounter w/ hot cross bunsShare&lt;br /&gt; Wednesday, 31 March 2010 at 23:05 | Edit note | Delete&lt;br /&gt;well, sort of. i was 3 or 4 years old, never had hot cross buns but I sang the song like there's no tomorrow. learned it from a tape...this is my version of the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hot cross buns, hot cross buns, one a penny, two a penny hot cross buns...(nothing wrong here), INDIANA JONES lalalalala, one a penny two a penny hot cross buns!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, thing is, I'v never even seen Indiana Jones!!, fact is my level of English was not even conversational level. no idea how Indiana Jones got into hot cross buns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never had a hot cross bun till many many years after ....but, we will sing my version of the hot cross bun song at home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-2382276962378529814?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/2382276962378529814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=2382276962378529814' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/2382276962378529814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/S3ZIjQytc7I/AAAAAAAAAXI/InxfVhOEnDs/s1600-h/P2120372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 56px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/S3ZIjQytc7I/AAAAAAAAAXI/InxfVhOEnDs/s200/P2120372.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437613370736735154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 Opening Ceremony Robson Square Feb 12 FridayShare&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Rain, Wind WE ARE HERE!!! managed to get to leave work on time arrived right at VAG where there's the live broadcast, i managed to stand on something part of the lights set up, for a vertically challenged person, it's great to be able to get on that to take pix of the crowd. @BC Pavillion&lt;br /&gt;crowd went wild when Team Canada came out. mom was rooting for Michael J. Fox to be the last lighter, humph. not him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't as many people as I thought there but throughout the city there are quite a few celebration, broadcasting sites. my hands were freezing cuz i took the mittens with the same hand..bah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i asked the police officers to take my pictures to prove I was really there! okay and maybe some vids haha. still not perfected taking pix on my own. I wanna try the zip line thing on Robson!! Left earlier cuz didn't wanna get caught up in traffic, and bumm, i missed Gretsky! oh well, that's the THIRD time this month i missed the 'who's who's of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k d lang !!! goodness that woman can sing. no Celine yet but i'd like to see k d and Celine perform together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-7397804295983338954?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/7397804295983338954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=7397804295983338954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/7397804295983338954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/7397804295983338954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2010/02/2010-opening-ceremony-robson-square-feb.html' title='2010 Opening Ceremony Robson Square Feb 12 Friday'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/S3ZIjQytc7I/AAAAAAAAAXI/InxfVhOEnDs/s72-c/P2120372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-307989026297774537</id><published>2010-02-11T21:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T22:14:39.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUT and PROUD Olympics 2010 Vancouver!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/S3TnRDI6c9I/AAAAAAAAAXA/cWx-D8Og6SQ/s1600-h/P2110293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/S3TnRDI6c9I/AAAAAAAAAXA/cWx-D8Og6SQ/s200/P2110293.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437224930229515218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ut and Proud! Olympics 105 day 2010 Torch Relay Feb. 11 Kits.Share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of..the GYRO won..I had to make it a Greek day. &lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm talking about physically getting OUT there and be Proud of Canadians and whichever country you'r rooting for. That's what I was at tonight from 5:40pm ish to 7ish. The rain was a bit of a drag, photo ops involve dudging the flags, the elbows and the umbrellas ou, and rain drops! but a bit before the flame arrives, it had stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people started pooling in on to the sidewalks and street on West Broadway, the police officers were quite amiable and really think it's quite a job they'r doing. the crowd keep crossing the 'white line' and there wasn't really any traffic control before the Torch arrives, so buses and cars had to go real slow along the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the who's and who's in Kits. Greek town as i always call it were there. didn't know which was the point that the actual passing relay was so i missed THAT photo op. and some pix sucked b/c couldn't find people be able to take a good one for me. and the torch guy went pretty fast, lesson learned, should have use video ! the lights around were making some troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be truthful, i think it's an experience to have, you see people of all sorts showing their patriotism, there'r some countries i know can learn THAT particular lesson from us Canadians. WE ROCK!!! yep, i could feel my heart rate and i was not even running.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-307989026297774537?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/307989026297774537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=307989026297774537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/307989026297774537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/307989026297774537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2010/02/out-and-proud-olympics-2010-vancouver.html' title='OUT and PROUD Olympics 2010 Vancouver!'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/S3TnRDI6c9I/AAAAAAAAAXA/cWx-D8Og6SQ/s72-c/P2110293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-6167480179146551129</id><published>2010-02-07T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T19:38:48.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>as promised....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/S2-HGbSaaGI/AAAAAAAAAW4/hxITQtbswAg/s1600-h/IMG_0285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/S2-HGbSaaGI/AAAAAAAAAW4/hxITQtbswAg/s200/IMG_0285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435711819733428322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/S2-HF0QVtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/-rKjSzZoY58/s1600-h/OV5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 53px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/S2-HF0QVtmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/-rKjSzZoY58/s200/OV5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435711809255749218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/S2-HFUUGLCI/AAAAAAAAAWo/8yzr03Kg-hI/s1600-h/DSCI7350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/S2-HFUUGLCI/AAAAAAAAAWo/8yzr03Kg-hI/s200/DSCI7350.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435711800681573410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out the flickr site i have for Olymplified pix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but here.&lt;br /&gt;the Taiwanese (ROC) in me that says: what do you mean i can't bloody use the nation's proper name to enter the game? and wait, do we even have atheletes for winter Olympics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 the Canadian in me says: YAY Olympics in Vancouver, the other 1/2 of the Candian in me says :BOO Olympics in Vancouver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 'Greek' in me that says: loud and proud, it's from Greece! ...and the Brits should give back what they took...(you know what it is!) or no flame!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-6167480179146551129?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/6167480179146551129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=6167480179146551129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/6167480179146551129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/6167480179146551129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2010/02/as-promised.html' title='as promised....'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/S2-HGbSaaGI/AAAAAAAAAW4/hxITQtbswAg/s72-c/IMG_0285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-7735708030896311365</id><published>2010-02-05T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T16:50:09.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VANCOUVER OLYMPLIFIED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/S2y8Ff9zWAI/AAAAAAAAAV4/MVOqWqYKeCM/s1600-h/2006-01-14+13_25_18.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/S2y8Ff9zWAI/AAAAAAAAAV4/MVOqWqYKeCM/s200/2006-01-14+13_25_18.BMP" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434925652995430402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/S2y8FHZ_5-I/AAAAAAAAAVw/IxQHFGie80Q/s1600-h/2006-01-14+12_24_26.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/S2y8FHZ_5-I/AAAAAAAAAVw/IxQHFGie80Q/s200/2006-01-14+12_24_26.BMP" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434925646402807778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VANCOUVER OLYMPLIFIED!&lt;br /&gt;okay, will i get sued by VANOC? has anyone ever used the word "Olymplified' before?&lt;br /&gt;so, prob. many of us are conflicted with having to be the host of the Olympics and also the sloush of 'baggages" that come with it during and after. &lt;br /&gt;righto, it would be nice if I don't have to go anywhere during the time. before i get out to capture HOW the city's been Olymplified. here's a pic or two of the ancient olympia site. i have more but will have to dig them out.(one of the pic is not though)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-7735708030896311365?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/7735708030896311365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=7735708030896311365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/7735708030896311365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/7735708030896311365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2010/02/vancouver-olymplified.html' title='VANCOUVER OLYMPLIFIED!'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/S2y8Ff9zWAI/AAAAAAAAAV4/MVOqWqYKeCM/s72-c/2006-01-14+13_25_18.BMP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-8640812861244095393</id><published>2010-01-31T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:58:22.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thessaloniki Nostalgia Society</title><content type='html'>generally, i'm just nostalgic for Greece but just minutes ago, i was clearing up some email that i had kept, came across one 2002, my trip and quite uniqe experience with load of law students and lawyers from all over the world in Thessaloniki. (shout out to Michael T. Julia and Anna!).&lt;br /&gt;this email from one of those genius law student had brought up the little stuff that i'd forgotten==&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I miss bus 2/7/10/14/17, I miss gyros at 3 a.m., I miss Ouzo, I miss&lt;br /&gt;Very Koko, I miss the excitement of nearly getting killed every time I&lt;br /&gt;cross the road, I miss yelling 'malaka!' in revenge, I miss Plateia&lt;br /&gt;Aristotelous, I miss sleeping to the soothing voice of prof. Koufa,, I miss room parties" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah, I remember doing some of my Linguistics assignments during some of those lectures, I NEVER yelled 'malaka' though. it was tempting to join the protesters at the Plateia (which seems to happen alot there), the room parties got 'heated' (okay, I'm sure the Bulgarian girl would LOVE me now that my Greek's better i can translate for her and the Greek guy..heehee),I wonder if that club's still there? live salsa music ! and some homeless guy in thessaloniki might be still using my vodka/water bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; My only regret, i didn't have a digital camera then!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-8640812861244095393?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/8640812861244095393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=8640812861244095393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/8640812861244095393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/8640812861244095393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2010/01/thessaloniki-nostalgia-society.html' title='Thessaloniki Nostalgia Society'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-2378190766864868482</id><published>2010-01-07T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T17:20:58.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pimping</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lhRykzCY73E&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-2378190766864868482?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4dec6c4076b2378&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/2378190766864868482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=2378190766864868482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/2378190766864868482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/2378190766864868482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2010/01/pimping.html' title='pimping'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-4804196371632525965</id><published>2010-01-01T20:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T20:06:57.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally, maybe projects proceeds</title><content type='html'>for months i'v been trying to figure out how to edit and now that i'v found the perfect song for the numerious clips,&lt;br /&gt;now all it's gonna take is time.  Well, let's see if it turns out the way i want it.&lt;br /&gt;course, there's the other projects to proceed, some of them have been sitting there for ages, crazy!! must finish them this year and let's say think i have time...but then, we never know eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-4804196371632525965?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/4804196371632525965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=4804196371632525965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/4804196371632525965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/4804196371632525965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2010/01/finally-maybe-projects-proceeds.html' title='finally, maybe projects proceeds'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-3075307146304590905</id><published>2009-12-13T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T17:24:31.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doubts</title><content type='html'>The decision was 20 years ago, she wouldn't talk about what really prompted the decision, there WAS a reason, a story that goes with it, but one knows the story told many times was prob. not enough a reason.  It's not an easy lifestyle, alot of restrictions on too many things, most of all, to express emotions in the physical sense, sure, there's compassion but what else can be visibly expressed? Whie she was awya, there was certain freedom but now that she has returned to the original site, there is less freedom.  wonder, how does she feel now? does she ever regret the decision? surely, many have tried asking her that, but none got the answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-3075307146304590905?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/3075307146304590905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=3075307146304590905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/3075307146304590905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/3075307146304590905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/12/doubts.html' title='Doubts'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-3107265221425832192</id><published>2009-12-10T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:09:16.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what do they see?</title><content type='html'>everyone, every building, street, the air, the food, the general atmosphere, it's all familiar with a hint of foreigness or maybe the only foreign thing is me.it's amazing how the body remembers skilfully dodging the scooters and cars sqeezing by so closely. I'm even used to the stares of my own people. I wonder what it is they see when they see me, even the families? funny how they either want me to move back or trying to marry me off (humph, good luck with that one!) I didn' spend years to get used to one place just to move back upon their words. easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;it's an island..the islanders never really get rid of their certain narromindedness...some would disagree but u can't change the fact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-3107265221425832192?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/3107265221425832192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=3107265221425832192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/3107265221425832192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/3107265221425832192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-do-they-see.html' title='what do they see?'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-9137077170710007176</id><published>2009-11-14T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T22:10:35.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the world in her eyes</title><content type='html'>sometimes i look into her blue eyes ; i see the fearlessness, the edgeiness&lt;br /&gt;always seems to sense it all but unfazed;sometimes a staring contest silently occurs;&lt;br /&gt;can't help but wonder, what is it that she's thinking? never intrigued for the many i'v seen;&lt;br /&gt;but this one, i can sense the extreme όλα τα πράγματα είναι όλα ή κανένα, it's not the battle of the will, but it's in the earning of σεβασμός και λατρεία...perhaps those are the things και οι δύο καταλαβαίνουμε.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm wrong maybe i'm right...time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-9137077170710007176?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/9137077170710007176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=9137077170710007176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/9137077170710007176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/9137077170710007176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/11/world-in-her-eyes.html' title='the world in her eyes'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-7649663041997897407</id><published>2009-11-14T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T16:33:49.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mortality</title><content type='html'>is it the fear of none existence&lt;br /&gt;the fear of not feeling&lt;br /&gt;and the fear of not knowing.&lt;br /&gt;thinking about it a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;the thin line between &lt;br /&gt;life and death&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-7649663041997897407?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/7649663041997897407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=7649663041997897407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/7649663041997897407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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B line, all's well in the cold night , moving my feet to Tarkan and watching this car broken down 2nd time. some good people helping out, then out of no where (or so it seems to be), heard bang, bang, screech bang! lifted my attention to the intersecion close to the other side of street, a pick up truck screeched fast down west of broadway without breaking, while an suv swarved towards the curb right infront of the Kafe, before it got there, it had already hit 3 other cars. people ran over to help the person who's still in the suv, hope the person was okay. and freaking hope whoever in that pickup gets what's coming....unbeleivable!! then, just saw a person threw a can on the sidewalk running 4 the bus, and the person's porch is just one throw away, y not threw it back at his own porch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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accident'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-4284556352126613309</id><published>2009-10-23T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T20:01:14.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't spell N it aren't my fault!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;first: PHONICS don't work esp. for EAL learners in primary school. anyway I'v always say that English's the most diff. lang. for me yet, and seriously i can't spell properly in English. today, that has been confirmed! the reason is : b/c 'modern' English seems to be living in the time capsule of 1600s least some good Dr. expert on this said this. right, and he also told of a sad sad story of how an EAL kid didn't get the support he needed and pretty much ended his own life, cease his own existence. and right, more on what happened to my brain today later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-4284556352126613309?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/4284556352126613309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=4284556352126613309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/4284556352126613309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/4284556352126613309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-cant-spell-n-it-arent-my-fault.html' title='I can&apos;t spell N it aren&apos;t my fault!'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-1840984431291853956</id><published>2009-10-15T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T22:27:41.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>am i going crazy?!</title><content type='html'>when the kids are so slow, i started telling them Ελα Ελα παιδι μου...maybe they didn't really hear it but..they'll prob. &lt;br /&gt;wondering who IS Ela?&lt;br /&gt;oy, Mr. Φογκ is fogging up my brain. he'll be done the 80 days around the world while i'm still writing the summary for 2 chapters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-1840984431291853956?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/1840984431291853956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=1840984431291853956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/1840984431291853956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/1840984431291853956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/10/am-i-going-crazy.html' title='am i going crazy?!'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-7915606826546475501</id><published>2009-10-14T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:02:36.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what just happened?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; got off the transit, and saw 2 transit workers taking pix of 3 very cute transit police..not sure what that was about. but the transit police were...very cute..even writers' fest. has arrived in a stealth manner or maybe i'v been living in a bubble?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-7915606826546475501?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/7915606826546475501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=7915606826546475501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/7915606826546475501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/7915606826546475501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-just-happened.html' title='what just happened?'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-2218366631803454362</id><published>2009-10-13T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:12:58.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in the spirit of Diwali</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Yes, in the spirit of Diwali, I'v lighted the candles in circle, shown the kids the designs, the fact book with real pix in them, but there was the tape of Ravi Shankar. decided to put it on while i show the book, while they draw their designs and as the 2 candles flamed on.  At first, was worried that the quick tempo of the sitar piece might trigger the dancing bugs in the kids, yet amazingly, not one of them moved, they listened intensely, i wish i had captured the look on "miss wiggly' , she of all people had the most intensive look while Shankar worked the sitar magic. prob. none of them have ever heard. &lt;br /&gt;in the novels, it's often shown that many of the kung fu masters often challenges each other in the forms of the musical instruments they play, it can make u and it can break u, it tugs at the heart, the mind...the body's lost in the process..and TODAy, Master Shankar has proven the power of sitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-2218366631803454362?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-5483338907822309979</id><published>2009-10-13T00:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T00:29:11.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>something made me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;something made me think of you today, next weekish u'd have passed on for a year.&lt;br /&gt;maybe of ur passing, reminds me, somethings are worth living for, somethings have lives of their own&lt;br /&gt;and somethings just not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;and U are definitely the kinda person I'd love to have kept that connection.&lt;br /&gt;we'll see u ..whenever. hope ur happy wherever it is ur at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-5483338907822309979?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/5483338907822309979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=5483338907822309979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/5483338907822309979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/5483338907822309979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/10/something-made-me.html' title='something made me...'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-5232030120549058115</id><published>2009-10-10T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T20:31:54.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE PURE INNOCENCE// η καθαρή αθωότητα</title><content type='html'>THE PURE INNOCENCE// η καθαρή αθωότητα&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;©Σαμπρινα Τ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the words spoken can't take them back&lt;br /&gt;Οι λέξεις έχουν ειπωθεί, δε μπορώ να τις πάρω πίσω&lt;br /&gt;一言既出無可收回&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the knife went in, wounds made, bloodshed, scars remain&lt;br /&gt;Τα μαχαίρι μπήκε, οι πληγές έγιναν, το αίμα χύθηκε, τα σημάδια μένουν&lt;br /&gt;刀入， 傷創， 血流， 痕依舊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how clean is the clean slate?&lt;br /&gt;Πόσο άγραφο είναι το άγραφο χαρτί;&lt;br /&gt;清白的板岩是有多清白？ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no way to tell&lt;br /&gt;Δεν υπάρχει  τόπος να πεις Δε μπορείς να ξέρεις.&lt;br /&gt;無法得知&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fire aiding the rebirths of the phoenix &lt;br /&gt;Η φωτιά βοηθάει τις αναγεννήσεις του Φοινικα&lt;br /&gt;火助鳳凰重生&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet will the less pleasant deeds be burned 2 ashes &lt;br /&gt;Ακόμα και οι λιγότερο ευχάριστες πράξεις θα γίνουν στάχτη&lt;br /&gt;然而，不宜之行能被燒成灰盡麽？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awaits the rebirth of innocence that never comes&lt;br /&gt;Περιμεένει την αναγέννηση της αθωότητας που δεν έρχεται ποτέ&lt;br /&gt;等候永不到來無罪的重生&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;impurity of the thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Ακαθαρσία των σκέψεων&lt;br /&gt;不潔的想法 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how will it be washed off&lt;br /&gt;Πώς θα την ξεπλύνεις&lt;br /&gt;它如何將被洗滌&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nay, forever it wil be tainted&lt;br /&gt;Όχι, για πάντα θα είναι μολυσμένη&lt;br /&gt;不，它永遠將被染&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no turning back&lt;br /&gt;Δεν υπάρχει  επιστροφή&lt;br /&gt;沒有回轉的餘地&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite the promises of the powers&lt;br /&gt;Παρά τις υποσχέσεις των δυνάμεων&lt;br /&gt;儘管有權者的承諾&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is what it is&lt;br /&gt;Αυτό είναι&lt;br /&gt;它就是如此&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is how we are made&lt;br /&gt;Είναι το πώς γινόμαστε&lt;br /&gt;我們是如此而造&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: thanks to θεια with the corrections!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-5232030120549058115?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/5232030120549058115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-2898294142383060761</id><published>2009-10-07T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:35:52.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>words words ...BITCHY&gt;....</title><content type='html'>best 2 lines i'v heard today:&lt;br /&gt;- "the sky is moving!'&lt;br /&gt;-different version of our fav. song "BITchy BITchy spider went up the water spout" THANKS Kari and Aidan!&lt;br /&gt;most relaxed workshop i'v been to: the anger resides at heart, the fear in mind and the nervousness resides in the tummy.&lt;br /&gt;where do urs reside?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-2898294142383060761?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-4128123657417069558</id><published>2009-10-04T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T15:03:45.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Discoveries</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; found out a few things today / ran into some people today. all randomly. found out where the yoga place moved to , ran into a former parent alumni from work in the same sword class, we did quite a bit , now i just have to remember the forms! found out where the ex-French instructor lives..that was randomly too (honestly!! i did not stalk anyone this time) then, headed back to the Drive hood, then ran into the person who works for a family from work, and she lives around my hood too. Highlight of the day so far, talked to the Glens on the phone!! the playmobile dino's a hit..i'm happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-4128123657417069558?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/4128123657417069558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=4128123657417069558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/4128123657417069558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/4128123657417069558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-discoveries.html' title='Random Discoveries'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-887435858726025231</id><published>2009-10-03T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T18:29:38.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the moon shines...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The moon shines as it makes its journey, slowly bringing the λυκος in the 'sapien, as the planet turns, the prmitive intuition takes over, cannot be stopped, the rawness, the strengths, the insatiable thirst to be fufilled, what's left after all? the σομα goes weak with one look, barely function, the feeling of faintness, there's no escape, even, without contact &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-887435858726025231?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/887435858726025231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=887435858726025231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/887435858726025231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/887435858726025231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/10/moon-shines.html' title='the moon shines...'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-5606431971554274949</id><published>2009-10-02T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T23:54:06.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>high school?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; at this family friends party, i was asked if I was a mix of 2 or 3 cultures, or races what ever you wanna call it, someone asked mom if dad was NOT Chinese...i'v been getting that alot, anything but Chinese, i think i shuld have a tattoo that says YES I"M CHINESE. was hanging out with the kids who's age range from senior high to university freshman and then the lady said, "oh, she (meaning MOI) hangs out b/c they'r (meaning ME and the KIDS) ar the same age? ...this is the freaking first time anyone's thinkg i"m in high school still..right, i don't know what it is, no one can tell my age anymore, pretty soon, i'll be confused myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-5606431971554274949?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/5606431971554274949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=5606431971554274949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/5606431971554274949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/5606431971554274949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/10/high-school.html' title='high school?'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-4334269128509781117</id><published>2009-10-01T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T00:28:04.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's worth the $!! seriously</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; so i dont' remember how i decided to buy the ticket and go 2 the concert, maybe just the new thing i'm doing this year, LIVE and ENJOY and surely I freaking did. there were people young, old, hip, geeky, classy, gay, staright and in between sporting the Jason Mraz styled hat even some people with their young kids! place was packed, must be 2-3 hundred people in the standing area, He's the 2nd performer i'v seen perform live barefoot, the first has always been K.D. just as we thought they were done, they appeared right inthe middle of the place, sound stage performed a few more songs.it was funny watching the sea of standing people jogging from one place to another back and forth. Yep, the dude is even better LIVE, seriously, if you haven' seen him and he's heading your way, go see it. the $ is definitely worth it too...reading Matlin's book, so i tried covered my years at one point to see what kinda vibration i can feel, was pretty cool trying it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-4334269128509781117?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/4334269128509781117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=4334269128509781117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/4334269128509781117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/4334269128509781117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-worth-seriously.html' title='it&apos;s worth the $!! seriously'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-8426327031275982332</id><published>2009-09-27T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:29:27.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 buy or not 2 buy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; I'm not for one 2 buy books much, some but doens't compare to the extend I read, well, we'v got a library so I use it! anyway, aside from teen years of obsessing (or still is) over XWP and Celine, I'v bought only 2 biographies, "Madam Chung Kai Chek" and "I'll scream Later" by Marlee Matlin. see the pattern there? great ladies..seriously, if Cleopetra herself had written a biography, i'd be the first to buy it. going to see Matlin next month, i hope. maybe should review my ASL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-8426327031275982332?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/8426327031275982332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=8426327031275982332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/8426327031275982332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/8426327031275982332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/09/2-buy-or-not-2-buy.html' title='2 buy or not 2 buy?'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-8254957752957486023</id><published>2009-09-25T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:39:02.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'v told him 2 slow down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; well, 'Billy' doesn't listen very well, he's been on a rampage with this story,in the process, he's missed the bustop he's supposed to get off, writting on the bus and very reluctant to put the pen down. On the other hand, been lazy on stuff, should be reviewing and start to try the scrabble but noooo..too much time's spent online and the writtings. maybe 'Billy' will get back to finish up that painting, it's been sitting there if not done, the other ones can't be started &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-8254957752957486023?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/8254957752957486023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=8254957752957486023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/8254957752957486023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/8254957752957486023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/09/iv-told-him-2-slow-down.html' title='I&apos;v told him 2 slow down'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-2910408077714962136</id><published>2009-09-24T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T22:03:05.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>changes and energy conservation?</title><content type='html'>not talking about environment here, just this mere σομα μου.&lt;br /&gt;so looks like change's gonna happen again. well deserved for the one. &lt;br /&gt;had to shut down/ minimize the verbal faculty to conserve energy to &lt;br /&gt;function today. btw...Potter's freaking scary for kids!!! what happend to the good old classic litertures?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-2910408077714962136?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/2910408077714962136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=2910408077714962136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/2910408077714962136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/2910408077714962136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/09/changes-and-energy-conservation.html' title='changes and energy conservation?'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-8374477281469815296</id><published>2009-09-22T23:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:47:18.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's there 2 write?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I took down the brief bio. at work, not sure what to put on it anymore.  some stuff it's too cliche and some stuff too cheesy..and some stuff people does not need to know and some folks don't even get humour. maybe a picture and a name. with.."I'm sure we'll get to know each other over the years your kid's here"?&lt;br /&gt;still thinking on that. Ideas anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-8374477281469815296?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/8374477281469815296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=8374477281469815296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/8374477281469815296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/8374477281469815296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-there-2-write.html' title='what&apos;s there 2 write?'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-3607983897586210368</id><published>2009-09-18T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T18:18:14.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an emotional day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Last time I checked, it's NOT Friday the 13th and it's not full moon....if someone had looked into my brain today with the whatever colour tech. machine, they'd have found an overload active lymbic system, today's the day that every sorts of emotions you can name..came across this brain.  so glad i was not officilally due for work today, cuz it's way too much going on inside. and looking around, sounds like loads people have an overloaded emotions too. &lt;br /&gt;Goodness, I think i need a drink..but, no one here to drink with...maybe it's time to do the Placebo trick again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-3607983897586210368?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/3607983897586210368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=3607983897586210368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/3607983897586210368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/3607983897586210368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/09/emotional-day.html' title='an emotional day'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-9221494653062830087</id><published>2009-09-17T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T01:29:47.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what is a pentapus?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; If you hear a kid talks about a pentapus, chaces are the kid was in my class...but what is a PENTAPUS? very simple really, we all know octopus which has (normally) 8 tentacles hence 'octo-' . i happend to have a glove doubling as a puppet for circle time, all the puppets have names and this one has only 5 tentacles, so i named it PENTAPUS..'pente-5.' pentEpus doesn't sound as good as Pentapus..so there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentapus has a cute nose though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-9221494653062830087?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/9221494653062830087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=9221494653062830087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/9221494653062830087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/9221494653062830087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-is-pentapus.html' title='what is a pentapus?'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-5404061319119593966</id><published>2009-09-16T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:54:50.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i got 'pou'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; there's me, waiting patiently for the sweating bouncy kids to finish their gym.&lt;br /&gt;they look happy, apparently enjoying the workout and sporting big smiles for me&lt;br /&gt;when I open the door sporting the same smile on my face. they gingerly (okay...the word &lt;br /&gt;just came to me) raised the place which they'd receive a stemp from the coach..then one of them &lt;br /&gt;looked down and said " I GOT POO"!!&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i felt my nose twitch and sniffed a few times thinking 'i don't smell anything.." and the kid&lt;br /&gt;looked pretty happy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure i have the puzzled look on my face..i looked over the heads of kiddos and silently quetioned the &lt;br /&gt;coachs with my eyes (observing,they seem happy too..)..&lt;br /&gt;WHAT AM I MISSING??  and THIS ALL happened within 10 seconds..yah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then coming back aware of the same kid's voice "I got WINNIE the pooH!!'&lt;br /&gt;right...seriously, the Bear really need another name.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-5404061319119593966?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/5404061319119593966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=5404061319119593966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/5404061319119593966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/5404061319119593966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-got-pou.html' title='i got &apos;pou&apos;'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-2996436478050256704</id><published>2009-09-15T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T00:40:46.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the only....twilight</title><content type='html'>finally got myself to watch Twilight the movie, the only part that was exciting was the fighting &lt;br /&gt;scenes ...THAT was it. &lt;br /&gt;well, blame it on Buffy and Angel vampire series..they'v done it all and the sp. effects were much better..for me anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-2996436478050256704?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/2996436478050256704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=2996436478050256704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/2996436478050256704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/2996436478050256704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/09/onlytwilight.html' title='the only....twilight'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-536215758419460440</id><published>2009-09-13T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T13:21:00.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>speaking of timing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/Sq1TsrYeAoI/AAAAAAAAAVI/60dF3RmMVeg/s1600-h/IMG_0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/Sq1TsrYeAoI/AAAAAAAAAVI/60dF3RmMVeg/s200/IMG_0214.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381049156802314882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What can you say to this?....a mama would do anything for her kid! feel like it's for some kinda commercial haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-536215758419460440?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/536215758419460440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=536215758419460440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/536215758419460440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/536215758419460440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/09/speaking-of-timing.html' title='speaking of timing'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/Sq1TsrYeAoI/AAAAAAAAAVI/60dF3RmMVeg/s72-c/IMG_0214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-2307854157844516604</id><published>2009-09-09T23:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T00:50:12.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Μύθοι απο την Σαμπρινα</title><content type='html'>yes, i was compelled to write this... here goes:&lt;br /&gt;1. Μια φορα, υπήρξε ένα πρόβατο, που ειναι poly pisto kai pistevpse sτο καλύτερο σε κάθε ανθροπος. το προβατο εργαzetai οπως εαναν γαιδαρο.  Οι συναδελφοι του , του εμφανίστηκαν να είναι φιλικοί (?), alla einai πονηρές αλεπούδες!! μια μερα, το προβατο apofasise na εγκαταλείψει και ήταν το τελευταίο των προβάτων για να εγκαταλείψει.  otan to provato pistevpse oti oi alepoudes einai filoi tou akoma....mia mera, to provato  συζητούσε με τους φίλους του ονλαιν..το ειπομενη μερα, οι αλεπουδες του ειπε οτι πρεπει να σταματησει αυτο και οι αλεπουδες πριντεντ η συνομιλία.  Stin auth sunomilia, to provato den egrapse pou douleia kanei kai dean egrapse ta onomata tous alepoydes!! Einai to περσοναλ συνομιλια μεταξύ των φίλων.  oi alepoydes δεν είχαν το δικαίωμα na πριντιν την συνομιλια του προβατο.  Το προβατο ηταν shoked στη συμπεριφορά τους, το προβατο αισθάνθηκε προδομένος, giati σκέφτηκε ότι ήταν όλοι οι φίλοι στην εργασία!!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;το ηθικό διδαγμα ειναι οτι : μην εμπιστευθείτε καθενός και μην αναμίξτε την ergasia με την ευχαρίστησh!&lt;br /&gt;oy..that was..some work ! now i feel better. though, the alepoudew are lucky, cuz if the filoi tou provato didn't like what they did..the whole thing would have been legally messy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-2307854157844516604?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/2307854157844516604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=2307854157844516604' title='0 Comments'/><link 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news, recharge</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday shout outs to my Eastcoast big boy Mason!!! 4 today!! starting school too.&lt;br /&gt;felt pretty draining today...maybe it's the change of routine and overuse with brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;least i got a great news, friend just had a baby boy (not sure it's today or yesterday though), &lt;br /&gt;can't remember the name they'v chosen just remember it's a pretty name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this must be a brainstorm week for me...so many interesting things happened to close friends that required such.&lt;br /&gt;mostly upsetting and maddening but at least it allows us to see things clearly before further damage can be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, least right now i'v got GL and Otalia to be obsessed about and then..poofff it's gone in Sept.&lt;br /&gt;well, by then, i'll be back to be obsessed about my true love haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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recharge'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-8676307807349160704</id><published>2009-09-08T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:16:02.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the olden days. i'd have to be...路見不平。。</title><content type='html'>路見不平， 拔刀相助。 &lt;br /&gt;this 'bravery' or passion for seeing justice been done...&lt;br /&gt;in the olden days, i'd have to be sure that i'm skilled otherwise&lt;br /&gt;i'd have made loads of enemies and die before justice been served.&lt;br /&gt;what you say am i blabing about..&lt;br /&gt;it is, better than been a coward ....&lt;br /&gt;of course, back to current timeline, i'm sure it'd have me in trouble in no time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-8676307807349160704?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/8676307807349160704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=8676307807349160704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/8676307807349160704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/8676307807349160704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/09/olden-days-id-have-to-be.html' title='the olden days. i&apos;d have to be...路見不平。。'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-7925610108867413688</id><published>2009-09-05T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T01:39:38.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the good the bad and the uncertain</title><content type='html'>what' with today? my best shout outs to the people with bittersweet news, the people with&lt;br /&gt;happy news, the ones who can't wait any longer, the ones with uncertainly,  the ones been cheated &lt;br /&gt;and the ones been so mad, if looks and words can kill...he who had done others wrong would be dead a thousand&lt;br /&gt;deaths.&lt;br /&gt;least it's no more angst in the otalia land...something to help happy about. even it's just a freaking tv show...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-7925610108867413688?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/7925610108867413688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=7925610108867413688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/7925610108867413688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/7925610108867413688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-bad-and-uncertain.html' title='the good the bad and the uncertain'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-2762078938355495703</id><published>2009-09-03T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T23:19:49.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's there? r they complementary?</title><content type='html'>禪宗不特別要求特別的修行環境，而隨著某種機緣，偶然得道，獲得身處塵世之中，而心在塵世之外的「無念」境界，而「無念」的境界要求的不是「從凡入聖」，而更是要「從聖入凡」。得道者日常生活與常人無異，而是精神生活不同。在與日常事物接觸時，心境能夠不受外界的影響，換言之，凡人與佛只在一念之差。&lt;br /&gt;有學者認為禪宗思想，在諸多方面受到了道家莊子的啟發。&lt;br /&gt;from: http://zh.wikipedia.org/wiki/禅宗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;庄子. (道)&lt;br /&gt;天道无为.&lt;br /&gt;庄子主张顺从天道，而摒弃“人为”，摒弃人性中那些“伪”的杂质。顺从“天道”，从而与天地相通的，就是庄子所提倡的“德”。在庄子看来，真正的生活是自然而然的，因此不需要去教导什么，规定什么，而是要去掉什么，忘掉什么，忘掉成心、机心、分别心。既然如此，还用得着政治宣传、礼乐教化、仁义劝导？这些宣传、教化、劝导，&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;庄子认为都是人性中的“伪”，所以要摒弃它&lt;/span&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;from http://t-shuo.com/read.php/103.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the foundation of Stoic ethics is that good lies in the state of the soul itself; in wisdom and self-control. Stoic ethics stressed the rule: "Follow where reason leads." One must therefore strive to be free of the passions, bearing in mind that the ancient meaning of 'passion' was "anguish" or "suffering",[23] that is, "passively" reacting to external events — somewhat different from the modern use of the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stoicism&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-2762078938355495703?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/2762078938355495703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=2762078938355495703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/2762078938355495703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/2762078938355495703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-there-r-they-complementary.html' title='what&apos;s there? r they complementary?'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-2698615710148656616</id><published>2009-09-03T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:27:11.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so the tough returns</title><content type='html'>every year the kids leave and then we feel emotional , esp. last 2 years, but&lt;br /&gt;either i'm gaining my thick skin back or somethings different, this year, &lt;br /&gt;I don't feel it as much or as bad. maybe that's a good thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-2698615710148656616?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/2698615710148656616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=2698615710148656616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/2698615710148656616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/2698615710148656616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-tough-returns.html' title='so the tough returns'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-6152685166739350630</id><published>2009-08-27T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:55:42.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>was it worth it?</title><content type='html'>the labour, the tears shed, the heartache, the grudges, nagging, the anger,words&lt;br /&gt;even the smiles, and loves, what does it all mean at the end of this cycle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's it like to have the alter conciousness? why is this the one i'm with?&lt;br /&gt;will those who have passed on let on the big secret? but how can they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all been emptied. &lt;br /&gt;one day will wake up find it an alternative one...it's all one big oneiro.&lt;br /&gt;RIP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-6152685166739350630?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/6152685166739350630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=6152685166739350630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/6152685166739350630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/6152685166739350630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/08/was-it-worth-it.html' title='was it worth it?'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-1613201789980388255</id><published>2009-08-12T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T20:14:53.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>τι εμαθα;</title><content type='html'>και τι εμαθα; ροτιεμαι.&lt;br /&gt; Εμαθα οτι, δεν μπορώ να σώσω εκείνους που δεν θέλουν για να τους σωσω.&lt;br /&gt; Εμαθα οτι, δεν πειραζει πως τους αγαπω, τα παιδια δεν ειναι δικοι μου.&lt;br /&gt; Εμαθα οτι, μερικες φορες η φροντίδα μου φέρνει πάρα πολύ το πρόβλημα. (δεν ξέρω άν αυτή η πρόταση είναι σωστή)&lt;br /&gt;Εμαθα οτι, μηπως δεν πρέπει να εμμείνω στις αρχές μου.&lt;br /&gt;Εμαθα οτι, Έχω δει όλες τις κοινωνικές τάξεις, δεν θα πατρονάρω απο τους.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ετσι ειναι για αυτη η στιγμη.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-1613201789980388255?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/1613201789980388255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=1613201789980388255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/1613201789980388255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/1613201789980388255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='τι εμαθα;'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-7558203039482492241</id><published>2009-07-28T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:04:25.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy bug/zouzou here!!</title><content type='html'>I had meaning to  blog the Halifax vacation sta ellinika , but procrastinating it. &lt;br /&gt;seems the swimming time is taken up most of ..er the time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to doze off around 11 ish on some days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the heat really's making me thinking of cutting my hair short again!'&lt;br /&gt;the view in Vancouver is faboulous. we live in one pretty city with teh gorgeous view&lt;br /&gt;the heat out made me wish we should have the platia..where we can walk around the platia after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;i miss that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found a dead bumble bee in my garden, i think it died of sunstroke, if that's possible or it was too stuffed? don't know, it didn't tell me how it died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweat..sweat...it's actually good.   the new swim suit is creating different tan lines. counting sta ellinika while i do the freesyle really helps, or singing Baby Beluga in my head, dont' know why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-7558203039482492241?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/7558203039482492241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=7558203039482492241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/7558203039482492241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/7558203039482492241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/07/lazy-bugzouzou-here.html' title='lazy bug/zouzou here!!'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-7381869255819997963</id><published>2009-07-20T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:25:37.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting week</title><content type='html'>I had quite an interesting week, road trips around Vancouver and the suburbs visiting centres, found out so much about different places.&lt;br /&gt;went over the Golden Ears Bridge. people who did their own renovation of a 'dump' house which even the bugs and the rats don't wanna live in it.&lt;br /&gt;honing my other office admin. skills., memory practices.&lt;br /&gt;great mentors, and love bird nests with poop!&lt;br /&gt;It was only one week, but i do miss the blunt and honest scots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-7381869255819997963?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/7381869255819997963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=7381869255819997963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/7381869255819997963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/7381869255819997963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/07/interesting-week.html' title='interesting week'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-983838455337680522</id><published>2009-06-29T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:03:42.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one thing I should never be allowed</title><content type='html'>figured out one thing I should never be allowed to do is ..&lt;br /&gt;SEWING!!! hopeless with the needels and it's just a bloody little botton!&lt;br /&gt;gish...&lt;br /&gt;right that and doing the hair for the girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-983838455337680522?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/983838455337680522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=983838455337680522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/983838455337680522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/983838455337680522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-thing-i-should-never-be-allowed.html' title='one thing I should never be allowed'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-6506271427467385775</id><published>2009-06-28T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:48:01.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greek Summer festival</title><content type='html'>Πηγαμε στο Greek Summer festival για το βραδινο μας.  Οταν ειχαμε τελειωσει τα φαγιτα μας, υπηρξει μια οικογενεια με τρια παιδια, το δευτερο παιδι χορευψε πανω απο την καρεκλα.  Ξεφνικα, αρχησε να αγγισει τα παντελονι μου,  με κοκκινο buttons.. και του ρωτησα "σ'αρεσουν" , το παιδι γελησει λιγο και noded his head. &lt;br /&gt;δεν ηταν  φοβισμενος  και δεν ξερει οτι, του μιλουσα στα Ελληνικα!&lt;br /&gt;και το μωρο τησ εικογενεια, ηταν πιο αστειο με δυο μεγαλα ορμοφα ματια.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-6506271427467385775?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/6506271427467385775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=6506271427467385775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/6506271427467385775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/6506271427467385775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/06/greek-summer-festival.html' title='Greek Summer festival'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-6404103707454696423</id><published>2009-06-27T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T17:41:19.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>η εμπειρια στον Συλλογο Υπερηλικων</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ειχαμε το τελευτεο μαθημα στον Συλλογο Υπερηλικων σημερα, επρεπε να συναντευξουμε δυο γεροι.&lt;br /&gt;βρηκαμε οτι μεσα, υπαρχουν μονοι παπουδες, εκτος μια γιαγια, και μας ειπανε οτι οι γυναικες εχουν αλλo συλλογο και επισης μας ειπαν φοβουνται! Ολλοι γεροι εχουν μενει στον Καναδα για πολλα χρονια πχ: τουλαηιστον για  40.&lt;br /&gt;Ολλοι γεροι ειναι 70-88 χρονων. &lt;br /&gt;Μερικοι παπουδες του αρεσουν Ο Καναδας. Ερχονται στον συλλογο τους για διασκεδαση και περασουν την ωρα, αλλα νομιζω οτι ολοι επισης κουτσομπολευουν! Στο συλλογο, ο ελλινικος καφες ειναι πιο καλος&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-6404103707454696423?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/6404103707454696423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=6404103707454696423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/6404103707454696423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/6404103707454696423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='η εμπειρια στον Συλλογο Υπερηλικων'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-8302290507183622009</id><published>2009-06-26T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:44:17.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the good end</title><content type='html'>after the strange day we'v had, that I'v had...the baby news was the right happy note to end the day. &lt;br /&gt;okay boy, you may never know about one of the Charlie's Angels nor the King of Pop, but you sure made our day by finally making your debute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, and still waiting for a name for the kiddo...&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to see him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-8302290507183622009?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/8302290507183622009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=8302290507183622009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/8302290507183622009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/8302290507183622009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-end.html' title='the good end'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-8623887075583523473</id><published>2009-06-25T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T18:15:02.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's is TPTB trying to tell me?</title><content type='html'>okay, so maybe im reading too much into it. but what's TPTB trying to tell me? is there a message at all?&lt;br /&gt;how often does one person encounter 3 dead animals in a month in the city? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pigeon was washed away by rain so i didn't call that one in, it would be so strange if I were to call that one in to the City animal control and then have to call in a dead crow today...they take records of people who report these things. it would be ...rather suspicious to them. &lt;br /&gt;and i was just thinking of getting abit religious before all these sightings...could there be a connection. or 'm just imagining too much??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottom line, i hope they did pick up the poor thing....that's all i can do for ya mr./ms. Crow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP to all souls that had passed today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-8623887075583523473?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/8623887075583523473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=8623887075583523473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/8623887075583523473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/8623887075583523473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-is-tptb-trying-to-tell-me.html' title='what&apos;s is TPTB trying to tell me?'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-1078160943451877513</id><published>2009-06-23T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T00:32:14.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a new meaning for inside out....</title><content type='html'>in the last 5 years, think I'v prob. seen more dead little animals then most people and all of them with the ins turning outs.&lt;br /&gt;2 rats, 1 squarel and today's pigeon.&lt;br /&gt;gruesome...automatically brought my hands up crossed and hope to send the poor bird's soul &lt;br /&gt;up...as it should rest in peace...hope someone's called the city to pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;one of the animal I saw the insides were slowly been watshed away by rain by the time I'd seen it on the sidewalk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-1078160943451877513?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/1078160943451877513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=1078160943451877513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/1078160943451877513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/1078160943451877513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-meaning-for-inside-out.html' title='a new meaning for inside out....'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-572145826760281659</id><published>2009-06-20T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:05:13.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>figured out</title><content type='html'>so kinda figured out the kafe's to blamed for the adrenaline rush the whole week, &lt;br /&gt;yet the other weird frustration ...that can't be sure why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to volunteer tomorrow for Greek Day..haha, gotta give back in some way. and finally this year decided to do it. though hopefully the weather will be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-572145826760281659?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/572145826760281659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=572145826760281659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/572145826760281659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/572145826760281659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/06/figured-out.html' title='figured out'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-7513917732401613523</id><published>2009-06-19T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T01:02:12.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when will i be rid of it</title><content type='html'>yes, life is too short and who knows when I'd be rid of this strange frustration that's driving my body nuts, the adrenaline takes over. the surface is calm but there are loads of stuff going on underneath.&lt;br /&gt;crazy crazy, really late this year, maybe i should get to the pool....soon ....before I go bunkers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-7513917732401613523?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/7513917732401613523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=7513917732401613523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/7513917732401613523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/7513917732401613523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-will-i-be-rid-of-it.html' title='when will i be rid of it'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-4684656011419738757</id><published>2009-06-15T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T19:08:42.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>slowly the centaurs' taking over</title><content type='html'>just the angst of summer....out...got ta get out..&lt;br /&gt;out of this mind try and walk off the frustration, angst as much as i can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a different note&lt;br /&gt;Loreena Mackinnit is headed for Greece...yeah . awesome composer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did UP 3D movie cross over with Star Trek? heehee, what a funny thing, 3 usually detail oriented people totally went to the wrong audito. for the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe the action was needed to end the week of running purely on adrenaline. Goodness, I sure miss used to watch XWP weekly, always takes care of the frustrationa nd angst...maybe should get those DVDs out and watch them...&lt;br /&gt;but first. gonna be a good student and off to finish my homework!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-4684656011419738757?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/4684656011419738757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=4684656011419738757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/4684656011419738757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/4684656011419738757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/06/slowly-centaurs-taking-over.html' title='slowly the centaurs&apos; taking over'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-4923340608389476415</id><published>2009-05-30T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T20:28:41.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>worked and ...</title><content type='html'>since i'm gonna be NOT cryptic on my facebook status, i'd say I get to be cryptic abit  here then &lt;br /&gt;haha, crazy day, but nice WORK party, had fun with the baby girl, OMG, the baby smells so good.&lt;br /&gt;of course i was talking to the baby, crazy me.&lt;br /&gt;righto and there was something I wasn't expecting but was present, that's just say I think I was thudding inside alot. αχ!&lt;br /&gt;the thing with the table ...oy muscles!&lt;br /&gt;and tHAT's gonna stay cryptic .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-4923340608389476415?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/4923340608389476415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=4923340608389476415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/4923340608389476415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/4923340608389476415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/05/worked-and.html' title='worked and ...'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-381889255715352205</id><published>2009-05-28T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T00:32:38.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>huh, where is my 'superman' gone?</title><content type='html'>just had an after dinner conversation with mom and another friend and some how I remember my brother's best friends from junior high and I had forgotten that one of them looks so much like Christopher Reeve (or at least that's what I thought in my mind at the time) when he was at his best, the best and ultimate Superman!! &lt;br /&gt;it's funny how i'v forgotten all about him cuz if i recall, think I had a thing for him. darn the academic pressure, pretty much took over my brain cells....nothing left for anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this's been the week of remembering things from the past ..odd...does it have something to do with stepping into the 30s?&lt;br /&gt;heck, I'm gonna go find the picture of my Superman....really, i dont' even remember his name, he's just...Superman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-381889255715352205?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/381889255715352205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=381889255715352205' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/381889255715352205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/381889255715352205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/05/huh-where-is-my-superman-gone.html' title='huh, where is my &apos;superman&apos; gone?'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-3470361894694648232</id><published>2009-05-26T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T23:01:49.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little obsession</title><content type='html'>okay, it's not a little obsession when it lasts for 10 years and going strong.&lt;br /&gt;just ran into someone whom I went on the field school with , goodness, i haven't seen &lt;br /&gt;her for 10 years! which reminded me of my obsession which I accidently daringly stumbled upon&lt;br /&gt;in my 2nd year of university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had eased on it for the last 4 years, but it never really went away and it's funny, on this 10th year since, I'v decided to &lt;br /&gt;keep it going at full force, i can say that i aren't letting it go this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. just saw a great documentary movie: The 11th Day: Crete 1941 (http://www.crete1941.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. It's Greek Heritage Month (http://www.greekday.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i'm off to reminecent the fun times i had in the height of my daring years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-3470361894694648232?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/3470361894694648232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=3470361894694648232' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/3470361894694648232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/3470361894694648232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-obsession.html' title='a little obsession'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-3370055404647341458</id><published>2009-05-24T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:06:29.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and so it is</title><content type='html'>something happens but nothing happens when she blocks them out.&lt;br /&gt;the words the visions they all jumbled up in her mind.&lt;br /&gt;some say one's life flashes over in seconds when one's dying but for her, the life flashes &lt;br /&gt;over in seconds even when she daydreams. will she be able to achieve the impossible, the master's skillful block outs.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's what it seems so she's learned from her journeys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-3370055404647341458?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/3370055404647341458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=3370055404647341458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/3370055404647341458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/3370055404647341458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-so-it-is.html' title='and so it is'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-1895972763898382733</id><published>2009-05-17T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T01:47:00.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trapped in her mind</title><content type='html'>It all started with a simple discussion, a suggestion, seemingly harmless, but it weaved the web, one that is strong enough to trap her in her emotional turmoil.  She's been here before, why would this be any differ?&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, she has everything that life has to offer, why then does she feel the web closing in on her, inch by inch.  The centurion is attempting for the leap again, making her unsettled.  She knows she can cut the strings but would she finally let herself fleeting this ? She's not even sure if it's necessary, part of her knows this is merely one of the countless times that she'd laugh it off in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not sure which part of her is desperately clinging on to this trap.  She did try to apeace the centurion by fighting for the temporary solace, yet defeated now it's turned into this angst, it's making her head hurt, she hates the feeling.  Now, desperately searching for a way to release what's buidling up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all she knows is, she's trapped in this circular, ever more confused.&lt;br /&gt;thinking who has the answer? how wold she break this one this time? it seems to get worse everytime, if she gets over this one, will she get through the next one fast enough without going through it all over again?&lt;br /&gt;All she can hope for is that there won't be any casualties of any kind or form.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-1895972763898382733?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/1895972763898382733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=1895972763898382733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/1895972763898382733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/1895972763898382733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/05/trapped-in-her-mind.html' title='trapped in her mind'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-4393711375651588801</id><published>2009-05-10T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:13:42.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>something's changing</title><content type='html'>Know I'v been quite eclectic with the music I listen to , but lately, it's been geared towards alt/rock like 3 doors down and OneRepublic oh yeah and Hedley&lt;br /&gt;something's changed but I dont' know what....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-4393711375651588801?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/4393711375651588801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=4393711375651588801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/4393711375651588801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/4393711375651588801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/05/somethings-changing.html' title='something&apos;s changing'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-1489769922866646150</id><published>2009-04-04T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T18:14:23.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taste of Blood</title><content type='html'>After been stuck in the mystery genre for so long, finally progressed to biographies..and now back to sci-fi.&lt;br /&gt;not b/c of the whole Twilight thinie, i haven't even the interest in reading or watching it. just the way the mind's progressed back to scifi.&lt;br /&gt;was just thinking...what would i do if been a vamp is an option for me? would I like the taste of blood too much?  but then i thought, i love the sun too much, if the myth is not a myth about vamp and sun..i'd miss it too much.&lt;br /&gt;i know it's a bizzare thing to think about. but you never know.&lt;br /&gt;years ago, no one belive that people can 'fly' or houses can build as high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll be a ruthless vamp....giving my obsessive personality.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-1489769922866646150?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/1489769922866646150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=1489769922866646150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/1489769922866646150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/1489769922866646150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/04/taste-of-blood.html' title='Taste of Blood'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-94964910988899276</id><published>2009-03-26T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:21:40.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who are they really</title><content type='html'>the other day, just had the sudden need to check out the stash of books i'v not touched nor read for years.&lt;br /&gt;and found this one particular book, written by my aunt, I had forgotten she had a book published.  I dont' think&lt;br /&gt;I'v bothered to read the intro. people wrote in her book, but I did that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one question lingered: who's this woman that these guys wrote about, the praises the descriptions of their kindness and the presence of elegance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered long time ago, we had one sleep over at their house, she was pleasant enough, or maybe i was just too oblivious to &lt;br /&gt;notice anything that's different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth is, this aunt and uncle had become strangers, more so than people that i'v just met, it's that bad...i recall that as out of respect and cutesy, us nieces and nephews are required to address the elders in the specific terms everytime we meet them, and I dont' know when it started but I had gotten enough of the cold shoulders from them that i started to wonder, who are they?&lt;br /&gt;are they the nice educated people their friends know and love and wrote about or is all those traits a big lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a shame how money, misunderstanding and jealousy can do to a familial relationship, it corrupts perhaps a potentially wonderful connection.&lt;br /&gt;it's been 20 some years, who knows if it'll ever change for the better and les hostile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet i was sure that if they were the people as their friends' had praised, perhaps, we would be great friends.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, here's the best example of the power of money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-94964910988899276?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/94964910988899276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=94964910988899276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/94964910988899276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/94964910988899276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-are-they-really.html' title='who are they really'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-7042631953413224536</id><published>2009-02-27T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T01:24:42.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not made out of stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So many possibilities around, question: was there ever the temptation? Of course there was, but the answer never came, only silence. Not made out of stone this one is flesh and blood. The temptations are there, but the reality and practicality wins over, if given in, too much on the stake, values and beliefs change, ruined....all's left to do is the restrain to act, if need be, however long, it will be as such  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-7042631953413224536?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/7042631953413224536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=7042631953413224536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/7042631953413224536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/7042631953413224536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-made-out-of-stone.html' title='not made out of stone'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-548464114510158723</id><published>2009-02-15T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T14:10:28.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>something new</title><content type='html'>learned something new today...&lt;br /&gt;Hari huritau ki a koe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday . in Maori&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-548464114510158723?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/548464114510158723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=548464114510158723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/548464114510158723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/548464114510158723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/02/something-new.html' title='something new'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-6542615744255803350</id><published>2009-02-10T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T00:19:22.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the guilty pleasure</title><content type='html'>Aside from my Pringles Binge moments..&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Britney Spears...well, the girl really knows how to choose catchy tunes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-6542615744255803350?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/6542615744255803350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=6542615744255803350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/6542615744255803350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/6542615744255803350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/02/guilty-pleasure.html' title='the guilty pleasure'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-1079255688879360942</id><published>2009-02-07T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:10:20.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first Fav. song</title><content type='html'>This was the my first fav. song, apparently only song that would get me to have milk when I was a wee one that is, not even one year old yet!&lt;br /&gt;the words were written by a well known political figure/scholar 李敖when he was in prison.&lt;br /&gt;huh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忘了我是誰&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忘了我是誰﹕原收錄於金韻獎第6輯 (1980/新格) 中﹐想不到作詞人是李敖﹐近年香港轉播台灣電視頻道﹐也不時看到他的節目。同期香港有陳秋霞的粵語版本“還不想見他” ﹐收錄於“寶麗金十週年特輯” 合輯 (1980/Polydor) 中。&lt;br /&gt;曲﹕許瀚君&lt;br /&gt;詞﹕李敖&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不看你的眼 不看你的眉&lt;br /&gt;看了心裡都是你 忘了我是誰&lt;br /&gt;不看你的眼 不看你的眉&lt;br /&gt;看的時候心裡跳 看過以後眼淚垂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不看你的眼 不看你的眉&lt;br /&gt;不看你也愛上你 &lt;br /&gt;忘了我是誰 忘了我是誰&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不看你的眼 不看你的眉　&lt;br /&gt;看了心裡都是你 忘了我是誰&lt;br /&gt;不看你的眼 不看你的眉&lt;br /&gt;看的時候心裡跳 看過以後眼淚垂&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-1079255688879360942?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/1079255688879360942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=1079255688879360942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/1079255688879360942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/1079255688879360942'/><link rel='alternate' 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Καφενειο'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-2992855746962067493</id><published>2009-02-01T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:54:49.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>δύναμη των λέξεων//power of words</title><content type='html'>Never read the book Inkheart, saw the movie today, for a bookworm like me, it's much more interesting than Potter!!!&lt;br /&gt;worth a look, and of course, there's Brendan Fraser, Andy Serkis and Helen Mirren, but i think Paul Bettany had the best role in this film&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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words'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-881509081810889909</id><published>2009-01-30T22:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:19:42.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Samson</title><content type='html'>sure will miss the big guy. can't find pictures of him that we took where we can see his face. one of the most gentle big dog you'll ever meet!&lt;br /&gt;RIP Samson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/SYPtKLWNxVI/AAAAAAAAASM/17QVAJ-Uzn0/s1600-h/IMG_1543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/SYPtKLWNxVI/AAAAAAAAASM/17QVAJ-Uzn0/s200/IMG_1543.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297338345818277202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/SYPtJ9vA_DI/AAAAAAAAASE/l4b1zG0K7qA/s1600-h/IMG_1548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/SYPtJ9vA_DI/AAAAAAAAASE/l4b1zG0K7qA/s200/IMG_1548.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297338342164200498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-881509081810889909?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/SYPtKLWNxVI/AAAAAAAAASM/17QVAJ-Uzn0/s72-c/IMG_1543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-5579905377113834190</id><published>2009-01-28T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:56:05.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>who's calling?</title><content type='html'>i'v had this strange phone calls on my mobile, it's happened 4 times in the last 2 months and it shows up as California...i'v searched my brain for any Californian contacts i might have...none...and I keep missing the calls, no voice mails were left either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just can't think of anyone...unless...it's Mr. Governor Terminator?&lt;br /&gt;any ideas? anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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calling?'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-5456284722713980274</id><published>2009-01-28T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:48:58.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Το ιδιο ονοιρακι</title><content type='html'>Η φιλη μου το ειπε ενα ονοιρακι το ειχε...τα μαλλια μου εκοψα πιο κοντα!  και μετα, θημιθηκα οτι ειχα το ιδιο ακρικο ονοιρακι.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ετσι, θελω να τα κοψω τωρα..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-5456284722713980274?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/5456284722713980274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=5456284722713980274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/5456284722713980274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/5456284722713980274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='Το ιδιο ονοιρακι'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-5315244194892365488</id><published>2009-01-24T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T16:14:31.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>time to get over the plateau</title><content type='html'>for so long I'v been stuck at that one place, it's only 1/3 up the actual summit, last month I had the ball rolling and today is the first day of steping up over that plateau. &lt;br /&gt;rusty nervous but it felt good to be picking my brain again.&lt;br /&gt;returning to where it belongs, returning myself to where it belongs.&lt;br /&gt;'Ela Sabrinaki'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-5315244194892365488?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-6921395977060158012</id><published>2009-01-23T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T20:11:07.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>first 'group therapy'?</title><content type='html'>'group therapy'...(hm, maybe that's why my left ear was itchy) I mean, workshop that I went to, it was enjoyable, fun, and the speaker was quite good, i was worried that I'd fall asleep with the way she speaks but she's very good at keeping us awake. &lt;br /&gt;but for a psyc. major, though it's been years ago, it felt like a psyc. review class. &lt;br /&gt;of all the books I read, I don't read any of Dr. Phil, , Secret and I change the channel when Oprah does her shows with such topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or just maybe I had deduced everything she said to two things : Markus Aurelius' Meditation and Buddhism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8211430940434537647-6921395977060158012?l=insatiablepassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/feeds/6921395977060158012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8211430940434537647&amp;postID=6921395977060158012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/6921395977060158012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8211430940434537647/posts/default/6921395977060158012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insatiablepassion.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-group-therapy.html' title='first &apos;group therapy&apos;?'/><author><name>kephallinian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02392415558700635602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_biwOjb52O_s/TGDY7ZNPj7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yqMGCbYJb68/S220/P7150401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8211430940434537647.post-588714054245331291</id><published>2009-01-19T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:44:08.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You say Vancouver, I say London</title><content type='html'>I went to bed in Vancouver on the Drive hood and woke up in the fogginess of London UK, &lt;br /&gt;who knew time travel was so easy? one sleep and there I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;misty misty, it's quite pretty, and when the lights shine, you can even see the little particulars floating in the air.&lt;br /&gt;only thing is the air is still cold, chill the 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