<?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-8717634</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:00:27.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Snow</title><subtitle type='html'>Snow falls in spring is a gift from angels, celebrating your happiness...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-1383121089845410418</id><published>2012-02-06T22:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T23:26:17.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaotic Day</title><content type='html'>If I try to describe where my state is right now, chaos would be a perfect word.&lt;br /&gt;My room is a total chaos and so is my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am losing a control over lots of things and so is my confidence.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just give up, leave everything, and disappear but I know that is not a solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bad habit of pounding myself when negative things happen, so here is a pep talk to myself to prevent going down any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Whatever the problems I have is nothing comparing with a lot of people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;2. You are just having a bad day or week, or two...or more...in any case&lt;br /&gt;3. ....OK this not quite working yet....&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will try later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is February 7.&lt;br /&gt;There are only two people who know what that means.&lt;br /&gt;It is not going to be a happy day for me but I wish you would have a decent day if it is not a good one. I wish you are protected by God. I wish you are not frustrated at your mother. I wish you would be able to make more money this year so that you can afford what you need.&lt;br /&gt;I will always care about you no matter what. I am really sorry that I am not there for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-1383121089845410418?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/1383121089845410418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=1383121089845410418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/1383121089845410418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/1383121089845410418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2012/02/chaotic-day.html' title='Chaotic Day'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-2400710735706701869</id><published>2012-01-07T10:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T11:18:18.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternal Love Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My mind is all about death, eternal rest, and love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, it is actually not as serious as it sounds....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have an appointment for an audition with a choir at Capital University today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am going to sing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://youtu.be/1UPcXcVmDiI"&gt;Bist Du Bie Mir (If You Are Near Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is attributed to J.S. Bach although there is a speculation that it was written by Gottfried Heinrich Stölzel. If the former is correct, this is written for Bach's 2nd wife, Anna Magdelena, and it is the only love song he wrote. Think about it. The only love song from a major composer in the history. How romantic it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first learned this song in a voice class that I took in my undergrad.&lt;br /&gt;I discovered something that I have never noticed before as I was studying the meaning of the text last night. I noticed that this love Bach is talking about actually could be interpreted as God's love.&lt;br /&gt;It is quite interesting how the way I think changes over the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, wish me luck or I should say break my leg;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-2400710735706701869?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/2400710735706701869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=2400710735706701869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/2400710735706701869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/2400710735706701869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2012/01/eternal-love-song.html' title='Eternal Love Song'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-1646247016244810011</id><published>2011-11-24T16:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T17:17:31.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving to all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This year is the first time I spend Thanksgiving alone, which is giving me a time to think about who I would want to give thanks to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'd like to take an opportunity to say thank you to those who took me in when I am down, who work with me patiently, and who make me smile every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'd like to give my special thanks to two men. I cannot disclose their names here but I am sending you warm wishes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And at the last but not the least, thank you to my guardian angels or spirits and God for protecting me again from getting a car accident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, I was quite close to an accident again. My car seems to like  to do 360 on a highway.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was actually after my concert. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was raining hard and I was reaching toward a relatively steep curve on a highway. There were three cars in front of me just about 50-70 meters away from me and there was no car within 100M behind me. I saw one of the cars in front of me started to spin, so I stepped on a brake. Then...the next thing I know was I was sliding and spinning as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Luckily the car slid into a ditch just a several meters away from where guard rails and walls. If I slid another several meters, I would have been in a car accident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was merely lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone can have a warm place to appreciate their lives on this special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-1646247016244810011?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/1646247016244810011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=1646247016244810011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/1646247016244810011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/1646247016244810011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-946095290498701593</id><published>2011-11-12T20:04:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T21:52:14.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughtful Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The ball is still in my court. It is still alive but I have not been able to decide what to do with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;**Today's Music**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://youtu.be/q9nSU2hAqK4"&gt;(You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-946095290498701593?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/946095290498701593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=946095290498701593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/946095290498701593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/946095290498701593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2011/11/thoughtful-night.html' title='Thoughtful Night'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-189124654486694619</id><published>2011-11-12T19:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T20:04:09.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Those who live in Columbus OH,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, it is the time of the year again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://cwchorus.org/"&gt;Columbus Women's Chorus 2011 Family and Friends Concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;November 20, Suday&lt;br /&gt;3pm&lt;br /&gt;@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Trinity Episcopal Church&lt;br /&gt;125 E Broad Street, Columbus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Columbus International Children's Choir is also joining us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-189124654486694619?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/189124654486694619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=189124654486694619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/189124654486694619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/189124654486694619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2011/11/announcement.html' title='Announcement'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-7015400616303662891</id><published>2011-10-26T22:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T22:24:34.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It is OK</title><content type='html'>It is OK to feel sad.&lt;br /&gt;It is OK to miss somebody.&lt;br /&gt;It is OK to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Those shows that you are a human being as well.&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to bury yourself. Set yourself free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Today's Music****&lt;br /&gt;Lux Aeterna by Morten Lauridsen.&lt;br /&gt;I did not notice that he wrote this as well....no wonder I am in love with this piece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-7015400616303662891?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/7015400616303662891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=7015400616303662891' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/7015400616303662891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/7015400616303662891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2011/10/it-is-ok.html' title='It is OK'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-8407557021797304702</id><published>2011-10-18T19:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T20:06:31.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Morning Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am quite a big fun of Trader Joe's.&lt;br /&gt;Not mention about how great it is to be able to get a bottle of decent wine for under $5, there are many good quality products in reasonable price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My latest hit is Pumpkin Pancake and Waffle Mix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pumpkin Pancakes with maple syrup with some coffee...mmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;I substituted milk with soy milk and it turned out to be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It is a perfect breakfast on the sleep-in weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-8407557021797304702?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/8407557021797304702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=8407557021797304702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A friend of mine is going back to his home country for a woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They saw each other only twice a year in the past two years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They are not married or engaged but he wants to see what could happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He gave up on his life he created in the States to seek for the potential love of his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am pretty sure it is not a fairy tale and there must have been ups and downs for him before reaching this huge decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have been there and done that after all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyhow, I admire his courage and wish him the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have to admit that I have had a commitment phobia, and I can not help thinking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What is wrong with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-2288604872596455821?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/2288604872596455821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=2288604872596455821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/2288604872596455821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/2288604872596455821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2011/10/commitment.html' title='Commitment'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-135299854626632868</id><published>2011-10-04T19:20:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T19:40:50.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Song that I Never Want to Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On the way back home from a quire practice the other day, I noticed I always hum the same this one song after practice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=icp4bNb7TDI"&gt;Sure on This Shining Night&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; by Morten Lauridsen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I sang this with Kent State University Chorus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That was one of the most beautiful song I have ever sang.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I remember I got goose bumps on the stage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I now realize how rare it was and how lucky I was to be able to feel the moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wish I could go back to that moment....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-135299854626632868?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-3670998047901179661</id><published>2011-09-19T21:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T22:25:54.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I had too much wine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I wonder what you are doing now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I cannot say that I love you yet as I am not sure what love is anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But I care about you a lot and I think about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Always wish that God will protect you and guide you to the success you have been dreamed about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was listening to the Christian radio this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I know it may sound cheap but I somehow wanted to hear it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The host was talking about surrendering to God and trusting his plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I felt like God was sending me a message...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;**Today's Music**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Don't Know Why" by Nora Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-3670998047901179661?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-6369232264036827194</id><published>2011-08-30T21:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T21:27:57.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My rose is sick</title><content type='html'>My rose looks like it is infected by some kind of disease and insects.&lt;br /&gt;It has spider web like cover over the flowers and leaves. Yellowish or redish spots are observed. Some leaves were dried out and fell off like it did before...&lt;br /&gt;Don't die my rose, please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-6369232264036827194?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/6369232264036827194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=6369232264036827194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/6369232264036827194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/6369232264036827194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-rose-is-sick.html' title='My rose is sick'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-3153503505530411201</id><published>2011-08-01T19:46:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T21:19:35.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lry8s1rN1C8/TjdJWYuiN2I/AAAAAAAAAE4/Jt0U3RJHalc/s1600/P1010125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lry8s1rN1C8/TjdJWYuiN2I/AAAAAAAAAE4/Jt0U3RJHalc/s200/P1010125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636054107621046114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This picture was taken this morning.&lt;br /&gt;I found this one bud maybe a week to less than two weeks ago. I was slightly scared while I was waiting for this moment because I was afraid that I might kill it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is a proof of how strong a small plant can be. This plant almost died over the winter but managed to survive the winter and is surviving this hot summer as well.&lt;br /&gt;I honestly did not think I would be able to see the flower again.&lt;br /&gt;This totally made my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-3153503505530411201?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/3153503505530411201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=3153503505530411201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/3153503505530411201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/3153503505530411201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2011/08/mini-roses.html' title='Mini Roses'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lry8s1rN1C8/TjdJWYuiN2I/AAAAAAAAAE4/Jt0U3RJHalc/s72-c/P1010125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-7167142789011807796</id><published>2011-08-01T19:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T22:30:10.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Alaska</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eoQW9Tq3vk8/TjdA6ydUCfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/di_Y-Xgt8-4/s1600/P1010034.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/-eoQW9Tq3vk8/TjdA6ydUCfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/di_Y-Xgt8-4/s200/P1010034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636044837398776306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My mother was kind enough to take me to a cruise ship trip with her just a bout a month ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The best part of the trip was at the Hubbard Glacier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wish I could find words to describe how beautiful the world could be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was standing on the deck of our ship for at least 2-3 hours. It was a little chilly (or cold for some folks on the ship) but the coldness did not bother me at all. I could just stare at what God has created on the Earth. There was nothing but our ship and wild lives out there. In front of such a magnificent  nature, I felt so small and powerless. I also felt so purified for the first time in a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: arial;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vHzLAqYCcV0/TjdFsSG2SdI/AAAAAAAAAEw/69CrmifM9cM/s1600/P1010045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vHzLAqYCcV0/TjdFsSG2SdI/AAAAAAAAAEw/69CrmifM9cM/s200/P1010045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636050085754587602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The glacier was like a humongous sculpture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You'll be surprised how blue the ice bergs could be and how emerald green the sea could be. I had never seen such pretty colors before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am not trying to sell anything but I recommend Holland America Line for the trip to Hubbard Glacier unless you can rent a small airplane or helicopter. The captain will take you as close as you could be. You can see and hear so clearly when ice blocks fall off. Yeah, the sound. That's another thing you'll be surprised. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; This is something you must see before you die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-7167142789011807796?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/7167142789011807796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=7167142789011807796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/7167142789011807796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/7167142789011807796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-mother-was-kind-enough-to-take-me-to.html' title='Trip to Alaska'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eoQW9Tq3vk8/TjdA6ydUCfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/di_Y-Xgt8-4/s72-c/P1010034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-1945774309515482441</id><published>2011-06-14T19:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T19:41:08.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;幸せでないはずなどないのに、さみしくて、せつなくて、苦しくて、子供みたいにひどく泣きじゃくってしまった。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I thought I chose something so that I can be happier but I wonder if I just quit everything and ran away so that I don't need to cry anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am still crying. How ironic is that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I wanted to be strong but I feel I am getting weaker and weaker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I can't even stand on my own anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Someone said to me, "You are good to me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's a great pleasure to know that I can make someone happy even though I feel I am the most selfish and cruel person on the planet... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;***Today's music***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Run, Baby, Run" by Sheryl Crow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-1945774309515482441?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/1945774309515482441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=1945774309515482441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/1945774309515482441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/1945774309515482441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-thought-i-chose-something-so-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-1147069126137889646</id><published>2011-06-06T20:06:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T15:46:36.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A tip from someone who once subotaged the love of her life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Falling in love is not so easy but staying in love is a lot tougher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you know that you love someone, tell him/her while you can. Believe me. You'll be a lot happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-1147069126137889646?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/1147069126137889646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=1147069126137889646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/1147069126137889646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/1147069126137889646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2011/06/lost.html' title='A tip from someone who once subotaged the love of her life'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-8716641802519655732</id><published>2011-05-23T19:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T21:09:10.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have made a lot of mistakes in the 28 years of my life as everybody else does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am so lucky that things eventually fell into the right place most of the times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This time, it is really difficult to believe that everything will be ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is what I started...i have to bare whatever the punishment is.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyhow, while I was trying to figure out what I wanna write, I got an unexpected phone call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I first thought somebody was calling wrong number, then i got a voice mail plus a text message. When i played the voice mail, it took me a while to understand what was going on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The person who was calling was my old friend from college. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This was the first time to hear his voice in these two years. The last time I heard his voice was when he was right about to getting on the airplane to go to Kyrgyzstan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He's just came back home about a week ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Right now, I am just so glad that he came back home safely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thank you God for protecting my friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-8716641802519655732?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/8716641802519655732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=8716641802519655732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/8716641802519655732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/8716641802519655732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2011/05/unexpected.html' title='Unexpected'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-3736335989710511421</id><published>2011-04-27T20:00:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T21:04:17.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I made a big purchase over the past weekend.&lt;br /&gt;It was something I have always wanted but I could not really afford to buy one since I wanted to save money for more important things.&lt;br /&gt;Since I haven't taken any picture of my brand new toy, here is the image of what I bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://usa.yamaha.com/products/musical-instruments/keyboards/digitalpianos/dgx_series/dgx-640_color_variation/"&gt;http://usa.yamaha.com/products/musical-instruments/keyboards/digitalpianos/dgx_series/dgx-640_color_variation/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!! My own keyboard (or I should say digital piano)! Mine is Cherry one and it looks so pretty in my living room:)&lt;br /&gt;I did some research for about a week, and my buddy took me to music stores last Friday just to get better ideas of what I can get and what I would like.&lt;br /&gt;Oh....yeah....seeing actual products was a bad idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I was already keeping my eyes on Yamaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;DGX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; series but I thought cheaper keyboard would be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was underestimating my taste. I forgot how I am very picky about musical instruments that I use.&lt;br /&gt;After I saw and tested Yamaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;DGX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;640, all other keyboards looked like nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually make an impulsive purchase as I hate to use my money. Although Yamaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;DGX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; 640 was on sale, it was still over my budget. There was another keyboard that I thought it was decent for the price but I did not buy anything on that day.&lt;br /&gt;In the next morning, first thing on my mind was the keyboard I  looked at, especially Yamaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;DGX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;640. I debated and debated inside of my head....and by the afternoon on that day, I was back at the music store where I saw my favorite one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After debating another half an hour or longer at the store with my friend, I finally made up my mind. It was really scary and I felt guilty from using more money than my rent at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am very happy about my purchase so far.&lt;br /&gt;I am enjoying play with it everyday. This is helping me to get out of my depression mode for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******Today's music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VkDGy2DrCEo&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Snow White by BOYZ II MEN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually originally Japanese musician's song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xXQLMK64xL0&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;白い恋人達(Shiroi Koibitotachi by Yusuke Kuwata)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-3736335989710511421?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/3736335989710511421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=3736335989710511421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/3736335989710511421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/3736335989710511421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-new-toy.html' title='My New Toy'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-3889088703017717664</id><published>2011-04-23T22:22:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T22:36:09.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On a Easter Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I was watching "Jesus of Nazareth" this past weekend. I felt like it was just the right movie to watch on the Easter weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I actually started to watch it earlier this year, then something happened to my life, which kept me away from this movie.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, my mind was pre-occupied with bunch of things when I re-started to watch the movie, so I had to rewind the same chapter again and again....^.^;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a long movie that it requires a determination to go through the entire movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sort of became a Christian. I have told this only a couple of people as I still cannot understand certain things about Christianity.&lt;br /&gt;I am still not sure if it was truly a miracle, simply an impulsive action, or I was too tired to think anything clearly and I have lost my mind.&lt;br /&gt;One thing that is for sure is that I was in extreme pain when that happened and receiving Christ was the only comfort that I could have....&lt;br /&gt;It made sense to me at that moment and I did not want to receive Christ with anybody else but the person I was with at that time.&lt;br /&gt;I still believe in God as I have always believed in him. There are certain things that I cannot quite understand if they are not God's blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to stay away from negative feeling this past weekend but the whole Easter thing actually made me very emotional. My emotion was like a roller coaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;I was way too depressed to wake up on Friday and then I was quite happy in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;I was extremely excited on Saturday night because I got a new toy but that's a story for another time.&lt;br /&gt;I went to see what I call my American family in Cleveland on Sunday, and had a great time. I had good dinner and I played with my friend's niece and nephew a lot. I actually talked with them more than with my friend. (lol.) I was so content when I left the house, then I was so emotional that I could not help crying while I was driving back to Columbus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway God bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Today's CD****&lt;br /&gt;"Not Too Late" by Norah Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-3889088703017717664?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/3889088703017717664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=3889088703017717664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/3889088703017717664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/3889088703017717664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2011/04/on-easter-weekend.html' title='On a Easter Weekend'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-8754571344557095947</id><published>2011-04-19T21:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T21:23:50.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/W6QjKT1A2pI"&gt;Prisoner of Love by Utada Hikaru&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just noticed the time stamp of this site is not EST.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-8754571344557095947?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/8754571344557095947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=8754571344557095947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/8754571344557095947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/8754571344557095947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2011/04/todays-music.html' title='Today&apos;s Music'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-5620923270833466240</id><published>2011-04-18T22:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T22:30:03.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I noticed today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1)My recent biggest guilt is the fact that I'm so much more self-centered than I have ever been. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At a certain point in the past, I forgot about my needs and wants and lost myself, so I started to shift the focus on me. Then I forgot about caring about others. I occasionally feel like I have no interests on other human beings. How sad it is....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't take a balance between focusing on myself and caring about others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2)I have not really enjoyed spring yet this year. Is something wrong with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3)My memory is getting worse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I bought 2 cases of eggs two days in a row by accident. What a waste....I would not be able to finish them all...-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)I don't know why I am still awake. I am not gonna be able to stay awake at work tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-5620923270833466240?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/5620923270833466240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=5620923270833466240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/5620923270833466240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/5620923270833466240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-i-noticed-today.html' title='What I noticed today'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-3867392502117622949</id><published>2011-04-05T20:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T11:59:38.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>片付かないもの</title><content type='html'>片付けられない物がたくさん散らばった部屋。&lt;br /&gt;たった一枚の手紙で、ほんの数行のメールで、まだこんなにも泣き出してしまう。&lt;br /&gt;いっぱい、いっぱい傷つけたのに、嫌われて当然なのに、まだこんなにも愛してくれる。&lt;br /&gt;まだ許してくれるという。&lt;br /&gt;そんな資格なんてないのに・・・。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-3867392502117622949?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/3867392502117622949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=3867392502117622949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/3867392502117622949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/3867392502117622949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='片付かないもの'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-2571426223521733336</id><published>2011-04-04T21:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T21:57:17.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Antonyms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Empty and fulfilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Happy and sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Secured and scared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Passionate and apathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I did not know these opposite pairs can simultaneously coincide with one other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Human feelings are interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Honestly I am not quite sure what I am trying to say here right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;***************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today's finding: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I found out that the cheapest set of a digital piano can cost almost as much as my apartment rent. Furthermore, buying a flight ticket to Seattle, which I am looking for right now to take a cruise ship trip with my mother, is more likely to be cheaper than a digital piano.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today's music:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Passenger Seat" by Death Cab for Cutie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-2571426223521733336?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/2571426223521733336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=2571426223521733336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/2571426223521733336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/2571426223521733336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2011/04/antonyms.html' title='Antonyms'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-8339987329871700886</id><published>2011-02-13T21:56:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T22:57:31.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat Pray Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am going to write about something personal tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was watching movie called "Eat Pray Love" the other day. Later on that night, I asked God to give me a sign like he used to do. And guess what? I think God listened to my request.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The next day I watched that movie again. I somehow felt I needed to do so and I decided to take some notes whenever something comes up to my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This may sound stupid for some people but Hollywood movie can actually teach you something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As the main character goes through her journey, I was seeing myself in her in some scenes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have had a rough time in my relationship with my boyfriend or ex (or whatever he is now). It was not completely his fault that I have had a hard time. I know that I did or did not do some things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;One thing I realized was I comprised with a lot things for my loved one. I thought I was doing so for my own satisfaction or desire but the truth was I was telling myself that what I had to sacrifice was my choice in many occasions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You sometimes have to compromise with your partner to make things work between two completely different people but you have to keep the balance between what you want or need and what your partner wants or needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My unbalanced relationship eventually started to fall apart.... It did at least at my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The other thing I noticed was I was disappearing in my loved one. The distinction between my identity and my partner's identity started to disappear. --I have my identity crisis now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I really need a sense of myself to figure out what is important in my life and what really makes me happy right now. All the decisions I made lately have been based on what someone said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am influenced by others way too much. This is not me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It seems like I set out for a quest of myself this past weekend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-8339987329871700886?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/8339987329871700886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=8339987329871700886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/8339987329871700886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/8339987329871700886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2011/02/eat-pray-love.html' title='Eat Pray Love'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-7889528590741055102</id><published>2011-02-11T23:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T00:40:50.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me a sign</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I used to be able to see signs around me. Signs used to give me wisdom when I am lost. I don't see or hear anything right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or am I just being blind? Am I not letting myself see things clearly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was thinking about how far things went and how much I have hurt others. I cannot tell what is right and wrong or what is real and not real anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what makes me happy anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please just take pains away from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of a piece by Samuel Barber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Agunus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, miserere nobis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Agunus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, dona nobis pacem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Will I be forgiven?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-7889528590741055102?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/7889528590741055102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=7889528590741055102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/7889528590741055102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/7889528590741055102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-used-to-be-able-to-see-signs-around.html' title='Give me a sign'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-612780057759188822</id><published>2010-12-19T23:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T23:20:47.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Life often throws you into some confusion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And life always surprises you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I guess it is a good thing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-612780057759188822?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/612780057759188822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=612780057759188822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/612780057759188822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/612780057759188822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2010/12/confusion.html' title='Confusion'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-2310947537216468620</id><published>2010-11-22T20:01:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T21:00:27.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pandora Radio Led Me to an Old Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have been listening to online radio station called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pandora.com/"&gt;Pandora Radio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, which was recommended by my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The great thing about this radio station is you can type your favorite  song or musician, or simply choose a genre, then the site automatically pick up similar type of music and creates a station for you. You will be surprised by the selections they have. You may discover your new favorite music or musician through this site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And don't forget about the fact that it is FREE;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was listening to my "Green Day" radio just now. Then it picked up "Today" by Smashing Pumpkin. The name of this group hasn't been heard in my life for a long time, I honestly forgot about the existence of this group until just now, but as I see the name on my computer screen, my memory about this group instantly came back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;About a guy I used to have a huge crush on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Smashing Pumpkin was one of his favorite groups, and I often listened to this group's music when I was in his car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One memory leads to another. As I am writing this entry, I started to remember more about him, the time we were sort of study buddies, our common friends, my broken-heart experience, my first driving, and even my first car crush (this poor guy had to witness my nearly-death experience and he was late for work thanks to that). He was a good friend and a good listener. Back in my glad school days, whenever I needed an advice or someone to talk to, he used to be there for me over the phone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've come so far from back then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wonder how he's doing now. Last time I checked, he was in oversea. He should be coming back to the States sometime soon. Maybe I will drop a line. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-2310947537216468620?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/2310947537216468620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=2310947537216468620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/2310947537216468620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/2310947537216468620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2010/11/pandora-radio-leads-me-to-old-friend.html' title='Pandora Radio Led Me to an Old Friend'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-4908696300807949030</id><published>2010-11-16T19:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T19:55:32.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a Reality Check</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Life events happen to others occasionally make me evaluate where I am, what I have, and myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There has been a question in my head for a while. Am I just hanging onto things or do I really want to keep things in my hand? It might be a time for me to do a reality check one more time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-4908696300807949030?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/4908696300807949030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=4908696300807949030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/4908696300807949030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/4908696300807949030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2010/11/time-for-reality-check.html' title='Time for a Reality Check'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-434992769764615603</id><published>2010-09-11T10:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T10:45:53.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions which you should ask yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   1.  What makes you feel good? What activities do you find fun, satisfying, or energizing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   2. What makes you feel bad? What are sources of anger, irritation, boredom, frustration, or anxiety in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   3. Is there any way in which you don't feel right about your life? Do you wish you could change jobs, cities, family situation, or other circumstances? Are you living up to your expectations for yourself? Does your life reflect your values?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   4. Do you have sources of an atmosphere of growth? In what areas of your life do you find progress, learning, challenge, improvement, and increased mastery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Source: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.happinessprojecttoolbox.com/using_happiness_toolbox.html"&gt;http://www.happinessprojecttoolbox.com/using_happiness_toolbox.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-434992769764615603?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/434992769764615603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=434992769764615603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/434992769764615603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/434992769764615603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2010/09/questions-which-you-should.html' title='Questions which you should ask yourself'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-2709428398494192416</id><published>2010-07-23T22:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T00:49:26.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting things go</title><content type='html'>It gets really difficult to let go of something you have had for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Especially if you have a lot of love and memories in it.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you don't have any love in it anymore, you still feel like hanging on to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have something that I think I should let go of...but I still feel that I might regret if I do let it go.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I wanna do about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I am so tempted to keep it in the closet and never look at it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-2709428398494192416?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/2709428398494192416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=2709428398494192416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/2709428398494192416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/2709428398494192416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2010/07/letting-things-go.html' title='Letting things go'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-9037097770359015734</id><published>2010-05-25T18:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T22:32:20.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In front of strong wind, your light green stems and leaves could not stand straight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yet you try to stand up straight again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Every time a storm comes, your head falls down on to the ground. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yet you still try to keep growing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hoping, someday, somebody would glance at your blossom and  put a smile on his or her face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;まだ黄緑色のその枝や葉は、強風に打たれると打ちのめされてしまう。&lt;br /&gt;それでも、君はまた真っ直ぐに立ちあがろうとする。&lt;br /&gt;嵐のたびに、君はその頭（こうべ）を垂れてしまう。&lt;br /&gt;それでも尚、君は伸び続けようとする。&lt;br /&gt;いつか、誰かが咲きほこる君を見て微笑みを浮かべてくれることを願って。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-9037097770359015734?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/9037097770359015734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=9037097770359015734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/9037097770359015734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/9037097770359015734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-front-of-strong-wind-your-light.html' title='Tiny Hope'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-6412209232254758778</id><published>2010-05-02T17:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T18:25:33.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>50%</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I recently have had visits from one particular bird on my balcony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I could be wrong but it looks like the same female cardinal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I don't have any bird feeder or plants (except a dead plant) but it just keeps coming back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's nice to see a bird real close in a city....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;as long as I don't see any bird poop on my balcony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway, I got an e-mail from a schoolmate the other day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In the e-mail, she mentioned her separation with her husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2 out of 6 of my schoolmates had divorced and 1 was in couple therapy, and there is one separation to add to this statistic now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;According to a study from several years ago, 50% of couples end up getting divorced in the US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I wonder how the divorce rate is now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-6412209232254758778?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/6412209232254758778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=6412209232254758778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/6412209232254758778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/6412209232254758778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2010/05/50.html' title='50%'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-8175860272591868068</id><published>2010-02-24T18:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T19:59:52.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth and Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My sister-like friend's baby was born on February 14, on the Valentine's Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was literally there in the delivery room and witnessed the most important moment of his life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This new mother was so grateful that I was there for her. She was especially grateful for me filming a video right after the baby was born. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On the other hand, I was quite lost and not sure what to feel about this precious moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I imagined I would be so thrilled and touched when I actually see the baby. I thought I would be like "OMG....how cute he is!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The truth is...I was just amazed at how small the baby was and I was looking at him as if I'm looking at some kind of strange creature. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't take me wrong! I was and I am extremely happy for my friend, her family, the baby's father, and of course the baby boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was just different from what I imagined. The moment did not touch my maternal instinct at all. I could not feel that the baby was cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was almost disappointed at my reaction and I questioned myself if I could feel that my own baby is cute if I ever give a birth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never really wanted a kid before but I thought I would want at least one someday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Therefore my reaction made me think that I maybe don't want any kids at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After more than a week has passed, I finally started to feel (not just think) that the birth of this baby is so special and I am truly grateful that I could be there. I still don't feel that I want a baby in the future yet, but I am at least finally thrilled about what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A few days later the baby was born, I heard that someone I know from Kent State University has passed away. She was an instructor of Japanese language. When I was a Graduate Assistant at KSU, I used to see her almost every week and I even went to her classes for observation so that I could study how to teach in case I had to teach as a Teaching Assistant.  She was a wonderful person and I just loved her smile. It was a shocking news to me...especially after I witnessed someone's birth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Someone was born and someone else died. Birth and death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These two incidents reminded me that life is not infinite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;People come and go. The life starts and ends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You cannot waste any moment of your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-8175860272591868068?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/8175860272591868068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=8175860272591868068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/8175860272591868068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/8175860272591868068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2010/02/birth-and-death.html' title='Birth and Death'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-7194238768424613062</id><published>2010-02-14T02:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T02:17:26.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>About to witness a new life to come out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I went to a baby shower for my friend yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I have been at the hospital with her and her mom since a few hours after the shower.&lt;br /&gt;She was telling me that she would love to deliver her son on the Valentine's Day. And here we are at the hospital now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby boy, mama is taking the worst pain of her life for you now. Come out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-7194238768424613062?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/7194238768424613062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=7194238768424613062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/7194238768424613062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/7194238768424613062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2010/02/about-to-witness-new-life-to-come-out.html' title='About to witness a new life to come out'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-7947567487693880996</id><published>2009-12-31T09:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T10:26:01.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy New Year to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year has passed.&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of 2009 was awful as if it represents the rest of the year.&lt;br /&gt;There were of course good things among the bad things.&lt;br /&gt;2009 was the year that I lost myself.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure who I am, what I am doing, and where I am heading to...&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't myself anymore. I was always scared of being evaluated by someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back home for my Christmas break this year. I originally planned this trip for my grandparents but there is no need for that anymore. It, however, seems like I needed this break for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Coming back home and sitting at the desk where I used to dream the future and studied so hard reminded me who I was. Because I was trying too hard to be someone, I hated myself and I didn't want to care anything anymore. As long as I am feeling pressure from someone, I will not be able to grow up. I will not be able to achieve anything. The motivation has to come out from the inside of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2010, I would like to go back to where I was and rebuild things from the scratch again.&lt;br /&gt;もう一度、まっさらな気持ちで始めようと思う。&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/8717634-7947567487693880996?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/7947567487693880996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=7947567487693880996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/7947567487693880996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/7947567487693880996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-7387886340969921179</id><published>2009-07-07T11:45:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T12:56:24.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SlN71BK0mUI/AAAAAAAAADo/T_29LRXNWT8/s1600-h/Summer+2009+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SlN71BK0mUI/AAAAAAAAADo/T_29LRXNWT8/s200/Summer+2009+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355760532650760514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been on my 2-week vacation since last weekend, so my mother and her friend were visiting me. It's been about a year since last time I saw my (biological) mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took them around downtown Columbus, German &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;village&lt;/span&gt;, and Amish country. I already took my mother there twice, but she insisted she wanted to go back there.&lt;br /&gt;So this time, we actually stayed at a B&amp;amp;B for one night.&lt;br /&gt;It was beyond my expectation!&lt;br /&gt;The place we stayed at was actually more like a cottage, and we were staying at the 2-bedroom floor with a huge living room and kitchen. We had  everything we need such as a coffeemaker, some bread and juice for breakfast, cooking equipments, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;a Whirlpool&lt;/span&gt; bath in each room, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;an entertainment&lt;/span&gt; center, a nice deck with chairs. At last but not the least, we had a great view from the deck. There is a Amish family's farm and their house right in front of the hotel, and we could see horses eating glasses right below our deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a great place to stay to get away from the life in a city. I really wished I could stay there one more night so that I could do nothing but reading, cooking, and maybe taking a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever have a chance to come to the Amish country in OH, I strongly recommend that you should stay at &lt;a href="http://www.holmeswithaview.com/"&gt;Holmes with A View&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-7387886340969921179?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/7387886340969921179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=7387886340969921179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/7387886340969921179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/7387886340969921179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2009/07/vacation-in-country.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SlN71BK0mUI/AAAAAAAAADo/T_29LRXNWT8/s72-c/Summer+2009+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-2757173715294460001</id><published>2009-06-12T21:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T11:47:05.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"We are afriad of losing what we have, wheterh it's our life or our possessions and property. Buth this fear evaporates when we understand that our life stories and the history of the world were written by the same hand."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;--Excerpts from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Alchemist&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; by Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-2757173715294460001?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/2757173715294460001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=2757173715294460001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/2757173715294460001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/2757173715294460001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2009/06/todays-quote.html' title='Today&apos;s Quote'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-4463142849934952420</id><published>2009-05-16T23:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T23:43:08.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a small thing</title><content type='html'>Just a small thing can fill your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;電話を切った後、思わず顔がほころんでいる自分に気づいた。&lt;br /&gt;出合った頃みたい。&lt;br /&gt;まだ大丈夫だと思った瞬間。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-4463142849934952420?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/4463142849934952420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=4463142849934952420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/4463142849934952420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/4463142849934952420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-small-thing.html' title='Just a small thing'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-8545900147073772169</id><published>2009-02-23T20:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:51:55.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>26th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm finally or already 26 years old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Every year when I turn one more year older, I get strange feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;--Am I really growing up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel I am more childish than ever recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I was small, I wanted to get married by 26. I somehow thought that would be the appropriate age. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Many of my friends and classmates from college are getting married or got married recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I bet none of us imagined this would happen 5~6 years ago...How could they get married so young!? That's a huge commitment to make!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I still prefer to be a single not only because I don't believe in marriage so much but also because I still have so many things that I want to do as well as things that I need to learn as a person before being a part of or responsible for someone else's life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Regardless whether I am growing up or stuck in my teenager mind, I had another great birthday thanks to my friends and loved one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's really rare to have a b-day on the weekend, so I'm glad that I got to spend whole day just really "enjoying" the fact that I am still alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The best thing of my b-day this year was probably my birthday present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got a porcelain bowl as one of my b-day presents, which was what I had been wanted but I was hesitated to ask for for a long time. I didn't even think I would be able to get one for my birthday. I still don't think I deserve it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know if the gift sender read my mind or just realized that I looked desperate every time I see porcelain or ceramic artifacts at stores or art festivals...but that was really a surprise gift to me and that was really sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-8545900147073772169?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/8545900147073772169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=8545900147073772169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/8545900147073772169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/8545900147073772169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2009/02/26th-birthday.html' title='26th Birthday'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-7265116524072205346</id><published>2009-02-04T20:07:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:42:56.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seducing the Boys Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last 2 times when I was at a meeting as a interpreter, I did a pretty bad job even though the Japanese engineers were extremely grateful and thanking me after the each meeting.&lt;br /&gt;I am extremely ashamed about myself, so I decide to do the old-fashion interpreting practice that I used to do when I was taking a beginners' interpretation course for interpreting back in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;It's called shadowing.&lt;br /&gt;You repeat what a speaker said a little later than he or she said and keep following that person. It' like simultaneous interpreting except you don't interpret but you speak exactly the same sentences. When you got used to "shadow," it's time to practice actual interpreting sentence by sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I don't really have any recordings,  I am using podcast news. They are really good materials. I also downloaded a free software called "Audacity" so that I can record my voice and listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just happened to find a program that recorded an interesting interview with Nina Disesa, who wrote a book titled "Seducing the Boys Club." The book is basically about how to deal with people and how to be successful at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have a time to talk about the book in detail right now, so here's her book's website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seducingtheboysclub.com/"&gt;http://www.seducingtheboysclub.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the interview that I was practicing with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Good Morning America Now&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Technology/Podcasting/"&gt;http://abcnews.go.com/Technology/Podcasting/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I assume this interview will be replaced with new one sometime soon...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I like the title of the book :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-7265116524072205346?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/7265116524072205346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=7265116524072205346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/7265116524072205346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/7265116524072205346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2009/02/seducing-boys-club.html' title='Seducing the Boys Club'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-2249125981962469909</id><published>2009-01-11T16:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T16:54:47.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad News</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Belated New Year to all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had a long vacation over the holidays and spent pretty much entire vacation at other people's houses. It was relaxing and tiring 2 weeks for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I could spend a good time with my friends, American family, and the last but not the least, with my loved one. There, however, were some sad news around the Christmas Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One of my closest friend's Dad has passed away on the Christmas morning. It was really shocking news since I was actually looking forward to see my friend's Dad as much as seeing my friend. We were even supposed to have dinner together on the next day at his place. His Dad is still in his late-50s...pretty much same as my Dad...and my friend was back at home from Japan where he works now for the first time in this a year and a half or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was also really painful to see my friend and his family are so down. All I could do was being at the wake and church service...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A day or 2 days after I received the sad news, I received another news from my Mom via E-mail. It was news that my Grandpa is in the final stage of cancer and he may or may not have 3 months left. He is my Dad's side Grandpa and I am not close to him, but he's still my family and I will not be able to see him for the last time since I can't leave the States for my Visa status. Grandpa doesn't know that he has cancer all over his body and the family is not going to tell him either. He will not take any medication other than removing pain. He's in his 90s, so I think that's the best thing to let him have a quality time...but if I were in his position, I would rather know what I am dealing with...and how long I have left. He lived long enough and I think he would know when his time is almost up though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Life is so fragile. These sad news reminded me that we all have limited time in our lives and makes me realize how lucky I am that I still have so many people that I love around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;RIP Mr. Maskey. I will miss your jokes worse than your son and your tricks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-2249125981962469909?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/2249125981962469909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=2249125981962469909' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/2249125981962469909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/2249125981962469909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2009/01/sad-news.html' title='Sad News'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-7096373366670157936</id><published>2008-10-16T17:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T18:12:14.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Is My Career Going?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My astrology was all about my career today, so let's talk about career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My career has just started 3 months and 2 days ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I used to wanted to be a classical singer or music teacher, then my dream was directed to a ground staff at an airport. Then I decided to go for world politics. I wanted to work in the UN or some kind of international organization. After I started realize that what I love to learn may not be suitable to me as a job, so I went to a grad school for a practical reason -- getting a job. I studied translation through academic and business point of views at probably one of the best schools for translation, which I figured that out after I started the school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now, I'm working as an in-house translator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I gotta say I am still not sure where I am heading to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I like my current job, but this is not the kind of job that I want to do in the rest of my life. I can see myself working in a translation agency or localization department of a private company. I am also interested in the documentation center in the UN.  I might be interested in freelancing if everything works out.  Or I might go for another Master's degree or even Ph.D!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Maybe....my current career goal is doing everything I can. It's definitely not a model answer for a job interview though:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When I was a kid, I thought I would find a solid base of my life by the age I am now. I, however, still feel the same way when I sort of moved to America about 5 years ago: I can go anywhere I want to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-7096373366670157936?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/7096373366670157936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=7096373366670157936' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/7096373366670157936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/7096373366670157936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-is-my-career-going.html' title='Where Is My Career Going?'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-2321753273227134174</id><published>2008-10-11T12:43:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T11:27:10.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Showing Your Love to Others</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Some people likes to express their love to others directly in every minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Others would prefer to show their love to others occasionally but not really an explicit way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Some others think saying "I love you" is just a lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Would it be really fake if you show your affection to others frequently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I consider myself as a semi-affectionate person. If I really love someone, I can't just keep it to myself. It overflows from the inside. Although I don't need to say "I love you" every time I hang up my phone or kiss my boy friend in public, I wanna show that I love the person by some kind of way. I sometimes wanna spell it out. Other times I just want to hug somebody that I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;So now, there are few questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Am I expecting love in return when I show my love to others? Is it sly if I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Or... do I just want to make feel others better by showing my love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Is it childish to hope that someone love you back as much as you love that person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;To be honest with you, I want to feel that I am loved. That's a great source of my power. That feeling makes me emotionally stable and active in any aspects of my life. Who doesn't  want to be accepted by someone, especially someone you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;One time, I had to ask my boy friend if he still likes me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I wondered if he is with me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; he feels that he has an obligation with me and feels guilty about hurting me by breaking up with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"Are you in high school?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;That was the answer I received. That was not what I expected or wanted to hear at that moment of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I just needed to feel secure. At that time, I knew that I was irritating him by different things even I didn't mean to. I felt I couldn't make him happy because everything I do was wrong.  I seriously couldn't understand why he was still with me. I needed to hear that he likes me and that is the only reason why he doesn't break up with me even after realizing how I am different from him and way too sensitive for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I think most women want to hear that her man loves her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;(Some people may never understand this...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"Your deeds speak more than your words."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Yes, that is true, yet this saying is not fully taking a message receiver's perception into consideration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Your deeds may also send a wrong message to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Nobody can read others minds (unless you are a real psychic). If you want to send a right message, you sometimes have to say it clearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Why did your parents teach you to say thank you to others? Isn't that because to show your appreciation to others? Then why not your affection to others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;At least, that's how I feel. (It doesn't mean everyone should feel the same way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Notice: I'm not saying my b/f doesn't love me as much as I do. I know he cares about me as much as I do or sometimes more than I do. He just has a different way to show me and nothing is wrong with it, and my way is not wrong either. I brought up my personal experience just as an example of how preference differ among people and people shouldn't judge each other by that.&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/8717634-2321753273227134174?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/2321753273227134174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=2321753273227134174' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/2321753273227134174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/2321753273227134174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2008/10/showing-your-love-to-others.html' title='Showing Your Love to Others'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-2875576708708695441</id><published>2007-12-19T10:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T12:11:48.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Not to Regret Over Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I recently read a wonderful poem in Japanese. It was originally written in English in 1989 and spread the world after 9.11. I wanted to read the original but can't track the source, so below is my translation of the translation. I have no talent of writing a poem, so this is not perfect but I hope you'll get the sense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If I knew that was the last time to see you falling asleep,&lt;br /&gt;I would have pulled your blanket up,&lt;br /&gt;and prayed God would protect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew that was the last time to see you leaving home,&lt;br /&gt;I would have held you tight, kissed you,&lt;br /&gt;and called your name to hold you one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew that was the last time to hear you making a joyful sound,&lt;br /&gt;I would have taped everything and watched it again and again everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, tomorrow always comes,&lt;br /&gt;you can catch up something you missed,&lt;br /&gt;you can have a second chance even if you make a mistake,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can tell, "I love you" anytime.&lt;br /&gt;you can say, "Can I help you?" anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,&lt;br /&gt;if that is my misunderstanding and everything will end today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you how much I love you, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall not forget&lt;br /&gt;that there is no promise for tomorrow whether you are young or old,&lt;br /&gt;that today might be the last day for you to hold your loved one.&lt;br /&gt;You do not need to wait for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow never comes,&lt;br /&gt;there will be a regret for this day:&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I spare a little time for a smile, a cuddle, and a kiss?&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I do my loved one's last favor just because I was busy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why you shall hold your precious one tight today.&lt;br /&gt;You shall whisper to the person that you love him or her,&lt;br /&gt;that he or she will be your precious one forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a moment to tell "I'm sorry," "Forgive me," "Thank you," or "Don't worry."&lt;br /&gt;Then, you shall not regret over today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have someone you love,&lt;br /&gt;thank the miracle of being able to be with that person today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;God bless you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-2875576708708695441?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/2875576708708695441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=2875576708708695441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/2875576708708695441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/2875576708708695441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-not-to-regret-over-today.html' title='How Not to Regret Over Today'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-7747946909882175142</id><published>2007-09-30T13:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T22:44:54.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughtful in my PJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was watching "Friends" the other night.  The one phrase one of the character said got my attention. This is not what exactly she said, but she said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I don't believe in a soul mate. We just work hard to work out our relationship."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am a person who lives with feelings/instincts, so I personally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; there's a soul mate but I still agree with the idea. Everybody just works hard to keep their relationships because they want to. It's worth struggling for. There's much more than just struggles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-7747946909882175142?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/7747946909882175142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=7747946909882175142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/7747946909882175142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/7747946909882175142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2007/09/thoughtful-in-my-pj.html' title='Thoughtful in my PJ'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-1645171155941908880</id><published>2007-07-25T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T22:19:27.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Note to My Buddies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To my sweeties who are leaving country for new lives in less than a month,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I really really appreciate you for being my supporters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whenever I am down, I remember you are still out there for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just a silly talk with one of you makes me smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Those tight hugs you always give me make me feel I have a nest to take a rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You will be far away in a bit....which sucks coz I probably won't get to see you for Thanksgiving, Christmas, or New Year's Eve...breaking our tradition...but we will keep in touch with each other. I always look forward to hearing from you. I wish I could be there to share the great time you will have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks for these 3-4 years despite of me being bitchy sometimes. Meeting you guys were one of the best things happened to me in the States! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Always love you and wishing the best for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(I've never said love you to my guy friends, so you should be honored to hear this=P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-1645171155941908880?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/1645171155941908880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=1645171155941908880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/1645171155941908880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/1645171155941908880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2007/07/thanks-note-to-my-buddies.html' title='Thanks Note to My Buddies'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-6963795210677431073</id><published>2007-03-04T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T13:57:39.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Life changes constantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You keep losing and gaining something as long as you live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It could make your life worse....or better, but it really depends on how you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;perceive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; that change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You may mourn the change, but you can also celebrate it as a start of something new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;drastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; change lately, which gives me some new meaning and power. Actually, I think I'm still on the process of metamorphosis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have to admit changes are sometimes stressful, especially when the change is coming from outside, not from inside of ourselves. We are independent adult (at least I consider myself as an independent human being). We &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; do not want to be told what we should do or what is right/wrong from others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, changes are sometimes scary and stressful but I also feel lucky to have a chance to change something, a chance to take a look at my life from a different angle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My change came from outside at first, but I internalized the change--pacing myself in other words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel lucky to have someone who could give me a trigger and who wants to share the process of changing with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-6963795210677431073?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/6963795210677431073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=6963795210677431073' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/6963795210677431073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/6963795210677431073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2007/03/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-8132003623002422607</id><published>2007-02-24T07:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T14:10:32.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>24th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a  lign="center" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Many thanks to those who gave me birthday messages and wishes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks for reminding me that I'm loved and an important thing in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This year I thought it's gonna be really lonely because I thought none of my close friends can celebrate with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But guess what happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everyone I know in Kent gave me a birthday wishes and/or hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Even Cary; my rival, enemy, big brother and fellow student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Even my advisor and coworkers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Even my old roommate, dorm-mates, and classmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Foremost, even my students and those who come the event I'm in charge of at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm in charge of  "coffee hour," which is a weekly event sponsored by our department. It's just a casual gathering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, the coffee hour was next day of my birthday. In the end of coffee hour, the students brought me this huge cake and a present with birthday card!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can you imagine how much I was moved??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I kept saying "Oh, my god...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That was the most sweetest things of the year!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was great not only because they did something special for me but also because I could realize they appreciated my work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;たくさんの人が２４年前の奇跡を一緒に喜んでくれる。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;生まれてきてよかった、&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;そう思った瞬間でした。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-8132003623002422607?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/8132003623002422607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=8132003623002422607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/8132003623002422607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/8132003623002422607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2007/02/24th-birthday.html' title='24th Birthday'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-7676565225593773232</id><published>2007-02-15T19:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T05:32:59.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Authors bring foreign perspective - Campus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media.www.bgnews.com/media/storage/paper883/news/2007/02/14/Campus/Authors.Bring.Foreign.Perspective-2717750.shtml?sourcedomain=www.bgnews.com&amp;amp;MIIHost=media.collegepublisher.com"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Authors bring foreign perspective - Campus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a disappointment!!&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna ask the reporter what she was listening! And I can't believe the editor in chief gave go-sign for the title. It conveys completely wrong message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asian Americans are definitely not FOREIGNERS.&lt;br /&gt;The reason why Literary Caravan started this reading tour is expressing their identity as &lt;u&gt;Americans&lt;/u&gt; and letting other Americans know that they are same Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the first time for BG News did this kind of misinterpretation this year and Asian Communities United (including myself as former active member) has been working on this issue...What a shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-7676565225593773232?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://media.www.bgnews.com/media/storage/paper883/news/2007/02/14/Campus/Authors.Bring.Foreign.Perspective-2717750.shtml?sourcedomain=www.bgnews.com&amp;MIIHost=media.collegepublisher.com' title='Authors bring foreign perspective - Campus'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/7676565225593773232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=7676565225593773232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/7676565225593773232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/7676565225593773232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2007/02/authors-bring-foreign-perspective.html' title='Authors bring foreign perspective - Campus'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-116190911260512658</id><published>2006-10-26T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T19:31:52.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To brighten up your day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COSTELLO CALLS TO BUY A COMPUTER FROM ABBOTT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ABBOTT: Super Duper computer store. Can I help you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;COSTELLO: Thanks. I'm setting up an office in my den and I'm thinking about buying a computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ABBOTT: Mac?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;COSTELLO: No, the name's Lou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ABBOTT: Your computer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;COSTELLO: I don't own a computer. I want to buy one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ABBOTT: Mac?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;COSTELLO: I told you, my name's Lou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ABBOTT: What about Windows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;COSTELLO: Why? Will it get stuffy in here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ABBOTT: Do you want a computer with Windows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;COSTELLO: I don't know. What will I see when I look at the windows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ABBOTT: Wallpaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;COSTELLO: Never mind the windows. I need a computer and software.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ABBOTT: Software for Windows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;COSTELLO: No. On the computer! I need something I can use to write proposals and track expenses and run my business. What do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ABBOTT: Office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;COSTELLO: Yeah, for my office. Can you recommend anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ABBOTT: I just did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;COSTELLO: You just did what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ABBOTT: Recommend something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;COSTELLO: You recommended something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ABBOTT: Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;COSTELLO: For my office?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ABBOTT: Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;COSTELLO: OK, what did you recommend for my office?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ABBOTT: Office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;COSTELLO: Yes, for my office!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ABBOTT: I recommend Office with Windows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;COSTELLO: I already have an office with windows! OK, let's just say I'm sitting at my computer and I want to type a proposal. What do I need?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ABBOTT: Word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;COSTELLO: What word?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ABBOTT: Word in Office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;COSTELLO: The only word in office is office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ABBOTT: The Word in Office for Windows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;COSTELLO: Which word in office for windows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ABBOTT: The Word you get when you click the blue "W".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;COSTELLO: I'm going to click your blue "w" if you don't start with some straight answers. What about financial bookkeeping? You have anything I can track my money with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ABBOTT: Money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;COSTELLO: That's right. What do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ABBOTT: Money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;COSTELLO: I need money to track my money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ABBOTT: It comes bundled with your computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;COSTELLO: What's bundled with my computer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ABBOTT: Money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;COSTELLO: Money comes with my computer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ABBOTT: Yes. No extra charge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;COSTELLO: I get a bundle of money with my computer? How much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ABBOTT: One copy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;COSTELLO: Isn't it illegal to copy money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ABBOTT: Microsoft gave us a license to copy Money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;COSTELLO: They can give you a license to copy money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ABB OTT: Why not? THEY OWN IT!(A few days later)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ABBOTT: Super Duper computer store. Can I help you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;COSTELLO: How do I turn my computer off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ABBOTT: Click on "START&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-116190911260512658?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/116190911260512658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=116190911260512658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/116190911260512658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/116190911260512658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2006/10/to-brighten-up-your-day.html' title='To brighten up your day'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-115482536316263595</id><published>2006-08-05T19:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T05:42:39.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had the most important day in my entire college life today.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was not only excited to wear my gown and hat, but also I was really proud of myself, looking back how I came to this day.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,  my Bachelor's degree was officially confirmed.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am officially Alumna of Bowling Green State University.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Five years....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It took five years to get where I am now.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really glad that I could graduate from BGSU but not Nanzan University.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, guardians, friend's family came to the commencement to see me walking the platform to get my degree holder ( not the degree itself because it'll be mailed later).&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Even though my best girl friend and my buddy couldn't come, I'm sure I had the best smile in these three years.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;By the way, August graduation is wonderful except the point that it's extremely HOT!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-115482536316263595?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/115482536316263595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=115482536316263595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/115482536316263595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/115482536316263595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2006/08/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-115147001074988286</id><published>2006-06-27T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T23:46:50.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Card from a Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Success-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the art of being who you already are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-from the early graduation card I got from Seuss today-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-115147001074988286?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/115147001074988286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=115147001074988286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/115147001074988286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/115147001074988286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2006/06/graduation-card-from-friend.html' title='Graduation Card from a Friend'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-114766162350653303</id><published>2006-05-14T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T15:22:51.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, I went to church this morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It wasn't bad. The ministry wasn't a good speaker but people there welcomed this strange foreigner warmly. I thought it was very nice. And I understood why church communities are so important for some people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Since it's Mother's Day, they talked about love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love to your Moms, Dads, brothers and sisters, neighbors, and God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To be able to love someone, we need to experience love first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A baby who couldn't get enough attention from the parents in the first 6 months, he/she has a problem with relationships with others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;According to this psychologists, you first need to learn that there would be someone when you need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Interpreted by my words, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"To be able to love, you need to be able to accept love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And love doesn't expect anything as a return. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You just love." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-114766162350653303?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/114766162350653303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=114766162350653303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/114766162350653303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/114766162350653303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2006/05/church.html' title='Church'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-114635850595121098</id><published>2006-04-29T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T15:29:33.507-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's two tips if you are planning to smuggle ivory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1)Come into America from Alaska. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2)Smuggle on the weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Trust me, there are less security guards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And if you see the ad saying you can buy a star. Don't trust it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You are prohibited to sell/buy outer space resources by international treaty. But there's exception. If your country has not signed the treaty yet.....Yes, you can buy a star. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, Exam week is around the corner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let's be good student for 1 week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-114635850595121098?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/114635850595121098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=114635850595121098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/114635850595121098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/114635850595121098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2006/04/heres-two-tips-if-you-are-planning-to.html' title=''/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-114464065203727724</id><published>2006-04-09T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T00:06:33.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Important Announcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2334/605/1600/maasu010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2334/605/200/maasu010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As you know, I'm (supposed to be) graduating college this August. After the graduation, I think I'm going to go to a grad school in Kent State University to get MA in translation...and 2 years later from now, I guess I will be a professional translator....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got the acceptance letter last month but I've been considering what I should do/what I really wanna do since January, right after I sent the application to the grad school. I've been going back and forth for these 1-2 months. Like...One time, I decided to decline the acceptance, but the next day, I changed my mind again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I still don't know this is the right decision or this is what I really wanna do, but I know this is what I should do now. 2 years later, I will figure out if this was the right decision or not. Even if I decided to go other way, the experience I will have in the next 2 years won't be a waste. That's for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, I guess I'm having an interesting resume so far. Studying abroad, Transferring from Japan, and now I'm changing my major. Well, who knows what will happen in the future. I just know I will eventually get to the point where I should be no matter waht that is. No matter how long it'll take....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-114464065203727724?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/114464065203727724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=114464065203727724' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/114464065203727724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/114464065203727724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2006/04/important-announcement.html' title='Important Announcement'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-114165783523741628</id><published>2006-03-06T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T23:19:53.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Good news , bad news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Good one first. Mom is coming to see me tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bad news. One of my professor, Dr. Kawashima, has passed away yesterday morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm so shocked and just can't believe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He was a great professor and made a lot of contribution to our school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And foremost, he was a really loveable and generous man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We all miss him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was looking at his comment on my journal for his class....I got back this just one week ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't feel sad yet. Just shocked.....I can't find a word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hope I can go to his funeral on Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-114165783523741628?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/114165783523741628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=114165783523741628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/114165783523741628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/114165783523741628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2006/03/good-news-bad-news.html' title=''/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-113772894922248121</id><published>2006-01-19T22:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T05:30:04.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>***Today's Quote***</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;by Eleanor Roosevelt (quoted from the lid of Honestea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-113772894922248121?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/113772894922248121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=113772894922248121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/113772894922248121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/113772894922248121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-fyi.html' title='***Today&apos;s Quote***'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-113439973129912382</id><published>2005-12-12T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T18:24:28.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Your Study Break</title><content type='html'>I would like to introduce my first nephew, Itsuki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2334/605/1600/itsuki002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2334/605/200/itsuki002.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he a cutie?=D&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that I will spoil him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2334/605/1600/itsuki001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2334/605/200/itsuki001.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-113439973129912382?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/113439973129912382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=113439973129912382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/113439973129912382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/113439973129912382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2005/12/for-your-study-break.html' title='For Your Study Break'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-113246976418122449</id><published>2005-11-20T01:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T01:58:52.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alcoholic?!XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2334/605/1600/Nov19-Beer%20Bottles%2002-my%20apt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2334/605/320/Nov19-Beer%20Bottles%2002-my%20apt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've just got a picture from my roomie....XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We look like alcoholic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These beer bottles are hidden under in our kitchen sink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S&lt;br /&gt;We didn't drink &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL OF THEM&lt;/span&gt;.  Just in case you believed we are really alcoholic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-113246976418122449?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/113246976418122449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=113246976418122449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/113246976418122449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/113246976418122449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2005/11/alcoholicxd.html' title='Alcoholic?!XD'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-113243797124389031</id><published>2005-11-19T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T17:06:56.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When I feel down, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1) I eat cookies, chocolate, or ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2) I drink wine or cocktail and go to bed earlier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3) I look up the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;4) I go to "the hill" at school(It's my special place.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;5) I sing or play the piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It works for most of the people to talk with someone but I'm terribly bad at talking about inside of myself, so that would be the last thing I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sometimes, everything might look terrible for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;One time, my classmate(She's also an international student and International Studies major) told me that she's telling herself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Hang on there. I can get through this. It's just bad time. Things will get better soon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Let's believe things will get better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If you are in the worst time, it'll only get better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If you are positive, you'll have more luck. That's one thing I learned from my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-113243797124389031?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/113243797124389031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=113243797124389031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/113243797124389031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/113243797124389031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2005/11/when-i-feel-down-1-i-eat-cookies.html' title=''/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-112325153085926223</id><published>2005-08-05T09:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T09:19:43.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>After 60 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;August 6, Monday, in 1945.&lt;br /&gt;One atomic bomb called little boy was thrown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna watch a MTV program, but happened to saw a documentary about Hiroshima.&lt;br /&gt;I saw everything through the documentary: the road to Hiroshima, in the morning of Aug. 6th, at the moment of the explosion, and the people after 60 years.&lt;br /&gt;There was one scientist. He made the atomic bomb, was one of the crew of the plane which brought atomic bomb to Hiroshima, and took a movie right after the bomb was exploded. He talked with 2 victims of Hiroshima. One of them asked him to apologize, but he refused it strongly. He said, "I don't apologize. You should apologize." in stead. He mentioned the saying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Remember Pearl Harbor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; He lost his friends...he's also a victim of the war. When I heard the phrase, my heart hurt so much. Hatred brings only hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna accuse anybody. I can't because I know what Japan did during the war. But I don't think throwing an atomic bomb was the best choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 60 years has passed, I am studying Peace Studies &amp; Conflict Solution in the U.S. which was once an enemy of Japan. I love America and its people.&lt;br /&gt;I found out the significance of what I'm doing right now. Those three people in the documentary will never be able to understand each other, but I'm different from them. I can be the bridge between Japan and America. I'm glad that I could meet a lot of nice Americans and understand each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;私がアメリカへ渡ったのは偶然だったのか、それとも必然なのか？それは分からないけど、とても意味のあることをしていると思った。&lt;br /&gt;明日で広島の悲劇から60年。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Remember Hiroshima, Remember Pearl Harbor, Remember our mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;that's all I wanna say now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-112325153085926223?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/112325153085926223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=112325153085926223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/112325153085926223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/112325153085926223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2005/08/after-60-years.html' title='After 60 years'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-111607981549427021</id><published>2005-05-14T21:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T05:21:37.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Strength</title><content type='html'>Some people say "Be tough" or "Be strong."&lt;br /&gt;but what does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;Not to show your weakness? To endure no matter what happen? Not to cry? Not to complain?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, these things are included,  but is that all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A real strong person may be someone who knows he/she is weak at first hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, he/she can accept others' weakness and be always kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;本当に強い人は、自分が弱い事を知っている人なのかもしれない。&lt;br /&gt;我慢したり、弱音をはかないことも強さだけど、弱さを受け入れてあげる事も強さなんじゃないかな？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-111607981549427021?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/111607981549427021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=111607981549427021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/111607981549427021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/111607981549427021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2005/05/real-strength.html' title='Real Strength'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-111508491447452891</id><published>2005-05-02T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T21:52:50.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Find Someone</title><content type='html'>This is from my friend's Live Journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LADIES...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;who calls you back when you hang up on him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Wait for the boy who kisses your forehead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;who wants to show you the world when you are in your sweats, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;---?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;who holds your hand in front of his friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;who thinks you're just pretty without makeup on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says, "...that's her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUYS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Find a girl who calls you baby faced instead of hot or sexy who can't stand it when you hang up on her and calls right back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;who would sit there for hours looking into your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;who doesn't care what you look like, but what's inside counts the most,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Who looks at you with the twinkle in her eyes and kisses you on the cheek instead of the lips,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Wants to be with you in public, even if you wear those old grass stained and ripped pants with the bleached jersey like always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Wait for the girl who is a constant reminder of your happiness and joy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;who makes you smile just by knowing she loves you back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Wait for the girl who you give piggy back rides to in public and she still is in view of her friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;while she gets off and you hear her go: "you're the one for me, for always"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes.  This is it!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-111508491447452891?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/111508491447452891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=111508491447452891' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/111508491447452891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/111508491447452891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/2005/05/find-someone.html' title='Find Someone'/><author><name>shizuka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09900729110402110216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n8JqSzBrczA/SX1A8Fu6BhI/AAAAAAAAADA/QUCNDVsIRs0/S220/07252008+004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717634.post-110886907864993610</id><published>2005-02-19T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T22:11:18.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>この世にある全てのものは変わっていく&lt;br /&gt;でも変わらないで欲しいものもある&lt;br /&gt;忘れてほしくないものもある&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-110886907864993610?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/110886907864993610/comments/default' title='Post 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type='text'>Title of this blog</title><content type='html'>I named the title of this blog after one scene of my favorite novel.&lt;br /&gt;The snow falling in Spring is a gift from angels, celebrating and praying for your happiness.&lt;br /&gt;I believe everyone was born to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;-Let me pray for u-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8717634-109802489551760821?l=cindy-shizu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindy-shizu.blogspot.com/feeds/109802489551760821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8717634&amp;postID=109802489551760821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8717634/posts/default/109802489551760821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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