<?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-3071955863518354248</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:41:00.997-08:00</updated><category term='arm'/><category term='moving'/><category term='truth'/><category term='newb'/><category term='sex'/><category term='finger'/><category term='hiroshima'/><category term='ouch'/><category term='lonely'/><category term='funny'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='spring'/><category term='not'/><category term='tekiyaki'/><category term='facts'/><category term='tours'/><category term='Lauryn'/><category term='new apartment'/><category term='girl'/><category term='japan'/><category term='new'/><category term='china'/><category term='fall'/><category term='broken'/><title type='text'>Pretty in Pink</title><subtitle type='html'>Zi Ran Ni! Si wa Wang mu! This is a slogan that I made to represent what country I was born in and what country I love. it means "Naturally Me, I Hope!"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitejapanesegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071955863518354248/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitejapanesegirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Katarina-bakajo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01561365547383111968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__UY9Jkt0ksU/R7O-xlivwTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qo3Mb5H_IGY/S220/th_cute.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071955863518354248.post-7379179318848724761</id><published>2008-04-11T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T16:01:47.283-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tekiyaki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiroshima'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>JAPAN!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__UY9Jkt0ksU/R__mCNogJaI/AAAAAAAAABo/HEG4u9p5JBA/s1600-h/IMG_0642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__UY9Jkt0ksU/R__mCNogJaI/AAAAAAAAABo/HEG4u9p5JBA/s400/IMG_0642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188118221447767458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG I WENT TO JAPAN, DREAM IS COMPLETED!!!!!!! ARIGATOU GOZAIMASHITA TO THE PILOT WHO I WAS SURE WAS GOING TO FALL ASLEEP AND KILL US ALL! ALRIGHT ITS PICTURE TIME.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__UY9Jkt0ksU/R__fydogJWI/AAAAAAAAABI/5HziLlRm_g4/s1600-h/42zaphod.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__UY9Jkt0ksU/R__fydogJWI/AAAAAAAAABI/5HziLlRm_g4/s400/42zaphod.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188111353795061090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kinkaku-ji Temple (Gold Pavilion Temple) in Kyoto was so beautiful. Karina got in lots of trouble there when she started to touch things... not even seemingly important things. I think the guy showing us around the city was a little too uptight. His name was Keitaro... I think. So ya that was fun... anyways, Next Picture!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__UY9Jkt0ksU/R__ictogJXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xBd6_XIri8E/s1600-h/IMG_0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__UY9Jkt0ksU/R__ictogJXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xBd6_XIri8E/s400/IMG_0268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188114278667789682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a dog... is it a dragon.. is it a dragon dog? I have no idea... This was taken by Meaghan with my camera when I was in the bathroom. I don't even know where we are in this picture any more... it was kinda the same in some of the places we saw! There were a lot of people with the sickness protection masks!!! Like everywhere!!! So cleanly.... That girl in the pink/white jacket named Mari found my purse and returned it to me like 5 minutes after this picture was taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__UY9Jkt0ksU/R__jhNogJYI/AAAAAAAAABY/Lr_q_LUfIyU/s1600-h/IMG_0389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__UY9Jkt0ksU/R__jhNogJYI/AAAAAAAAABY/Lr_q_LUfIyU/s400/IMG_0389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188115455488828802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I don't even remember this place... which sucks because I'd love to have seen this. I got sick for 2 whole days!!! i should have worn the Sickness Protection masks =_=. So I am assuming it is a pagoda... If any of you know it tell me please cause I am lost and these are my own pictures&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__UY9Jkt0ksU/R__ki9ogJZI/AAAAAAAAABg/ZXrzhUj4_48/s1600-h/IMG_0596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__UY9Jkt0ksU/R__ki9ogJZI/AAAAAAAAABg/ZXrzhUj4_48/s400/IMG_0596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188116585065227666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This is a geisha... tabun... that we saw while walking up this neat little street. It took about 5 minutes for me to realize she was a real person. I want her shoes. With the bright murasakiiro kimono in front of me, my interest is still mainly in the shoes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__UY9Jkt0ksU/R__mcNogJbI/AAAAAAAAABw/D8A9g0l9eWQ/s1600-h/IMG_0728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__UY9Jkt0ksU/R__mcNogJbI/AAAAAAAAABw/D8A9g0l9eWQ/s400/IMG_0728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188118668124366258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Hiroshima Peace Memorial, a.k.a., The Atomic Bomb Dome in Hiroshima. Seeing this building was also kind of sad and the air was stuffy. We left this place after looking around the grounds for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats my trip! I got sick, lost my purse and camera, found my purse and camera, say a bunch of statues and people who look just a fake as Hollywood superstars in a different way and had lots of fun. I also got a boyfriend after he walked with me while I was blindfolded down the Kiyomizu love stones!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071955863518354248-7379179318848724761?l=whitejapanesegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitejapanesegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7379179318848724761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071955863518354248&amp;postID=7379179318848724761' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071955863518354248/posts/default/7379179318848724761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071955863518354248/posts/default/7379179318848724761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitejapanesegirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/japan.html' title='JAPAN!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Katarina-bakajo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01561365547383111968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__UY9Jkt0ksU/R7O-xlivwTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qo3Mb5H_IGY/S220/th_cute.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__UY9Jkt0ksU/R__mCNogJaI/AAAAAAAAABo/HEG4u9p5JBA/s72-c/IMG_0642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071955863518354248.post-4546677303864149758</id><published>2008-03-01T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T00:58:56.256-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauryn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ouch'/><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__UY9Jkt0ksU/R8kXEPFHuiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/gpatCMJePLE/s1600-h/GUP026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__UY9Jkt0ksU/R8kXEPFHuiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/gpatCMJePLE/s320/GUP026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172691008546650658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this afternoon I managed to break one arm and 3 fingers. At approximately 2:23 p.m. when getting out of the shower I stepped on a wet towel and slid across the floor and into the pedestal sink. There was blood gushing out everywhere, even out of places I didn't even know I had. So when I finally  crawled to my cell phone I called 911  and the rushed over. However, when they came the door was locked ,and still having no furniture , I had to crawl to the door and  pulled myself up by the  handle.  I just got back thank-god! Its taking me forever to type all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__UY9Jkt0ksU/R8kYofFHukI/AAAAAAAAABA/tD8HwpmBkwc/s1600-h/Water_by_zeiva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__UY9Jkt0ksU/R8kYofFHukI/AAAAAAAAABA/tD8HwpmBkwc/s400/Water_by_zeiva.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172692730828536386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to post this picture drawn and colour by my friend Zeiva from deviantART. She's selling them I think so go check it out.  Anyways, My life is boring so far. I'll keep you updated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071955863518354248-4546677303864149758?l=whitejapanesegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitejapanesegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4546677303864149758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071955863518354248&amp;postID=4546677303864149758' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071955863518354248/posts/default/4546677303864149758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071955863518354248/posts/default/4546677303864149758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitejapanesegirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/ouch.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name>Katarina-bakajo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01561365547383111968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__UY9Jkt0ksU/R7O-xlivwTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qo3Mb5H_IGY/S220/th_cute.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__UY9Jkt0ksU/R8kXEPFHuiI/AAAAAAAAAAw/gpatCMJePLE/s72-c/GUP026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071955863518354248.post-4748164292074829375</id><published>2008-02-13T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T00:58:21.119-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not'/><title type='text'>Girl Facts.. Or not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;I saw this in another blog and decided to actually truth it up a bit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Girl facts: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;When you catch a girl&lt;br /&gt;glancing at you,&lt;br /&gt;she wants you to look&lt;br /&gt;back and smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;(or you have food on your face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;When a girl bumps into your arm&lt;br /&gt;while walking with you&lt;br /&gt;she wants&lt;br /&gt;you to hold her hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;(or she wasn't paying attention to you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;When she wants a hug&lt;br /&gt;she will just stand there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;(I don't personally recommend this method, it doesn't work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;When u break a girls heart&lt;br /&gt;she still feels it when&lt;br /&gt;you run into each other 3 years later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;(This one can be true for many girls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;When a girl is quiet,&lt;br /&gt;millions of things are running through her&lt;br /&gt;mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;(Or she's sleeping with her eyes open)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;When a girl is not arguing,&lt;br /&gt;she is thinking deeply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;(or she lost her voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;When a girl looks at you with eyes full of&lt;br /&gt;questions,&lt;br /&gt;she is wondering how long you will be&lt;br /&gt;around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;(Or what she wants for lunch later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;When a girl answers, "I'm fine," after a&lt;br /&gt;few seconds,&lt;br /&gt;she is not at all fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;(This one is true... and obvious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;When a girl stares at you,&lt;br /&gt;she is wondering why you are playing games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;(or she might be angry that you kissed her best friend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;When a girl lays her head on your chest,&lt;br /&gt;she is wishing for you to be hers forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;(she wants sex)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;When a girl says she can't live&lt;br /&gt;without you,&lt;br /&gt;she has made up her mind that you are&lt;br /&gt;her future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;(or... she wants sex!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;When a girl says, "I miss you,"&lt;br /&gt;no one in this world can miss you more&lt;br /&gt;than that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;(True True)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;When a girl is mean to you after a break-up&lt;br /&gt;she wants you back, but shes&lt;br /&gt;scared she'll get hurt and knows&lt;br /&gt;you're gone forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;(Or maybe she really does hate you guts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071955863518354248-4748164292074829375?l=whitejapanesegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitejapanesegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4748164292074829375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071955863518354248&amp;postID=4748164292074829375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071955863518354248/posts/default/4748164292074829375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071955863518354248/posts/default/4748164292074829375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitejapanesegirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/girl-facts-or-not.html' title='Girl Facts.. Or not.'/><author><name>Katarina-bakajo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01561365547383111968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/__UY9Jkt0ksU/R7O-xlivwTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qo3Mb5H_IGY/S220/th_cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071955863518354248.post-2345390845163033433</id><published>2008-02-13T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T20:58:28.517-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='china'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new apartment'/><title type='text'>Nihao! Konnichiwa! Hi!</title><content type='html'>After what seemed like years (actually about 5 minutes) I finally found a good place for a blog! Now now, this may not be your cup of tea considering i am a 17 year old hormonal girl at the height of her life so bear with me! I am of complex ancestry. Lets see... I was born in Beijing moved to Xia Jiang (a very small populated by like 50 people) village somewhere in the highlands or lowlands of China, then I was off to Italy, Spain and then i whole bunch of other places and I ended up in Canada, where I am currently!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   I'm really not good at writing so help me along people! Now what does a girl do when she has just received an apartment from her eldest sister because she wants to get rid of her? I have 0 furniture other than a small futon thing and a laptop which gets my only pillow because I value it before my own life. I don't even have a job yet!(I told my sister that and she retorted with "I hear Dairy Queens Hiring.") No way am I working at Dairy Queen with some pubescent 15 year old boy just starting to notice breasts! Maybe I can be a beggar... no that'd never work. I'll keep looking though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Today my sisters new boyfriend Alex.. Alec... Mark? Anyways we will call him John Doe for now. So John came over today and wanted to see if I needed help settling in and wanted to know if I wanted a roommate (like I so want a girl or guy walking around my house in a robe or nude and defending themselves with "I live here to") so I answered 'no' very politely.. with half a PopTart in my mouth,... and he totally flipped out! He gives me bad, bad vibes but I'm afraid to wreck "another" one of my sisters romances. I ruin them a lot considering I have 5 sisters and a brother. I am the 5th child so nobody better complain about being the middle child!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So right now i'm listening to Morning Musume... its a little bit out of my age group on the younger side but I am obsessed. My favorites are:&lt;br /&gt;1)Koi no Dance Site - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iSrkvqK7EDw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iSrkvqK7EDw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Joshi Kashimashi Monogatari - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0aKBuEt-xj4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0aKBuEt-xj4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)(Mini Moni. Sub group) Lucky Cha Cha Cha - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gi-znKuq_Rw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gi-znKuq_Rw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071955863518354248-2345390845163033433?l=whitejapanesegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitejapanesegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2345390845163033433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3071955863518354248&amp;postID=2345390845163033433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071955863518354248/posts/default/2345390845163033433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071955863518354248/posts/default/2345390845163033433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitejapanesegirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/nihao-konnichiwa-hi.html' title='Nihao! 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