<?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-1821091801645881561</id><updated>2012-01-08T18:12:50.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tell it like it is</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-3380728324305168322</id><published>2012-01-08T18:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T18:12:50.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Bowie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TBJYPrhpNi8/Twoip5pxX7I/AAAAAAAAAY8/QPIFzkzIQ38/s1600/davidbowie.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TBJYPrhpNi8/Twoip5pxX7I/AAAAAAAAAY8/QPIFzkzIQ38/s400/davidbowie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695402782009417650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Self Portrait&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm an instant star. Just add water and stir."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-3380728324305168322?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/3380728324305168322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/3380728324305168322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-birthday-bowie.html' title='Happy Birthday Bowie!'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TBJYPrhpNi8/Twoip5pxX7I/AAAAAAAAAY8/QPIFzkzIQ38/s72-c/davidbowie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-5940361701692406563</id><published>2012-01-02T15:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T15:27:08.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shearwater</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dms1lc-YgPc/TwITAuDYYnI/AAAAAAAAAYk/OBnfI8QzPfU/s1600/Shearwater-Animal-Joy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dms1lc-YgPc/TwITAuDYYnI/AAAAAAAAAYk/OBnfI8QzPfU/s400/Shearwater-Animal-Joy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693133782032867954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comes out in February. Can't wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-5940361701692406563?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/5940361701692406563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/5940361701692406563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2012/01/shearwater.html' title='Shearwater'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dms1lc-YgPc/TwITAuDYYnI/AAAAAAAAAYk/OBnfI8QzPfU/s72-c/Shearwater-Animal-Joy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-7701545748945164350</id><published>2012-01-01T19:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T18:53:22.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Songs of 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8t9T_7JQxhM/TwJDF5UDgJI/AAAAAAAAAYw/VeEGdet08qE/s1600/st-vincent-456-120611.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8t9T_7JQxhM/TwJDF5UDgJI/AAAAAAAAAYw/VeEGdet08qE/s400/st-vincent-456-120611.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693186647513071762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Beirut- East Harlem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Megafaun- The Longest Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Joe Pug- Hymn #1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Wye Oak- Holy Holy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. REM- Back to Where We Belong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Cults- Go Outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Florence and the Machine- Shake It Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. A Hawk and a Hacksaw- Cervantine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Alabama Shakes- Hold On&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Sam Doores and the Tumbleweeds- Depression Blues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. St. Vincent- Cruel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Gem Club- Twins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Bob Schneider- If I Only Had a Brain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Cavemen- Old Friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Chris Thile &amp;amp; Michael Daves- My Little Girl in Tennessee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click to see list from &lt;a href="http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html"&gt;2010&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html"&gt;2009&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/01/top-15-of-2008.html"&gt;2008&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1821091801645881561-7701545748945164350?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/7701545748945164350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/7701545748945164350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-songs-of-2011.html' title='My Songs of 2011'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8t9T_7JQxhM/TwJDF5UDgJI/AAAAAAAAAYw/VeEGdet08qE/s72-c/st-vincent-456-120611.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-8671231267647853108</id><published>2011-12-10T22:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T23:45:46.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Wigglet</title><content type='html'>My friend, Joe, and his wife, Miranda, decided to wait until Christmas to reveal the gender of their first-born child!! I think it's the cutest idea ever!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hR2sJeHd8WQ/TuQq-r9uh7I/AAAAAAAAAYY/LkkRVqe64LA/s400/baby%2Bwigglet.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684715886090291122" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Central Park the other night since it was John Lennon's 31st death anniversary. It's been unseasonably warm so the night was nice. We all partook in the day-long-Beatles-singalong, which is always fun. There was an old man standing in front of me and at one point, he sadly said "I can't remember the lyrics anymore." It made me sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 50 year span since Beatlesmania makes me wonder a lot of things. It is about the same stretch as their height and the turn of the century. Even though The Beatles were well before my time, I personally do not feel very far away from John or Paul or George or Ringo. I wonder if they felt the same closeness towards Van Gogh or Freud. And if so, did the latter feel the same way towards Liszt or Balzac?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas didn't really hit me until tonight. I was on the subway platform when I heard a busker playing &lt;i&gt;Auld Lang Syne&lt;/i&gt; on the violin. He played terribly but I think that's what triggered. It's the memory of joyful and drunk people singing off key at the stroke of midnight. And even though it's not quite Christmas, it's really the merge of all these holiday memories that end the year with hopes of a better one to come. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can officially put on Nat King Cole music now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-8671231267647853108?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/8671231267647853108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/8671231267647853108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2011/12/baby-wigglet.html' title='Baby Wigglet'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hR2sJeHd8WQ/TuQq-r9uh7I/AAAAAAAAAYY/LkkRVqe64LA/s72-c/baby%2Bwigglet.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-6083186939163201983</id><published>2011-12-08T00:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T00:02:12.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Abbey Roading Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hpz7zw3rgmo/TuBEl6hI6KI/AAAAAAAAAYM/qdrgqo5wZQE/s1600/abbey%2Broad%2Bcurb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hpz7zw3rgmo/TuBEl6hI6KI/AAAAAAAAAYM/qdrgqo5wZQE/s400/abbey%2Broad%2Bcurb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683618147895666850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you, John.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-6083186939163201983?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/6083186939163201983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/6083186939163201983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2011/12/abbey-roading.html' title='Abbey Roading Around'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hpz7zw3rgmo/TuBEl6hI6KI/AAAAAAAAAYM/qdrgqo5wZQE/s72-c/abbey%2Broad%2Bcurb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-4198916977498413633</id><published>2011-11-27T01:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T01:49:50.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Did I ever mention that I have a terrible fear of pigeons? After watching Alfred Hitchcock's &lt;i&gt;Birds&lt;/i&gt; at the age of 12, I've been scared shitless of these creatures. Anyway, we found a pigeon chilling in the living room this morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Denisse and I were the only ones in the apartment. We tried to lead it towards the window and/or door but instead it flew to the kitchen and just sat on the counter. We tried leading it again with a broom but it just flew around and around. We screamed a lot. A LOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were also scared it was going to poop so we had to hover ourselves with a blanket. Denisse waved the broom blindly towards the air. The bird fluttered back and forth until it found its way to the door and into hallway. Denisse managed to get the rooftop door open and it eventually flew out to the clear blue sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;End result? I STILL HATE PIGEONS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-4198916977498413633?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/4198916977498413633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/4198916977498413633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-morning-there-was-pigeon-in-living.html' title='Morning Adventure'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-6885464372677939513</id><published>2011-11-01T21:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T22:01:08.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloweenie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XV5uUCEpl0w/TrCj82t_jTI/AAAAAAAAAX4/RL58K9YY9No/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-11-01%2Bat%2B9.54.48%2BPM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XV5uUCEpl0w/TrCj82t_jTI/AAAAAAAAAX4/RL58K9YY9No/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-11-01%2Bat%2B9.54.48%2BPM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670212196735356210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-6885464372677939513?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/6885464372677939513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/6885464372677939513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloweenie.html' title='Halloweenie'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XV5uUCEpl0w/TrCj82t_jTI/AAAAAAAAAX4/RL58K9YY9No/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-11-01%2Bat%2B9.54.48%2BPM.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-1381013145956059983</id><published>2011-10-23T12:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T13:08:02.674-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Winding Up Whistlers Playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Otis Redding- Sittin' on The Dock of the Bay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Andrew Bird- Oh No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Bob Schneider- If I Only Had a Brain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Simon &amp;amp; Garfunkel- Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Party Ben- Single Ladies (In Mayberry)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. M.Ward- Lullaby + Exile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Edward Sharpe &amp;amp; The Magnetic Zeroes- Home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Leonard Cohen- Tonight Will Be Fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Devendra Banhart- Cada Casa Que Crece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Peter, Bjorn &amp;amp; John- Young Folks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Pelle Carlbarg- Fly Me to the Moon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Bobby McFerrin- Don't Worry Be Happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-1381013145956059983?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/1381013145956059983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/1381013145956059983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2011/10/winding-up-whistlers-playlist.html' title='Winding Up Whistlers Playlist'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-4477175858761400315</id><published>2011-10-14T23:32:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T23:43:11.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderlust King</title><content type='html'>GOT TICKETS FOR NEW YEAR'S EVE.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R0uCA4Ut1EI/TpkANs9eYkI/AAAAAAAAAXg/tnmZz30R3dg/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-10-14%2Bat%2B11.31.18%2BPM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663558241802412610" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Eugene Hütz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-4477175858761400315?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/4477175858761400315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/4477175858761400315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2011/10/wonderlust-king.html' title='Wonderlust King'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R0uCA4Ut1EI/TpkANs9eYkI/AAAAAAAAAXg/tnmZz30R3dg/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-10-14%2Bat%2B11.31.18%2BPM.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-8062073733877410969</id><published>2011-09-25T15:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T15:10:55.308-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Telegram</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-viNCCqpFmrw/Tn9678ihHmI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/XyEGzh7esDw/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-09-25%2Bat%2B3.03.08%2BPM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656374827282407010" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-8062073733877410969?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/8062073733877410969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/8062073733877410969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-know-its-still-september-but.html' title='Halloween Telegram'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-viNCCqpFmrw/Tn9678ihHmI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/XyEGzh7esDw/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-09-25%2Bat%2B3.03.08%2BPM.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-571513241893404432</id><published>2011-09-24T12:34:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T13:18:30.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For Gonzo</title><content type='html'>A few nights ago, we caught&lt;i&gt; Jane's Journey &lt;/i&gt;at the IFC. It's a documentary on Jane Goodall released by &lt;i&gt;First Run Features&lt;/i&gt; (HOLLER). On the way home that night, I felt so at peace that I sat without realizing the subway was going extremely slow due to construction work. While everybody sat there moaning and groaning, I thought about Jane's amazing spirit, a level I wish to achieve within myself someday. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I forget that happiness is a mindset and not a possession. I remember there's this quote from the pilot of &lt;i&gt;Freak and Geeks&lt;/i&gt;. When Lindsay gets in trouble, she is punished by having to chaperone at the homecoming. Mr. Rosso says to her, "Look, I know you're not happy about this but don't make me look like a bad guy here. If the worst thing in your life is somebody makes you go to a dance, then I'd say you have a pretty good life."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonzalo, one of my closest friends, is returning back to Spain tomorrow evening. Rae had just moved out of NYC three months ago and Belgie went back to Portland in May. Little by little, my small circle of friends are adventuring off. Photographs of pastimes are now replaced by postcards and letters. It's hard saying goodbye so it's best not to say them at all. Gonzo made dinner for us last night and it was very lovely. When we departed, we just hugged and said "See you soon!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LMDeIRabuqY/Tn4LOri12NI/AAAAAAAAAXI/9SdYYwMB1xk/s400/gonzorooftop.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655970528858855634" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Thanksgiving 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for being the amazing friend you are. I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-571513241893404432?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/571513241893404432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/571513241893404432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2011/09/for-gonzo.html' title='For Gonzo'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LMDeIRabuqY/Tn4LOri12NI/AAAAAAAAAXI/9SdYYwMB1xk/s72-c/gonzorooftop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-4733311717009184939</id><published>2011-09-10T23:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T23:14:32.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Short and Sweet II</title><content type='html'>Jeanie,&lt;div&gt;I hope we'll still be masking together when we're old, decrepit, and 60.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;November 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-4733311717009184939?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/4733311717009184939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/4733311717009184939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2011/09/short-and-sweet-ii.html' title='Short and Sweet II'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-5313367973257889801</id><published>2011-09-10T23:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T23:08:09.669-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Short and Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I sure do miss my love pie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sure do love my miss pie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Rachael&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-5313367973257889801?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/5313367973257889801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/5313367973257889801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2011/09/short-and-sweet.html' title='Short and Sweet'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-144277389345628960</id><published>2011-08-21T16:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T10:28:24.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Future</title><content type='html'>Over 6 years past due but I finally attended my first prom. We traveled back to 1955 and went to the "Enchantment Under the Sea" dance!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cLX9tyTb_Xs/TmN-JQJUJEI/AAAAAAAAAXA/lqlQ9G7YElQ/s1600/Prom%2B1955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cLX9tyTb_Xs/TmN-JQJUJEI/AAAAAAAAAXA/lqlQ9G7YElQ/s400/Prom%2B1955.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648497055070692418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0M4eaMnHgKk/TpBd10pdRAI/AAAAAAAAAXY/nib0k1tmd3Y/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-08-22%2Bat%2B11.21.48%2BPM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0M4eaMnHgKk/TpBd10pdRAI/AAAAAAAAAXY/nib0k1tmd3Y/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-08-22%2Bat%2B11.21.48%2BPM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661127910851691522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1821091801645881561-144277389345628960?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/144277389345628960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/144277389345628960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-to-future.html' title='Back to the Future'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cLX9tyTb_Xs/TmN-JQJUJEI/AAAAAAAAAXA/lqlQ9G7YElQ/s72-c/Prom%2B1955.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-3180198036473850838</id><published>2011-07-30T08:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T08:41:35.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep No More</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FEkBAIXdtRw/TjP7gL2V5dI/AAAAAAAAAWw/GUmHnJaHikI/s1600/a_560x375.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FEkBAIXdtRw/TjP7gL2V5dI/AAAAAAAAAWw/GUmHnJaHikI/s400/a_560x375.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635124089125725650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FEkBAIXdtRw/TjP7gL2V5dI/AAAAAAAAAWw/GUmHnJaHikI/s1600/a_560x375.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GfCHJ8UtXtA/TjP7f2bxc9I/AAAAAAAAAWo/4I42fhVsDI0/s1600/SLEEP-articleLarge.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GfCHJ8UtXtA/TjP7f2bxc9I/AAAAAAAAAWo/4I42fhVsDI0/s400/SLEEP-articleLarge.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635124083377140690" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1821091801645881561-3180198036473850838?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/3180198036473850838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/3180198036473850838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2011/07/sleep-no-more_30.html' title='Sleep No More'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FEkBAIXdtRw/TjP7gL2V5dI/AAAAAAAAAWw/GUmHnJaHikI/s72-c/a_560x375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-3913358709086451836</id><published>2011-07-28T07:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T07:56:29.691-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tegan &amp; Sara Throwback</title><content type='html'>Having the best morning! Woke up this morning with "Where Does the Good Go" playing in my head. I haven't heard it in over 5 years I think. It took me a minute to remember it's by Tegan and Sara (kept thinking of The Good Life) and another minute to turn on my computer to blast their music through my speakers. YAY cheers to high school music and awful teenage years!&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-73NDTjWcPU0/TjFLi8tmQmI/AAAAAAAAAWg/56GvywDYUCQ/s400/Tegan-Sara-Sainthood.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634367672602215010" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-3913358709086451836?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/3913358709086451836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/3913358709086451836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2011/07/tegan-sara-throwback.html' title='Tegan &amp; Sara Throwback'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-73NDTjWcPU0/TjFLi8tmQmI/AAAAAAAAAWg/56GvywDYUCQ/s72-c/Tegan-Sara-Sainthood.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-1116975626772843794</id><published>2011-07-22T08:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T08:37:31.441-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the McKittrick Hotel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6tZV3YhwC_s/TiloZx5Ys6I/AAAAAAAAAWY/XpHHfyPzQiI/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-22%2Bat%2B8.08.50%2BAM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6tZV3YhwC_s/TiloZx5Ys6I/AAAAAAAAAWY/XpHHfyPzQiI/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-22%2Bat%2B8.08.50%2BAM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632147601103565730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T-6 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-1116975626772843794?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/1116975626772843794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/1116975626772843794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2011/07/sleep-no-more.html' title='In the McKittrick Hotel'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6tZV3YhwC_s/TiloZx5Ys6I/AAAAAAAAAWY/XpHHfyPzQiI/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-22%2Bat%2B8.08.50%2BAM.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-3533024266630968482</id><published>2011-07-20T22:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T23:48:46.147-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Come a Little Bit Closer</title><content type='html'>Currently uploading a playlist Rae and I compiled together. The word "come" is the guest of honor, no pun intended. Will share the mix with close friends as usual. If you would like for me to send you the mix too, you know where to find me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Neil Young- Harvest Moon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Cat Power- I Found a Reason (VU Cover)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. She &amp;amp; Him- Sweet Darlin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Leonard Cohen- So Long Marianne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Joanna Newsom- In California&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Bob Dylan- Times They Are a Changing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Kath Bloom- Come Here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Neutral Milk Hotel- Oh Comely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Joe Pug- Hymn #101&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Ryan Adams &amp;amp; the Cardinals- Come Pick Me Up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Alela Diane ft. Alina Hardin- Rake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Bonnie Prince Billy- Love Comes to Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Devendra Banhart- When They Come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Joanna Newsom- Monkey &amp;amp; Bear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Nick Drake- Cocaine Blues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-3533024266630968482?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/3533024266630968482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/3533024266630968482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2011/07/come-little-bit-closer.html' title='Come a Little Bit Closer'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-8508115429109060198</id><published>2011-07-17T20:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T22:32:06.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>40 Odd Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Went to the funniest/cutest concert ever. I love Loudon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e9lvFLaFMG0/TiN93vElIfI/AAAAAAAAAWI/T9Vz1KvecIM/s1600/LoudonWainwright.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 324px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630482355625206258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e9lvFLaFMG0/TiN93vElIfI/AAAAAAAAAWI/T9Vz1KvecIM/s400/LoudonWainwright.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Papa Wainwright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-8508115429109060198?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/8508115429109060198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/8508115429109060198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2011/07/40-odd-years.html' title='40 Odd Years'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e9lvFLaFMG0/TiN93vElIfI/AAAAAAAAAWI/T9Vz1KvecIM/s72-c/LoudonWainwright.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-2321692060360523865</id><published>2011-05-19T23:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T23:57:32.545-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tBiCOx9jR04/TpkEh5KUk5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/dVV0UxUVcEo/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-10-14%2Bat%2B11.30.23%2BPM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 382px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tBiCOx9jR04/TpkEh5KUk5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/dVV0UxUVcEo/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-10-14%2Bat%2B11.30.23%2BPM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663562986721416082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-2321692060360523865?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/2321692060360523865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/2321692060360523865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tBiCOx9jR04/TpkEh5KUk5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/dVV0UxUVcEo/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-10-14%2Bat%2B11.30.23%2BPM.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-5048608055489499305</id><published>2011-05-18T20:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T20:55:41.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy Division</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4vpajSuwx10/TdRqcSQ8cSI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ifSehJKExCs/s1600/392372.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 378px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4vpajSuwx10/TdRqcSQ8cSI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ifSehJKExCs/s400/392372.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608224470154899746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RIP Ian Curtis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-5048608055489499305?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/5048608055489499305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/5048608055489499305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2011/05/joy-division.html' title='Joy Division'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4vpajSuwx10/TdRqcSQ8cSI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ifSehJKExCs/s72-c/392372.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-1651075175471068381</id><published>2011-05-15T21:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T22:18:44.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Very Long Week</title><content type='html'>A palm reader came up to me at a bar tonight and told me to revive my diary. I usually do write privately, but have stopped for whatever reason. She also told me to stop writing only about films and music (HAHAHA) and focus on my life. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has been a very long week for me. I woke up last Tuesday thinking it was Thursday. And when Thursday finally came, I was so ecstatic for the smell of Friday. So I will recap the past few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After work, I went home and changed into a dress. The weather was warm and beautiful. I love how my block catches the edge of sunset every night. I went out for dinner at Queens Comfort with Belgie. They have a huge white screen towards the end of the restaurant where they project films. Jim Jarmusch's "Dead Man" was screening in silence amongst chatter. I got there early and texted Belgie "Hurry up, B52's Rock Lobster is playing!" She arrived with a "You have no idea how much I've been looking forward to this." A nice relaxing dinner was long overdue for the both of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner we went back to my place to pick up my computer and sleeping clothes since I was gonna sleep over. We walked to Cafe Bar for boardgames and desserts. I ordered a Mexican Hot Chocolate and she got Hot Chocolate Chai. She taught me how to play Othello. We had a very epic battle in which she gracefully won. We then walked to her place and spent the rest of the night hermitting and trading music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left Belgie's in the morning and walked home. Got ready for work and made breakfast. Ate with my roommates before I left. Work came and went pretty fast. Around 8 I left for Union Square to meet Gonzo. I haven't seen him in over a month since we've both been busy. We went to Republic and both ordered the same thing. We then walked to Alphabet City to meet some friends for drinks at Elsa's. Started to get really tired after a few hours and kept zoning in and out. Ended up leaving them early and took the train home. Got back around 1am and crashed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up to Jenny's phone call in the morning. Talked to her for a little bit then proceeded to the kitchen for brunch. Made myself a scrumptious salad. Had to run to the printers for a freelance job so took off around 2. Rae was a few blocks away at Paper Presentation buying paper for someone's wedding invitations. We met up and walked uptown. Stopped by Sephora to pick up my birthday present. She accompanied me to Trader Joe's since I had to pick up some groceries. We also went to a flea market and shopped for a while. We departed and I went back towards Queens. Went to a thrift shop and found a cute khaki jacket. While I was outside I met a woman named Sheila who owns Matilda's Vintage Curiosity Shoppe. I went into the store and chatted with her for a bit. We talked about Woody Allen and Alfred Hitchcock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I woke up at 9 to the sound of church chimes. Decided to cut my hair. Took a shower and got ready for the day. I had to be at Christopher Street Pier to take pictures of a proposal at 3pm. The plan was to have Tanya (my dear musician friend) to act as a busker and sing a few of the couple's favorite songs. When they take their walk to the pier and see Tanya, the proposal will take place. It did and the lady said yes. I took many pictures. It was wonderful. There was an after party at a bar close by with all their friends waiting. I went and had a great time. That was when the palm reader approached me and Rae for some fun reading. I got really tired after a while so we left. I walked to Union Square to take the R train. Chatted with my mom tonight. Jenny called 30 seconds after I hung up with my mom. And now I'm here writing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is Monday. According to Ms.Simone, this week will go by fast. Let's hope so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-1651075175471068381?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/1651075175471068381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/1651075175471068381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-very-long-week.html' title='My Very Long Week'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-6135946554139925012</id><published>2011-05-11T22:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T19:47:03.547-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Night Playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ph1FylSZHm8/Tc8UU-IQAQI/AAAAAAAAAV0/3YK4RQa1LLc/s1600/nilsson.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ph1FylSZHm8/Tc8UU-IQAQI/AAAAAAAAAV0/3YK4RQa1LLc/s400/nilsson.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606722411607097602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nilsson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ph1FylSZHm8/Tc8UU-IQAQI/AAAAAAAAAV0/3YK4RQa1LLc/s1600/nilsson.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Nick Drake- Northern Sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Harry Nilsson- Everybody's Talkin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Todd Rundgren- I Saw the Light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Sufjan Stevens- Casimir Pulaski Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Pete Yorn- Just Another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Leonard Cohen- So Long Marianne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Beck- Lost Cause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Sam Amidon- Saro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. The Smiths- I Know It's Over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. John Lennon- Watching the Wheels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-6135946554139925012?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/6135946554139925012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/6135946554139925012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2011/05/lazy-night-playlist.html' title='Lazy Night Playlist'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ph1FylSZHm8/Tc8UU-IQAQI/AAAAAAAAAV0/3YK4RQa1LLc/s72-c/nilsson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-1713645713497847996</id><published>2011-04-23T15:52:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:55:45.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'>China Chow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5z5tsD094pk/TbMuC-gSJoI/AAAAAAAAAVk/pkIcsNMUVGQ/s1600/chinachow.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5z5tsD094pk/TbMuC-gSJoI/AAAAAAAAAVk/pkIcsNMUVGQ/s400/chinachow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598869390424680066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5z5tsD094pk/TbMuC-gSJoI/AAAAAAAAAVk/pkIcsNMUVGQ/s1600/chinachow.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7rA1vZmrurI/TbMuLNXK_xI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Kea3UMmsp3Y/s400/chinas%2Bbirthday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598869531851947794" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step aside Dorian Gray. China, age 38, via Terry R.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-1713645713497847996?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/1713645713497847996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/1713645713497847996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2011/04/china-chow.html' title='China Chow'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5z5tsD094pk/TbMuC-gSJoI/AAAAAAAAAVk/pkIcsNMUVGQ/s72-c/chinachow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-5378403307480062155</id><published>2011-04-01T23:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T23:31:09.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Forgotten</title><content type='html'>Last night I woke up at 5:30am with Red House Painters' &lt;i&gt;Have You Forgotten&lt;/i&gt; playing in my head. How fortunate was I to have my laptop away at an arm's distance. I had fallen asleep to Great Lake Swimmers'&lt;i&gt; Ongiara&lt;/i&gt; album on repeat earlier and it was still playing. I never used to need music to fall asleep. Lately I find myself lying down with thoughts tumbling inside my brain. It's hard to relax when the worries in life seem endless. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time I decide to cut someone out of my life, I spend a lot of time thinking about them as much as I can. Somehow I believe that if I do it all now, I won't have to do it later on. And hopefully these memories will disintegrate and turn into nothing. Then the person will be completely gone and I can't be hurt again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to try reading &lt;i&gt;Everything is Illuminated&lt;/i&gt; again. The first two times were difficult. There were too many characters to remember and it was hard to picture three different timelines in my head. But I'm doing much better now. I'm taking my time understanding. It's ironic for me to pick it up at this time because that book is all about memories. It makes me sad. It makes me angry. I laugh a lot and mentally mark down my favorite lines. Then I get sad again when I think of the grandfather. It reminds me of my own grandfather and how he was the first person I knew who died. I think so much about death, which is funny because I don't really think anything about it, therefore I think about a whole lot of nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to climb myself out of the hole I'm digging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-5378403307480062155?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/5378403307480062155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/5378403307480062155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2011/04/have-you-forgotten.html' title='Have You Forgotten'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-723351026854193599</id><published>2011-03-29T11:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T11:01:46.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holland, 1945</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Omg. As much as I like going to work, all I want to do today is stay home and jump on my bed while listening to Neutral Milk Hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bBTle7S1tP8/TZH0EfkGvnI/AAAAAAAAAVc/r3lEkE6t1M8/s1600/nmh5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bBTle7S1tP8/TZH0EfkGvnI/AAAAAAAAAVc/r3lEkE6t1M8/s400/nmh5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589516970573086322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aeroplane Over the Sea, 1998&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-723351026854193599?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/723351026854193599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/723351026854193599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2011/03/holland-1945.html' title='Holland, 1945'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bBTle7S1tP8/TZH0EfkGvnI/AAAAAAAAAVc/r3lEkE6t1M8/s72-c/nmh5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-2401869733810896756</id><published>2011-02-26T12:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T23:16:37.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary of a Madman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We rushed to Rush. It was phenomenal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R1tTiQpGjBw/TWk6PNPeJ2I/AAAAAAAAAVU/kmo9fBAosSM/s1600/tn-500_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R1tTiQpGjBw/TWk6PNPeJ2I/AAAAAAAAAVU/kmo9fBAosSM/s400/tn-500_11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578053646402070370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6bCg_f-9k-0/TWk6HI1ScPI/AAAAAAAAAVM/B_l2BOsWpEQ/s1600/tn-500_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6bCg_f-9k-0/TWk6HI1ScPI/AAAAAAAAAVM/B_l2BOsWpEQ/s400/tn-500_6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578053507779555570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Geoffrey Rush&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-2401869733810896756?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/2401869733810896756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/2401869733810896756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2011/02/diary-of-madman.html' title='Diary of a Madman'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R1tTiQpGjBw/TWk6PNPeJ2I/AAAAAAAAAVU/kmo9fBAosSM/s72-c/tn-500_11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-2948660040197985450</id><published>2011-01-29T22:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T22:23:03.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so Fresh Start</title><content type='html'>All of January has been shitting on me. Went to bed at 7am last night, slept 3 hours. Ran around the entire day, ate breakfast/lunch/dinner at 6pm. Breaded tilapia with vegetables, black beans over rice, and a cafe latte. Missing a great party right now as I am physically and mentally incapable to do anything besides lying in bed and listening to Serafina Steer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-2948660040197985450?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/2948660040197985450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/2948660040197985450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-so-fresh-start.html' title='Not so Fresh Start'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-7859418793785068823</id><published>2011-01-14T15:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T18:19:55.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/TTCz1-3heYI/AAAAAAAAAVA/DwPSzd9o7ys/s1600/John-Gabriel-Borkman-theater-alan-rickman-16696090-570-380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/TTCz1-3heYI/AAAAAAAAAVA/DwPSzd9o7ys/s400/John-Gabriel-Borkman-theater-alan-rickman-16696090-570-380.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562143279792880002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Past Wednesday's date with Marilla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-7859418793785068823?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/7859418793785068823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/7859418793785068823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2011/01/bam.html' title='BAM'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/TTCz1-3heYI/AAAAAAAAAVA/DwPSzd9o7ys/s72-c/John-Gabriel-Borkman-theater-alan-rickman-16696090-570-380.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-5245373185028090683</id><published>2011-01-04T21:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T22:01:36.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alamo Drafthouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;IS COMING TO NY &amp;amp; LA IN 2011/2012!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-5245373185028090683?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/5245373185028090683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/5245373185028090683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2011/01/alamo-drafthouse.html' title='Alamo Drafthouse'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-6059042032776862580</id><published>2010-12-27T13:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T14:30:22.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Listened of 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/TRjl5zbiSBI/AAAAAAAAAUw/nGtqzk7d4gA/s1600/arcadefirethesuburbs.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/TRjl5zbiSBI/AAAAAAAAAUw/nGtqzk7d4gA/s400/arcadefirethesuburbs.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555442921582512146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Serafina Steer- Night Before Mutiny&lt;br /&gt;2. Tennis- South Carolina&lt;br /&gt;3. Arcade Fire- Sprawl II (Mountains Beyond Mountains)&lt;br /&gt;4. Tallest Man on Earth- The Wheel&lt;br /&gt;5. Joanna Newsom- Good Intentions Paving Company&lt;br /&gt;6. Best Coast- When I'm With You&lt;br /&gt;7. Horse Feathers- Thistled Spring&lt;br /&gt;8. Seabear- Lion Faced Boy&lt;br /&gt;9. AA Bondy- Of the Sea&lt;br /&gt;10. Strand of Oaks- End in Flames&lt;br /&gt;11. Fredrik- Black Fur&lt;br /&gt;12. Hurray for Riff Raff- Junebug Waltz&lt;br /&gt;13. Alela Diane ft. Alina Hardin- Rake&lt;br /&gt;14. She &amp;amp; Him- Thieves&lt;br /&gt;15. Miike Snow- Animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Here are songs from my &lt;a href="http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html"&gt;2009&lt;/a&gt; and&lt;a href="http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/01/top-15-of-2008.html"&gt; 2008 &lt;/a&gt;list if interested)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-6059042032776862580?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/6059042032776862580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/6059042032776862580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2010/12/most-listened-of-2010.html' title='Most Listened of 2010'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/TRjl5zbiSBI/AAAAAAAAAUw/nGtqzk7d4gA/s72-c/arcadefirethesuburbs.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-1653967538882373407</id><published>2010-11-28T21:52:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T23:33:53.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Being a nomad for the past couple of months has been quite a bohemian adventure although the feeling of settlement is longed for (I'm far from that). I had drinks with a dear friend a few weeks ago and we talked about the joys of being young. At this point of my life, all I have to worry about for now is myself, my bank account and my continual thirst for life. It may sound irresponsible (or even selfish) but I have been taking careful discipline. My ultimate goals and dreams never leave me. I believe that taking things one step at a time with positive energy and a strong mindset will lead to extraordinary places, as many have done so in the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've learned that complete knowledge is a vanishing point. Searching for the meaning of life and happiness is a lifestyle we are destined to walk upon. And in this search, I have met many artists who are walking along a similar path. Although it's an internal struggle for all of us, it's great to have friends who understand and support you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the most pivotal changes in my life was when we were encouraged to call our college professors by their first names. I didn't think much of it then but it subconsciously affected my maturity. A painting teacher had once said that we are all colleagues. There is no hierarchy. The purpose of school is to dedicate ourselves in finding our inner artistry. He, himself, is only a mentor who's to guide us but we have the option to follow. As human beings on earth, we are here to educate one another without the silliness of age, rank or class division.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am eternally grateful for those who are walking alongside me in this journey. There are a selective few who have taught me a lot in the art of life thus far and it motivates me everyday. I cherish each and every friend I have whether we still keep in touch or not. Art is "one of man's highest aspirations"&lt;i&gt; (&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Irving Stone, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Agony and the Ecstasy) &lt;/i&gt;and I'm glad I'm not the only one who agrees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-1653967538882373407?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/1653967538882373407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/1653967538882373407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-4480026587033213446</id><published>2010-10-09T16:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T16:56:28.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Men in Tights</title><content type='html'>Cure for a bad day: a dose of Mel Brooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/TLDW2ubye4I/AAAAAAAAAUk/1Zw4pKcKgxs/s1600/men+in+tights.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/TLDW2ubye4I/AAAAAAAAAUk/1Zw4pKcKgxs/s400/men+in+tights.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526152978449464194" 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/1821091801645881561-4480026587033213446?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/4480026587033213446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/4480026587033213446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2010/10/men-in-tights.html' title='Men in Tights'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/TLDW2ubye4I/AAAAAAAAAUk/1Zw4pKcKgxs/s72-c/men+in+tights.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-988496869114756724</id><published>2010-09-16T10:09:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T10:41:28.542-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking Up is Hard To Do</title><content type='html'>I couldn't help posting this. Neil Sedaka recently wrote a children's book and I'm definitely going to get it! Why? Because Neil's music always brings the sun back on a rainy day. His genuine humility, brilliance, and love for life reminds me that there are truly amazing people out there, even if you think you're stuck in a mud of people you dislike. I hope to always remain warm and cheerful as Neil. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to mention, his sense of humor is great. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/TJImMzHfgsI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IKLX1YKwCkE/s400/51x1th9D1LL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517514494804198082" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tbad22CKlB4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tbad22CKlB4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-988496869114756724?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/988496869114756724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/988496869114756724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2010/09/waking-up-is-hard-to-do.html' title='Waking Up is Hard To Do'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/TJImMzHfgsI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IKLX1YKwCkE/s72-c/51x1th9D1LL._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-9009073812465857164</id><published>2010-08-25T13:13:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T12:08:34.192-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ripoffs and Landings</title><content type='html'>Earlier this week I met a girl named Remi and we started talking about music right away. She told me that her little cousin was watching &lt;i&gt;Annie&lt;/i&gt; for the first time and exclaimed "Annie ripped off &lt;i&gt;Hard Knocked Life&lt;/i&gt; from Jay-Z!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then Remi told the mother that she oughta be ashamed of herself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learning music at an early age taught me to appreciate the origins of sound. Its roots are often forgotten and originality is lost. I am very thankful to be surrounded by people who can bring color to all sounds. I get annoyed when credit is given to the wrong people, especially with music nowadays that is &lt;strike&gt;stealing or heavily influenced or uncreatively sampling or&lt;/strike&gt; "inspired" by others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a list. My friend Grace compiled an even bigger and far more interesting list if you want to&lt;a href="http://gracechou.wordpress.com/2010/08/24/epic-song-fails/#comments"&gt; check it out!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;i&gt;Picture Book&lt;/i&gt; by The Kinks= &lt;i&gt;Warning&lt;/i&gt; by Green Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;i&gt;Close to You&lt;/i&gt; by The Cure=&lt;i&gt; Handstand&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;s for You&lt;/i&gt; by Chairlift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;i&gt;Straight to Hell&lt;/i&gt; by The Clash= &lt;i&gt;Paper Planes&lt;/i&gt; by MIA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;i&gt;He's So Fine&lt;/i&gt; by Chiffon= &lt;i&gt;My Sweet Lord &lt;/i&gt;by George Harrison= &lt;i&gt;Silver Lining&lt;/i&gt; by Rilo Kiley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &lt;i&gt;Best of Both Worlds &lt;/i&gt;by Van Halen=&lt;i&gt; Celebration&lt;/i&gt; by Kool and the Gang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. &lt;i&gt;Under Pressure&lt;/i&gt; by Queen &amp;amp; David Bowie=&lt;i&gt; Ice Ice Baby&lt;/i&gt; by Vanilla Ice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. &lt;i&gt;Obladi Obladi&lt;/i&gt; by The Beatles= &lt;i&gt;Why Don't You Get a Job&lt;/i&gt; by Offspring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. &lt;i&gt;Sweet Little Sixteen&lt;/i&gt; by Chuck Berry= &lt;i&gt;Surfin' USA&lt;/i&gt; by The Beach Boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. &lt;i&gt;Johnny B. Goode &lt;/i&gt;by Chuck Berry=&lt;i&gt; Fun Fun Fun &lt;/i&gt;by The Beach Boys (double wham)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. &lt;i&gt;Pocketful of SunshineI &lt;/i&gt;Natasha Bedingfield= &lt;i&gt;So Happy I Could Die&lt;/i&gt; by Lady Gaga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.&lt;i&gt; If I Were a Rich Man&lt;/i&gt; from Fiddler on the Roof=&lt;i&gt; Rich Girl &lt;/i&gt;by Gwen Stefani&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. &lt;i&gt;Boadicea &lt;/i&gt;by Enya= &lt;i&gt;Ready or Not&lt;/i&gt; by The Fugees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. &lt;i&gt;Supersonic &lt;/i&gt;by JJ Fads= &lt;i&gt;Fergalicious &lt;/i&gt;by Fergie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14.&lt;i&gt; Mandy&lt;/i&gt; by Barry Manilow= &lt;i&gt;Razorblade &lt;/i&gt;by The Strokes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. &lt;i&gt;Hotel California&lt;/i&gt; by The Eagles=&lt;i&gt; We Used to Know&lt;/i&gt; by Jethro Tull&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. &lt;i&gt;Here Comes Your Man&lt;/i&gt; by The Pixies=&lt;i&gt; Walk On &lt;/i&gt;by U2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;17. Father and Son &lt;/i&gt;by Cat Stevens= &lt;i&gt;Fight Tes&lt;/i&gt;t by Flaming Lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. &lt;i&gt;Foreigner Suit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;e&lt;/i&gt; by Cat Stevens= &lt;i&gt;Viva la Vida&lt;/i&gt; by Coldplay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. &lt;i&gt;Matthew &amp;amp; Son &lt;/i&gt;by Cat Stevens= &lt;i&gt;Mad World&lt;/i&gt; by Tears for Fears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. &lt;i&gt;Parce Que Tu Crois&lt;/i&gt; by Charles Aznavour= &lt;i&gt;Breathe &lt;/i&gt;by Blu Cantrell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever see the film &lt;i&gt;Mr.Holland's Opus&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-9009073812465857164?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/9009073812465857164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/9009073812465857164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2010/08/ripoffs-and-landings.html' title='Ripoffs and Landings'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-3464859111123553994</id><published>2010-08-12T00:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T00:30:28.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Library of Congress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/TGN4w9b6qjI/AAAAAAAAAUM/MvOWehoyx-M/s1600/allthepresidentsmen.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/TGN4w9b6qjI/AAAAAAAAAUM/MvOWehoyx-M/s400/allthepresidentsmen.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504375952097585714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clip from&lt;i&gt; All the President's Men. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-3464859111123553994?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/3464859111123553994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/3464859111123553994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2010/08/library-of-congress.html' title='Library of Congress'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/TGN4w9b6qjI/AAAAAAAAAUM/MvOWehoyx-M/s72-c/allthepresidentsmen.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-8888649475613231489</id><published>2010-07-29T22:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T00:08:44.031-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Roommates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/TFI8OCQlmLI/AAAAAAAAAUE/r1ZMstzzAXc/s1600/P1120294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/TFI8OCQlmLI/AAAAAAAAAUE/r1ZMstzzAXc/s400/P1120294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499524306795075762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L to R- Mr. 280, McMike, Ms. Mix, Chimes, Callista, Jermaine , Abacus Finch and Deidre Dolce. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr. 280-&lt;/span&gt; He's married to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mrs. 282 &lt;/span&gt;but they've been separated for the past 5 months. She's currently living in Fresh Meadows with my parents. Even though the missus is only a model younger, they're practically identical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;McMike &amp;amp; Ms. Mix&lt;/span&gt;- These two are best friends and work on the road a lot. They travel at least twice a month to keep record of the finer sounds in life. They enjoy traveling, music and having an open eye &amp;amp; mind to just about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chimes&lt;/span&gt;- Chimes is a beautiful lap harp. Along with her sister Deidre Dolce, they emigrated from China to the U.S. They first stayed at a mart named Wal and later was adopted by Sir P.Duffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Callista&lt;/span&gt;- Callista grew up with Jermaine in Brooklyn, NY. Though she is often referred as thumb piano, she prefers kalimba better. This tiny heart-shaped baby loves listening to the band &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Brightest Diamond&lt;/span&gt;. Her all-time favorite song would have to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woncha Come on Home&lt;/span&gt; by Joan Armatrading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jermaine&lt;/span&gt;- Jermaine's origins are unclear but was mostly raised in Brooklyn. Toy pianos are a lot more mature than most people assume, and Jermaine is just the proof. He keeps his keys as clean and polished as they sound. He never once fail to brighten up anybody's day and has always been there for me. Our favorite past time is watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flight of the Conchords&lt;/span&gt; together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abacus Finch&lt;/span&gt;- Abacus is not as musical as the other instruments, but is still one nonetheless. Shaped like a Chinese abacus, his primary purpose is to release stress with the studies of foot reflexology. As quiet as he may be, his muscles are as strong as a rock and will never let you down when it comes to a good foot massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deidre Dolce-&lt;/span&gt; Literally meaning "sweet sounding", she has traveled long and far from the Appalachians to China to New York. Though limited to the D chord, Deidre does not let anything stop her from continuous sweet sounds. She especially loves Irish hymns, especially the song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rosin a Bow&lt;/span&gt;. Deidre is currently looking for a fellow dulcimer to court with. (Applications inquire within).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-8888649475613231489?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/8888649475613231489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/8888649475613231489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-roommates.html' title='My Roommates'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/TFI8OCQlmLI/AAAAAAAAAUE/r1ZMstzzAXc/s72-c/P1120294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-5371059972664330544</id><published>2010-07-29T00:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T00:08:27.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe I'm a masochist, but sometimes I miss you hurting me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-5371059972664330544?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/5371059972664330544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/5371059972664330544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2010/07/maybe-im-masochist-but-sometimes-i-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-4297122470750498007</id><published>2010-06-27T10:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T11:02:18.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Night</title><content type='html'>Midnight&lt;br /&gt;Kayak&lt;br /&gt;Three hours&lt;br /&gt;Full Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a great friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-4297122470750498007?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/4297122470750498007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/4297122470750498007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-night.html' title='Summer Night'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-6083381437191080088</id><published>2010-06-25T00:58:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T02:23:36.638-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring forward</title><content type='html'>I've been living on my own for a while now. Will admit that I'm still partially spoiled because Pat does all the cooking for me. In return, I try to stay loveable and sweet, and that means permeating great energy and being a good sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I started reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the Road&lt;/span&gt;. Immediately I felt this uncontrollable itch to get up and explore. Everything began screaming at me to LIVE LIFE and learn new things. Although I am financially limited for now (but its accumulating!) I know I'm still capable of finding fresh discoveries everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some to-do crossouts so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strike&gt;Finish watching a show I started 3 years ago.&lt;/strike&gt; Never got to catch up with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Skins&lt;/span&gt; because of college. But I love Nicholas Hoult and always had it in the back of my mind. Since graduation last year, I had other priorities first like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mad Men&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Big Love&lt;/span&gt;, haha. It's also been a while since I've liked a high-school ensemble cast. Last one I liked was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Empire Records&lt;/span&gt;, and that's from 1995.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/TCQ7fmIdknI/AAAAAAAAATM/MFCDY2Vt31Q/s1600/skins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/TCQ7fmIdknI/AAAAAAAAATM/MFCDY2Vt31Q/s400/skins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486575660042130034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strike&gt;Go camping.&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.reverbnation.com/duffymoshebaird/"&gt;Duffy, DB, and Moshe&lt;/a&gt; played at a music festival in the rural fields of Pennsylvania during Memorial Weekend. It's very hard for me to adjust to the great outdoors. Don't judge =(.  But nonetheless it was a good experience, despite the bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strike&gt;Make kite.&lt;/strike&gt; The kites weren't exactly a success but still had a grand time. Made them with my friends during my birthday picnic in Central Park. It was actually suppose to rain that day, but the sun was very kind to me. (The wind, not so much.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/TCRA-IQ38_I/AAAAAAAAATc/W6Sn94Se3YU/s1600/Picture+11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/TCRA-IQ38_I/AAAAAAAAATc/W6Sn94Se3YU/s400/Picture+11.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486581682158433266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/TCRAvWDaFnI/AAAAAAAAATU/CTalfCDL2Y0/s1600/Picture+9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/TCRAvWDaFnI/AAAAAAAAATU/CTalfCDL2Y0/s400/Picture+9.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486581428162008690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/TCRBF_i15LI/AAAAAAAAATk/7C-YT8ks79s/s1600/Picture+10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/TCRBF_i15LI/AAAAAAAAATk/7C-YT8ks79s/s400/Picture+10.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486581817256830130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strike&gt;Cut back on spending&lt;/strike&gt;. It's really hard living in a city cultivated by art. I'm a huge concert junkie and the past two years have been very brutal to my wallet. This generation of gentrification has taught me to value my past. I miss the sweet memories of $10 concert tickets and friendly crowds. Sometimes I'll splurge but that's if I can't help it. However, it's gotten me to discover new and underground music again, which I'm always up for. Plus, I can still enjoy my shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/TCRHV-pzuQI/AAAAAAAAATs/h3r89psCNqY/s1600/Strand_of_Oaks_600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/TCRHV-pzuQI/AAAAAAAAATs/h3r89psCNqY/s400/Strand_of_Oaks_600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486588688965286146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Strand of Oaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/TCRIS10VkpI/AAAAAAAAAT8/IM7pV7e_AFc/s1600/btw-fredrik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/TCRIS10VkpI/AAAAAAAAAT8/IM7pV7e_AFc/s400/btw-fredrik.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486589734565548690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fredrik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Lastly, &lt;strike&gt;find a job I actually like.&lt;/strike&gt; I'm very selective when it comes to people, and thankfully, so is my boss. He's very good at choosing the right candidates because environmental energy is everything! Oh yes, AND I'm employed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So summer's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just &lt;/span&gt;started and there's tons of things to look forward to. I'm so glad I finally picked up Kerouac because things were pretty down for me. Now I feel refreshed and ready to embark the next few adventures waiting for me! And who says books can't save lives?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-6083381437191080088?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/6083381437191080088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/6083381437191080088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2010/06/spring-forward.html' title='Spring forward'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/TCQ7fmIdknI/AAAAAAAAATM/MFCDY2Vt31Q/s72-c/skins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-5011381074689663984</id><published>2010-06-04T22:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T22:31:07.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoothie</title><content type='html'>A guide to the finer things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Servings (3)&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients: 8 ice-cubes, 6 strawberries, 2 tbsps of peanut butter, 1 tbsp nutella, 2/3 cup yogurt, 1-2 banana(s), 1 cup milk, 1 cup assorted berries, 2/3 cup assorted nuts (with cranberries and granola), 1/4 cup pineapple pulp, one orange, one chocolate truffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And BLEND.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-5011381074689663984?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/5011381074689663984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/5011381074689663984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2010/06/smoothie.html' title='Smoothie'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-7740504612623320619</id><published>2010-05-23T11:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T11:51:37.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday on the Green</title><content type='html'>So it was an amazing picnic. Thanks everyone, for coming. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/S_lO7KAIzcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/aSAybpGoCwU/s1600/wtf-pics-picnic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/S_lO7KAIzcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/aSAybpGoCwU/s400/wtf-pics-picnic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474493600249728450" 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/1821091801645881561-7740504612623320619?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/7740504612623320619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/7740504612623320619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2010/05/birthday-on-green.html' title='Birthday on the Green'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/S_lO7KAIzcI/AAAAAAAAAS8/aSAybpGoCwU/s72-c/wtf-pics-picnic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-4564501456016874255</id><published>2010-04-29T12:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T12:24:06.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>To my favorite actor, Daniel Day-Lewis. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/S9myZSKX8mI/AAAAAAAAASk/BXxNfEuqAis/s400/danielday2.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465595770232631906" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-4564501456016874255?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/4564501456016874255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/4564501456016874255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/S9myZSKX8mI/AAAAAAAAASk/BXxNfEuqAis/s72-c/danielday2.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-8071677162720380525</id><published>2010-04-26T08:14:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T02:43:49.019-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Playlist</title><content type='html'>"Isn't this a lovely day to be caught in the rain?"&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fred Astaire, Top Hat (1935)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Neil Sedaka- Laughter in the Rain&lt;br /&gt;2. The Hollies- Bus Stop&lt;br /&gt;3. The Cascades- Rhythm of the Falling Rain&lt;br /&gt;4. BJ Thomas- Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head&lt;br /&gt;5. Gene Kelly- Singin' In the Rain&lt;br /&gt;6. Blind Melon- No Rain&lt;br /&gt;7. Bobby Darin- Rain on My Parade&lt;br /&gt;8. The Cowsills- The Rain, the Park, and Other Things/ Flower Girl&lt;br /&gt;9. The Sound of Music- My Favorite Things&lt;br /&gt;10. Creedance Clearwater Revival- Have You Ever Seen the Rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I refuse to let this rainy day and Monday bring me down!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-8071677162720380525?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/8071677162720380525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/8071677162720380525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2010/04/morning-playlist.html' title='Morning Playlist'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-4612169329171688584</id><published>2010-04-20T10:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T10:43:45.107-04:00</updated><title type='text'>These Days</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was gorgeous. I took a long walk in the sun's love and thought about this summer to come. I met up with Pat at his apartment and we went to the grocery store to buy bananas and milk. Since we both were okay-hungry he made a steak sandwich for us to share and it was delicious! For dessert, we had smoothies filled with bananas, strawberries, cranberry juice, yogurt, nutella, and peanut butter. We put on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SNL: Best of Dan Akroyd &lt;/span&gt;and watched until our eyes drooped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a dream that my roof had a major leak. And the first thing I did was grab all my books to protect them under the bed. I thought of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind&lt;/span&gt; when Joel's childhood memories were caving in and he sings row row row your boat to Jon Brion's soft melody. The film never fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/S828BmGY15I/AAAAAAAAASc/UL1WGsY-DB0/s1600/tallest-man-on-earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/S828BmGY15I/AAAAAAAAASc/UL1WGsY-DB0/s400/tallest-man-on-earth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462228658663511954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is Tallest Man on Earth at Highline Ballroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-4612169329171688584?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/4612169329171688584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/4612169329171688584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2010/04/these-days.html' title='These Days'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/S828BmGY15I/AAAAAAAAASc/UL1WGsY-DB0/s72-c/tallest-man-on-earth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-7660177563473006291</id><published>2010-04-16T16:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T16:27:14.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy</title><content type='html'>"Opportunities create more opportunities."- &lt;i&gt;Workin' It!: RuPaul's Guide to Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Style.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today clearly defines that. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-7660177563473006291?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/7660177563473006291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/7660177563473006291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2010/04/joy.html' title='Joy'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-3248745652073687503</id><published>2010-04-12T20:22:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T11:49:45.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner</title><content type='html'>A bit earlier, I went on Netflix to look for a light movie. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Julie &amp;amp; Julia&lt;/span&gt;. But 15 minutes into it my mind started wandering off. Just when Amy Adams serves her tomato bruschetta in the film, I paused the screen and put on my shoes. Ran downstairs and got some plum tomatoes, green peppers, and chicken at a grocery. I've never had bruschetta with chicken, but I diced some anyway and put it on the baguette. Now it's baking in the oven. How can you resist this clip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/S8O_6tHFT4I/AAAAAAAAASU/yKBt4NYWtXg/s1600/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/S8O_6tHFT4I/AAAAAAAAASU/yKBt4NYWtXg/s400/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459418188565794690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Still watching the movie. It just got up to the part when Amy freaks when cooking lobsters. It reminds me of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Annie Hall&lt;/span&gt; when poor Woody flips out during the lobster cook scene, hahaha. Hm, now I have the sudden urge to watch the B52's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rock Lobster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;music &lt;/span&gt;video.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-3248745652073687503?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/3248745652073687503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/3248745652073687503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2010/04/dinner.html' title='Dinner'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/S8O_6tHFT4I/AAAAAAAAASU/yKBt4NYWtXg/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-7828670665612910709</id><published>2010-03-29T00:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T01:24:56.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenn99</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;During my last semester of high school, I took a drama literature class. Of course no one took it seriously. My teacher wasn't so great, and everyone was diagnosed with senioritis. I couldn't bear his lectures and spent most of the time studying or doodling pictures. One of the plays we studied was &lt;i&gt;The Glass Menagerie&lt;/i&gt; by Tennessee Williams. My teacher made Tennessee a bore but I still enjoyed the read. I love reading about faulty people and finding out where the flaws come from, whether its pride, insecurity, or materialism. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As part of (what would've been) Tennessee Williams's 99th birthday, LAByrinth Theater Company staged a marathon of readings. It's was a 24/7 event that began on Friday and went on until Sunday midnight (just a while ago). Many actors took part of this celebration including Ellen Burstyn, Philip Seymour Hoffman, Michael Shannon, Sam Rockwell, and Michael Stuhlbarg.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Sunday freed up last minute and I was able to go! We got there just in time for&lt;i&gt; Period of Adjustment. &lt;/i&gt;What I really love about Williams is how you can read a character in the matter of minutes. Within a couple of dialogues, an entire person's life is revealed. Where they come from and how they are the way they are. It definitely helps me understand people much better in life. You can read a lot about a person without them saying so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite plays is &lt;i&gt;Cat on a Hot Tin Roof&lt;/i&gt;. It's the story of a family gathering for Big Daddy's (the grandfather) birthday. But in reality they all know that he's dying and were there to brown-nose for his inheritance. All but Big Daddy knows that he has cancer. It definitely relates to the obligation of family gatherings and the fake smiles everyone puts on in life. Tensions run high; everyone knows each other too well. Isn't that why we hate our family sometimes? We can't seem to hold onto our masks. Above all, the play is about love, and the fight for it. Sometimes nature does win over nurture, money can't buy love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I appreciate Tennessee Williams and the brutal honesty he forces people to accept. I only wish he wrote a play about bad high school teachers. Then they'll have to teach the curriculum without being hypocrites. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-7828670665612910709?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/7828670665612910709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/7828670665612910709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2010/03/tenn99.html' title='Tenn99'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-7145225515246812370</id><published>2010-03-26T15:39:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T01:46:33.322-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seabear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/S7A-TG8hxkI/AAAAAAAAASE/3iPy5Vldufk/s1600/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/S7A-TG8hxkI/AAAAAAAAASE/3iPy5Vldufk/s400/Picture+5.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453927646748591682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We finally got to see Seabear last night. I've been waiting a few years for them to tour the US. It was their first time playing here, with their new album "We Built a Fire" released earlier this month. It was pretty much a spectacular experience. One of my friends had to cancel at the last minute (and by that I mean 15 minutes before their scheduled stage time), but it all worked out in the end. We didn't know the show was sold out and there were a few people waiting for non-profit scalpers.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What we did not enjoy was the drunk girl singing behind us. She was yapping away and yelling out the violin solo, which received some glaring ovation. Her boyfriend cheered her on and danced with her. And then she spilt beer on Rae. Not cool. She eventually left, probably to throw up in the bathroom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It reminded me of the couple &lt;i&gt;grinding&lt;/i&gt; and dancing wildly at an Iron&amp;amp;Wine concert some while back. But I'll save that story for next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was great about last night was that every time someone yelled out a request, Sindri will just reply it with "We don't know that one."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Um. Well, we're suppose to walk off the stage and you clap for encore. Should we leave and come back, or just play?" They ended with "Seashell" with a choir of audience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking forward to Dark Dark Dark and Micachu next week. Happy Friday =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(0, 6, 12); line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-7145225515246812370?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/7145225515246812370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/7145225515246812370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2010/03/seabear_26.html' title='Seabear'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/S7A-TG8hxkI/AAAAAAAAASE/3iPy5Vldufk/s72-c/Picture+5.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-4630325350218314743</id><published>2010-03-25T15:41:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T15:55:09.724-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Storytellers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I thought it looked familiar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/S6u8uUflOII/AAAAAAAAARs/WSbJj_kaGNQ/s1600/NewsomHaveOneOnMe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/S6u8uUflOII/AAAAAAAAARs/WSbJj_kaGNQ/s400/NewsomHaveOneOnMe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452659277823293570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/S6u8uUflOII/AAAAAAAAARs/WSbJj_kaGNQ/s1600/NewsomHaveOneOnMe.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/S6vJL4ZbgzI/AAAAAAAAAR8/O36RWLtuzS8/s400/where-the-wild-things-are_476x357.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452672979816907570" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My ears are a lot more alert to musical compositions than to lyrics. That's why when I first listened to Joanna six years ago, her voice didn't bother me so much. In fact, I found her voice very whimsical and so I kept the music to myself! Not like anyone at Prep would've cared for her, HA. Sometimes I can be selfish like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/S6u8uUflOII/AAAAAAAAARs/WSbJj_kaGNQ/s1600/NewsomHaveOneOnMe.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess all I really want to say is that Joanna Newsom is one of the greatest storytellers. Her songs can evoke all kinds of emotions, that sometimes all I can do is sigh. And I cannot say that I'm not glad that her voice "matured". It almost reminds me of Kate Bush. She is who she is and I love her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-4630325350218314743?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/4630325350218314743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/4630325350218314743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2010/03/storytellers.html' title='Storytellers'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/S6u8uUflOII/AAAAAAAAARs/WSbJj_kaGNQ/s72-c/NewsomHaveOneOnMe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-952583024896760398</id><published>2010-03-10T12:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T17:27:56.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is in the air!</title><content type='html'>Despite the lack of sleep and the amount of work I've been getting, I'm so happy spring is here! I feel like Bill Murray in &lt;i&gt;Groundhog Day&lt;/i&gt;! I hate the winter.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, while riding the subway, I heard someone playing &lt;i&gt;Take Five &lt;/i&gt;by Dave Brubeck at the train station. And it's been stuck in my head all day. Just counting the beats all day. One two three four five One two three four five...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanted to share this. It's Carey Mulligan at the Oscars. With her new hair. And her TOOLS! Hurray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/S5fRqw5HXsI/AAAAAAAAARc/RWi_cfwgkWc/s400/careymulligan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447052806937075394" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/S5fSDGWhY7I/AAAAAAAAARk/cZkmKCG2uiY/s400/careymulligan2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447053225014420402" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-952583024896760398?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/952583024896760398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/952583024896760398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-is-in-air.html' title='Spring is in the air!'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/S5fRqw5HXsI/AAAAAAAAARc/RWi_cfwgkWc/s72-c/careymulligan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-5624476163996021599</id><published>2010-03-03T12:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T15:34:12.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscar the Grouch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Not sure if I want to watch the Oscars this year. 10 Best Pics, really? Producers are just getting more and more desperate to win every year. (ie Nicholas Chartier) It's really sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are my favorites!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;A Single Man &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Versatility always inspires me. Especially when an &lt;strike&gt;architect&lt;/strike&gt; fashion designer like Tom Ford turns toward another passion and makes a wonderful film like this. It's about a man coping with the unexpected death of his lover. Each step becomes heavier and heavier for George (Colin Firth) as he continues on with life. I loved its cinematography. The usage of color cleverly communicates with the emotions of not only the character, but also with the viewers. &lt;i&gt;The Playlist&lt;/i&gt; had mentioned that the film is reminiscent of Schnabel's &lt;i&gt;The Diving Bell and the Butterfly&lt;/i&gt;, which I agree. I got excited during the opening credits when I saw Shigeru Umebayashi's name alongside Abel Korzeniowski's. It's an exquisite film. And did I not mention how gorgeous Nicholas Hoult is now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Moon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam. Rockwell. He's an amazing actor and should've been nominated for Best Actor (although I have high hopes for Jeff Bridges and Jeremy Renner). It's about an astronaut who learns more and more about the secrets of Lunar Industries (the company that hired him). I am not much of a sci-fi fan but this movie really surprised me. Don't want to write too much without revealing the plot. But I will say this: During the film, I wanted to hand Sam Rockwell a tissue and give him a big hug. (Catch him in &lt;i&gt;A &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Behanding in Spokane&lt;/i&gt;. Great crew and cast, would definitely see it again). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. A Serious Man&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Coen Bros. is the reason why I love outrageous characters. Sometimes I feel like I'm best friends with  Jesús &lt;i&gt;(The Big Lebowski)&lt;/i&gt;, Chet&lt;i&gt; (Barton Fink)&lt;/i&gt;, and Marge&lt;i&gt; (Fargo)&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;A Serious Man&lt;/i&gt; is just full of it. The film is about an unfortunate man surrounded by absurd people and situations. The film whirlpools into a lot of WTF moments that are just random and eerie. Definitely not for everyone, but hilarious if you appreciate Coenhumor. Side comments: (1) Sy Ableman reminds me of Brother Richard from my Catholic high school. (2) Ginnifer Goodwin practically shows up as her character Margene &lt;i&gt;(&lt;/i&gt;from&lt;i&gt; Big Love). &lt;/i&gt;(3) About a week after we watched this film, my boyfriend saw Richard Kind on the streets, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-5624476163996021599?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/5624476163996021599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/5624476163996021599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2010/03/oscar-grouch.html' title='Oscar the Grouch'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-7917871098952943352</id><published>2010-03-01T14:33:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T10:15:36.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yoko oh no</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This past weekend I searched Yoko Ono online and found this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/S4wl75FW2jI/AAAAAAAAARU/xPNc2I-Mwc8/s400/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443767760449886770" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life with John Lennon: Ono was Lennon's Bitch. She sucked when he told her to, and probably shit where he told her to. She is a dirty whore for what she did to that great man&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The section was deleted and replaced by the wiki-nazis about five minutes later. But it totally made my day and I'm glad I caught it. Oh, rants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-7917871098952943352?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/7917871098952943352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/7917871098952943352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2010/03/yoko-oh-no.html' title='yoko oh no'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/S4wl75FW2jI/AAAAAAAAARU/xPNc2I-Mwc8/s72-c/Picture+4.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-6197618365680138360</id><published>2010-02-16T00:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T00:51:47.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tallest man in your eyes</title><content type='html'>Rae typed out our family portrait. Can you decipher her email?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;----------------------------&gt;--O  Kristian Matsson&lt;br /&gt;&gt;------&gt;-O me&lt;br /&gt;&gt;--&gt;-O  you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-6197618365680138360?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/6197618365680138360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/6197618365680138360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2010/02/tallest-man-on-earth.html' title='tallest man in your eyes'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-8669882609058956290</id><published>2010-02-02T23:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T23:36:57.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Skhizein</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6913172&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6913172&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/6913172"&gt;Skhizein (Jérémy Clapin,2008)&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1963776"&gt;Bertie&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-8669882609058956290?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/8669882609058956290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/8669882609058956290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2010/02/skhizein.html' title='Skhizein'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-2202413205176628982</id><published>2010-01-29T11:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T12:14:12.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dear miramax,</title><content type='html'>You were well respected while the Weinstein brothers owned you. Your children were purely driven by faith and beauty, and I loved you for it. You taught me how to to expand my creative vision without any fears. You produced heroes out of the obscure, the wallflowers, the unwanted. You were true to yourself, and made the best out of your name (and many others). I even considered naming my future babies Miriam and Max, because I'm such a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just remember your good years. We all knew your death was inevitable when those Disney assholes took over. They are just money-hungry people that use kids to bribe their parent's money. They've disgraced Walt's name. Don't worry, I will continue to love your films with all my heart. And I might still suggest your parents' names to my pregnant friends. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-2202413205176628982?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/2202413205176628982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/2202413205176628982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2010/01/miramax-films.html' title='dear miramax,'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-447668889177031830</id><published>2010-01-21T22:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T10:51:15.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Glass (clink!)</title><content type='html'>Over a year ago, I designed a portrait poster of one of my favorite mucisians, Philip Glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tonight, I was able to give it to him in person =D (while being a couple feet away from Ira!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-447668889177031830?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/447668889177031830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/447668889177031830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2010/01/glass-clink.html' title='Glass (clink!)'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-3170031740518936721</id><published>2010-01-11T13:14:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T13:32:20.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Behanding in Spokane</title><content type='html'>Martin McDonagh has a new play coming out. It's Reason #1539 why this year is starting off so great. We got tickets to find Walken's missing hand. I AM ECSTATIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/S0tqxnmSU_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/77p9l6XOi-M/s1600-h/ChristopherWalken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/S0tqxnmSU_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/77p9l6XOi-M/s400/ChristopherWalken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425547576773596146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/S0ttflSqrgI/AAAAAAAAARE/-upfCec0sDQ/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;    &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/S0ttflSqrgI/AAAAAAAAARE/-upfCec0sDQ/s400/Picture+7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425550565451673090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christopher Walken, Sam Rockwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-3170031740518936721?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/3170031740518936721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/3170031740518936721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2010/01/behanding-in-spokane.html' title='A Behanding in Spokane'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/S0tqxnmSU_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/77p9l6XOi-M/s72-c/ChristopherWalken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-7376434889470274824</id><published>2010-01-07T14:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T15:07:59.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goin' Home</title><content type='html'>I'm a sucker for mellow playlists.&lt;br /&gt;Great film, great soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/S0Y9et8FDJI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ngNvCScCYMc/s1600-h/12-04-09-UpInTheAir.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/S0Y9et8FDJI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ngNvCScCYMc/s400/12-04-09-UpInTheAir.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424090399151295634" 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/1821091801645881561-7376434889470274824?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/7376434889470274824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/7376434889470274824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2010/01/goin-home.html' title='Goin&apos; Home'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/S0Y9et8FDJI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ngNvCScCYMc/s72-c/12-04-09-UpInTheAir.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-8327451747771748831</id><published>2009-12-15T12:15:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T13:04:10.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Listened of 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here are the top 15 songs of 2009. Not necessarily the best, mostly addictive. I gathered them from Itunes (work &amp;amp; home), Last.fm, and Pandora. Not sure if I've been listening to a lot more or a lot less music this year. I find radio shows the best to listen to while working. Time goes by faster. This coming Friday will be my last concert of the year (Fanfarlo). First 2010 concert will be Owen Pallett aka Final Fantasy. Whoo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/SyfNfYlGtCI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Gqt9beO13G4/s1600-h/Au+Revoir+Simone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415523015994029090" style="WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/SyfNfYlGtCI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Gqt9beO13G4/s400/Au%2BRevoir%2BSimone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Au Revoir Simone- All or Nothing&lt;br /&gt;2. Andrew Bird- Oh No&lt;br /&gt;3. Phoenix- Liztomania (Rome and Countdown came close)&lt;br /&gt;4. Neko Case- People Got a Lotta Nerves&lt;br /&gt;5. Great Lake Swimmers- Various Stages&lt;br /&gt;6. Samamidon- Tribulation&lt;br /&gt;7. Dead Man's Bones- My Body's a Zombie for You&lt;br /&gt;8. Fanfarlo- Fire Escape&lt;br /&gt;9. M.Ward- Chinese Translation&lt;br /&gt;10. Bowerbirds- In Our Talons&lt;br /&gt;11. Pete Yorn &amp;amp; Scarlett Johansson- Relator&lt;br /&gt;11. Fionn Regan- Put a Penny in the Slot&lt;br /&gt;13. The Antlers- Kettering&lt;br /&gt;14. The National- The Geese of Beverly Road&lt;br /&gt;15. Megafaun- The Fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-8327451747771748831?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/8327451747771748831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/8327451747771748831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/12/most-listened-of-2009.html' title='Most Listened of 2009'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/SyfNfYlGtCI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Gqt9beO13G4/s72-c/Au%2BRevoir%2BSimone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-6055444978519639741</id><published>2009-11-28T18:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T19:00:15.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Night</title><content type='html'>... Live marathon. Watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best of Chris Farley&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/SxG4TpFzPgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/xxG86pNUiHY/s1600/Picture+15.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/SxG4TpFzPgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/xxG86pNUiHY/s400/Picture+15.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409307275035885058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/SxG4j3DvzzI/AAAAAAAAAQY/I1lqFnJeY-U/s1600/Picture+16.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/SxG4j3DvzzI/AAAAAAAAAQY/I1lqFnJeY-U/s400/Picture+16.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409307553663274802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rip to both amazing dancers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-6055444978519639741?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/6055444978519639741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/6055444978519639741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/11/saturday-night.html' title='Saturday Night'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/SxG4TpFzPgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/xxG86pNUiHY/s72-c/Picture+15.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-529822631560761589</id><published>2009-11-14T19:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T13:01:18.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;The Mandolin! Most of my relationships with the string family disappointedly became summer flings. I hope this one won't! Fortunately, winter is almost here. I decided that this mandolin will be a girl. Named Eliza, as in Doolittle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/Sv9F-IdS5pI/AAAAAAAAAQI/baAQwVxWhxg/s1600-h/1976-ibanez-mandolin-monroe-ad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/Sv9F-IdS5pI/AAAAAAAAAQI/baAQwVxWhxg/s400/1976-ibanez-mandolin-monroe-ad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:small;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1821091801645881561-529822631560761589?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/529822631560761589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/529822631560761589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-new-muse_14.html' title='My New Muse'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/Sv9F-IdS5pI/AAAAAAAAAQI/baAQwVxWhxg/s72-c/1976-ibanez-mandolin-monroe-ad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-3582491665022724408</id><published>2009-11-14T14:29:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:46:30.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic Ariels</title><content type='html'>Extremely excited to see Neko Case on Monday. Why are red heads so awesome? If only my Irish boyfriend was a ginger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;Evar gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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"https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;try {var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-10883627-1");pageTracker._trackPageview();} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-3582491665022724408?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/3582491665022724408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/3582491665022724408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/11/classic-ariels.html' title='Classic Ariels'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/Sv4i_ezUeJI/AAAAAAAAAPY/bx9fpDkRk9c/s72-c/nekocase_middlecyclone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-5202563910051431706</id><published>2009-10-15T11:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T11:14:52.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hit replay</title><content type='html'>Pat and I were shopping last night and decided to go to this Vietnamese restaurant. It was actually where we had our first date. We haven't been there since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it just so happened that we were both wearing the EXACT SAME OUTFITS as last time. Him in his gray polo and jeans, me in my b/w plaid dress. Whoa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Dead Man's Bones is playing at LPR tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/Stc7wg5dPVI/AAAAAAAAAPI/hsIuJc2d9YY/s1600-h/l_b3b81cb03470c2bc32a708921d3dd04e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/Stc7wg5dPVI/AAAAAAAAAPI/hsIuJc2d9YY/s400/l_b3b81cb03470c2bc32a708921d3dd04e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1821091801645881561-5202563910051431706?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/5202563910051431706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/5202563910051431706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/10/hit-replay.html' title='hit replay'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/Stc7wg5dPVI/AAAAAAAAAPI/hsIuJc2d9YY/s72-c/l_b3b81cb03470c2bc32a708921d3dd04e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-2549713061742305012</id><published>2009-10-09T11:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T11:34:47.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Cahoots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The MoMa is presenting a retrospective on the works of Spike Jonze until October 18th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I got to attend a tribute to Maurice Sendak &amp;amp; Spike Jonze at the museum. They screened a short documentary titled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tell Them Anything You Want: A Portrait on Maurice Sendak.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Spike came up and introduced a bit on the film. While he was speaking, I realized that the night was not about celebrating the works of these two artists. The night was in tribute of a great friendship that was evolved by the love of art making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spike loves Maurice so much that he wanted to share a piece of that love. The documentary was filmed with such tenderness and affection. It was hilarious, touching, honest, and painful at the same time. The film involved the subject of death. It makes me feel guilty seeing how Maurice still wants to do so much in his life. It makes me sad that he was misunderstood by many people. It makes me angry that artists are still seen as minorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maurice mentioned that when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where the Wild Things Are &lt;/span&gt;came out, a famous psychologist wrote a horrible review against it. A few years later they met by chance, and the doctor reminded Maurice how much he hated him. The guy eventually committed suicide. Where did the hatred come from in the first place, and why did it matter to the psychologist so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a lot I need to do in my life. There is a lot to get rid of. I just want to go snip, snip, snip to all the useless emotions that eats me up. I need to get up and get out with my own two feet. I need to untangle until ease with simplicity and love and beauty again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ayn Rand had once written, "One cannot hate the earth in their name. The earth is beautiful. And it is a background, but not theirs [the people]."&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/1821091801645881561-2549713061742305012?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/2549713061742305012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/2549713061742305012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-cahoots.html' title='In Cahoots'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-2603994332716721159</id><published>2009-09-24T23:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T09:27:06.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Signs of Phoenix</title><content type='html'>1. This morning I walked into my art director's office. He was playing &lt;i&gt;1901&lt;/i&gt; by Phoenix on his computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Later I overheard some co-workers having a conversation. One mentioned how she's seeing Phoenix play at SummerStage this weekend. I jumped in and told her that they're playing tonight in Soho for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My friend from AZ and I emailed each other in the afternoon. It was about my visit to see her- which will be a direct flight from JFK to Phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Walked to the Apple Store after work to see&amp;nbsp;them perform their &lt;i&gt;Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix&lt;/i&gt; album. It was spectacular.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-2603994332716721159?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/2603994332716721159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/2603994332716721159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/09/4-signs-of-phoenix.html' title='4 Signs of Phoenix'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-1475450860219050672</id><published>2009-09-24T15:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T15:29:17.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Right One In</title><content type='html'>Americans should really leave great films alone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/SrPyG3ohbBI/AAAAAAAAAOo/r-mKNmclG7A/s1600-h/spikejonze.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/SrPyG3ohbBI/AAAAAAAAAOo/r-mKNmclG7A/s400/spikejonze.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/SrPyPx3U5mI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ZJ0hTo_C_cA/s1600-h/wtwta_mcgetridge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/SrPyPx3U5mI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ZJ0hTo_C_cA/s320/wtwta_mcgetridge.jpg" width="327" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1821091801645881561-7154368521118776090?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/7154368521118776090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/7154368521118776090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/09/d.html' title='Wild Rumpus'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/SrPyG3ohbBI/AAAAAAAAAOo/r-mKNmclG7A/s72-c/spikejonze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-7979897571419614629</id><published>2009-09-16T01:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T01:07:42.065-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Sunny</title><content type='html'>Having&amp;nbsp;a &lt;i&gt;Benny and Joon&lt;/i&gt; kind of night. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be off to see &lt;i&gt;The Nightman Cometh&lt;/i&gt; in about 19 hours! &lt;i&gt;Always Sunny in Philadelphia&lt;/i&gt; is genius. I am so excited! I'm trying to convince Patrick to be the Green Man for Halloween, then I can be the troll (Danny DeVito) from their musical. But I figured that if I wanted to be a troll, I might as well be Penguin from &lt;i&gt;Batman Returns&lt;/i&gt;. It will be an amazing challenge!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-7979897571419614629?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/7979897571419614629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/7979897571419614629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/09/always-sunny.html' title='Always Sunny'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-3682720835969914390</id><published>2009-09-14T00:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T17:04:49.459-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ernest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/Sq3FttqTiuI/AAAAAAAAAOI/df7Ku2Intbk/s1600-h/ernest.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/Sq3FttqTiuI/AAAAAAAAAOI/df7Ku2Intbk/s400/ernest.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;Hemingway kicks a goal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-3682720835969914390?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/3682720835969914390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/3682720835969914390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/09/ernest.html' title='ernest'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/Sq3FttqTiuI/AAAAAAAAAOI/df7Ku2Intbk/s72-c/ernest.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-6587043339013949085</id><published>2009-08-31T05:37:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T08:00:56.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunrise with Chet Baker</title><content type='html'>I just ran downstairs to grab a few snacks and fill a huge mug up of green tea. I plan to stay up until morning with a mix of Ira Glass, Chet Baker and Adobe Illustrator. I'm going to hold out until 10pm to straighten out my sleep pattern. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random Notes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Malvin Vien from &lt;i&gt;Project Runway&lt;/i&gt; did not deserve to go home! &lt;div&gt;2. Monsters of Folk is a bit overhyped. But I will give it another shot once the album is released. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Soup is fogging up my glasses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Birds are chirping hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-6587043339013949085?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/6587043339013949085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/6587043339013949085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/08/sunrise-with-chet-baker.html' title='Sunrise with Chet Baker'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-6122654079583615432</id><published>2009-08-27T05:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T05:55:16.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why you're my boyfriend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;June 25th text messaging: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Her:&lt;/i&gt; Code Raccoon. Might be going to Foxwoods with the dad tomorrow. Will let you know more info as the night goes on. Over.&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Him&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;:&lt;/i&gt; Rooster's in the perch. Watching and waiting. Over and out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-6122654079583615432?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/6122654079583615432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/6122654079583615432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/08/text-messaging_27.html' title='This is why you&apos;re my boyfriend.'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-390408613060669147</id><published>2009-08-25T01:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T01:29:32.057-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marilla</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/SpN2qPOOQSI/AAAAAAAAAM4/r9aKnvrwDdQ/s1600-h/rollercoaster+mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 380px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/SpN2qPOOQSI/AAAAAAAAAM4/r9aKnvrwDdQ/s400/rollercoaster+mar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373769248395903266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-390408613060669147?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/390408613060669147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/390408613060669147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/08/marilla.html' title='Marilla'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/SpN2qPOOQSI/AAAAAAAAAM4/r9aKnvrwDdQ/s72-c/rollercoaster+mar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-1916269570242965716</id><published>2009-07-22T03:11:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T03:35:53.567-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a bit on Al, a bit on George</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I suddenly had the urge to listen to &lt;i&gt;Let's Stay Together&lt;/i&gt;. Naturally, I searched for it in my playlist and guess what I just found out. I don't even have the song! WHAAT?!!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I realized it's because I hear the song so much in the outside world. It never dawned! It's always playing wherever I go. While I'm shopping, through other people's headphones on the subway, or simply on the radio. Plus, Pat is always singing the song to me in falsetto, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/Sma-1dsOTvI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Ya3PoruPbUw/s400/beatlesgeorgenopants.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361182232143613682" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Otherwise known as George the Great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-1916269570242965716?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/1916269570242965716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/1916269570242965716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/07/al-george.html' title='a bit on Al, a bit on George'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/Sma-1dsOTvI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Ya3PoruPbUw/s72-c/beatlesgeorgenopants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-5903668524488686619</id><published>2009-07-20T19:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T02:50:43.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>Earlier this afternoon I overheard my mother talking to people outside. When I peeked out, I saw her talking to 3 middle-aged strangers (siblings I found out later- 2 sisters and 1 brother). It turned out that they had lived in our house decades ago (1953-1981), way before we moved here in 1992. They decided to come back and check out their childhood town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing the siblings did was visit Jake and Joan. They are the old couple that reside in the house next door to us, otherwise known as the piano house (because of its black and white striped pattern). Jake and Joan are the friendliest people ever. They used to give us a whole bunch of fruits and vegetables they had planted in the yard. Every Christmas, they will ring our doorbell and give us little gifts. I remember going to them asking about ideas for my science fair project (it was due the next day). Jake invited me over on the day I started high school so that he can take a Polaroid and hang it next to the pictures of his children and grandchild.  I see them less and less now. Jake is moving slower and Joan is looking more and more fragile. But nonetheless they are still just as loving and sweet to everyone. Just last week I saw them taking a walk while holding hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom came home just as the siblings were standing outside and observing our house. She ended up giving them a tour in the house and backyard. The brother found little handprints he left in the cement when he was a kid. The porch was built by their father. The doors of the key shelf inside the house was also built by their father (both of their parents already passed away). They were all mixed up with nostalgia and excitement. It was pretty amazing seeing this. When they left, they said "Thank you so much, this meant a lot to us. I hope your family are just as happy as we were when we lived here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me kind of sad. I guess the thought of someone else living here before me never really occurred. We moved in here when I was 5 and my room has always been known as my property. I thought it was funny that our family also have two daughters and one son, like theirs. It's cute imagining a jumble of little legs running down the stairs or kids chatting on the stoop with cups of lemonade in their hands. I wonder if they also had a pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a house isn't really a house unless it's made a home. Just like how happiness isn't real unless shared. Today made me really thankful of all the good people I know. And I'm glad to have my friends and family to share my life with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-5903668524488686619?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/5903668524488686619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/5903668524488686619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/07/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-7825577792831239415</id><published>2009-07-14T21:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:22:10.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return of My To-Read List</title><content type='html'>Reason #2 why I love the summer: See entry title.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, I'm picking up the same bad habits- something I hate but can't help doing. Reading more than one book at a time. I finally picked up &lt;i&gt;The Fountainhead &lt;/i&gt;last month while I was at B&amp;amp;N. I almost fell in love within the first few pages. I'm also reading an autobiography called &lt;i&gt;Wild Swans&lt;/i&gt; by Jung Chang. I bought the book off the streets by Park Avenue over a year ago. It's very good and I'm learning a lot about my culture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is what I also hope to read this summer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. How to Travel with a Salmon- Umberto Eco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Lovers Discourse- Roland Barthes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Motherless Brooklyn- Jonathan Lethem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Madame Bovary- Gustave Flaubert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Ursule Mirouët- Honoré de Balzac&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be continued!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-7825577792831239415?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/7825577792831239415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/7825577792831239415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/07/return-of-my-to-read-list.html' title='The Return of My To-Read List'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-4397809090148300880</id><published>2009-06-16T00:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T00:24:32.274-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/SjccjFOIpgI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Mai2ZyFFRr8/s1600-h/P1070458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/SjccjFOIpgI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Mai2ZyFFRr8/s400/P1070458.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347774471548216834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and some days they last longer than others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but this day by the lake went too fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-4397809090148300880?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/4397809090148300880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/4397809090148300880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='lic'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/SjccjFOIpgI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Mai2ZyFFRr8/s72-c/P1070458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-7716828274764834221</id><published>2009-05-21T01:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T01:35:44.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Email to Kris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I need? sneakers? waterproof makeup? passport? insurance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reply-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passport unnecessary, perhaps a photo ID, to get into the bar. Waterproof makeup if it rains. In that case, bring an umbrella if it rains. Comfy walking shoes, need not be sneakers, although you may bring a change if you like. We will run/walk/walk briskly A LOT. Insurance would be good to have... although you wont have to bring it with you.  Camera might be fun. Cell phone could be useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for intangible things, I'll leave you with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will need to have eyes of a hawk, wits of a monkey, swift as a coursing river, strength of a great typhoon, and mysterious as the dark side of the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like Sherlock Holmes.&lt;br /&gt;Hope that helps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristyn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-7716828274764834221?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/7716828274764834221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/7716828274764834221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/05/surprise-birthday-adventure.html' title='Surprise Adventure'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-7863560746966056253</id><published>2009-05-19T00:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T00:24:10.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'>double trouble</title><content type='html'>happy birthday to me =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-7863560746966056253?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/7863560746966056253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/7863560746966056253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/05/double-trouble.html' title='double trouble'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-7729610051557193375</id><published>2009-05-12T00:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T00:36:23.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Goals</title><content type='html'>1. Rediscover the music in me.&lt;br /&gt;2. Paint again aka regain my soul.&lt;br /&gt;3. Complete my to-read list.&lt;br /&gt;4. Become a better person&lt;br /&gt;5. Purchase a record player, wacom tablet, and an SLR camera.&lt;br /&gt;6. Learn a new instrument.&lt;br /&gt;7. Spend time with my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;8. Practice cooking.&lt;br /&gt;9. Resort all my films and books.&lt;br /&gt;10. Make new friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-7729610051557193375?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/7729610051557193375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/7729610051557193375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-goals.html' title='Summer Goals'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-1547005743869976487</id><published>2009-05-08T00:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T00:57:54.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-Schoolnights</title><content type='html'>This is how I spent my last school night. 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/SgO0ne-co0I/AAAAAAAAAMI/EdYbVyiwoFg/s1600-h/P1060965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/SgO0ne-co0I/AAAAAAAAAMI/EdYbVyiwoFg/s400/P1060965.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333304974159684418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had our Senior Luncheon/ Industry Review. I got there extremely early just to pick a good spot. Thinking I'll be able to catch the crowd, I chose the back where the food was being served. BAD IDEA. Every time they walked towards me, their eyes would just be on the food... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't hilarious or anything but I thought it was cute:&lt;br /&gt;Liev Schreiber and Peter Sagal on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wait Wait Don't Tell Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: How annoyed are you when you type your name in Microsoft Word and it keeps wanting to spell it "live"?&lt;br /&gt;LS: So annoyed that I moved to Mac.&lt;br /&gt;PS: Really? (laughs) Because everybody has a burden in life and we just assumed that was yours.&lt;br /&gt;LS: That is mine. But, you know, it doesn't matter because everybody calls me "Leev" anyway. I have the most mispronounced name in show business, I think.&lt;br /&gt;PS: Really? Have you gotten used to it? Do you correct them at this point?&lt;br /&gt;LS: No, I answer to it now. But you can imagine how frustrating it is as a young actor to enter into a casting office and the first thing they say is "leave". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy May. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-1547005743869976487?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/1547005743869976487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/1547005743869976487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/05/post-schoolnights.html' title='Post-Schoolnights'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/SgO0ne-co0I/AAAAAAAAAMI/EdYbVyiwoFg/s72-c/P1060965.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-5531170879339742289</id><published>2009-04-28T02:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T02:53:06.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>train stop</title><content type='html'>Feist &amp; Ben Gibbard did a very nice cover of Vashti Bunyan's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Train Song&lt;/span&gt;. Is it me or does Ben sound less bengibbardy to you? Maybe it's all transformed now with his physical and soon-to-be-marital changes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished my portfolio on Saturday night. And so I spoiled myself with movies. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Boy With the Striped Pajamas&lt;br /&gt;2. Role Models&lt;br /&gt;3. I've Loved You So Long&lt;br /&gt;4. Gentlemen's Agreement&lt;br /&gt;5. Bob Le Flambeur&lt;br /&gt;6. Les Enfants Terribles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we shall resume back to reality. Still lots of work to be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-5531170879339742289?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/5531170879339742289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/5531170879339742289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/04/train-stop.html' title='train stop'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-6971363716880376306</id><published>2009-04-24T04:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T04:54:28.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>before I say goodnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4266613&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4266613&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/4266613"&gt;Matt and Kim - "LESSONS LEARNED" (OFFICIAL VIDEO)&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1198807"&gt;FVMMO FILMS&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-6971363716880376306?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/6971363716880376306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/6971363716880376306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/04/before-i-say-goodnight.html' title='before I say goodnight'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-6570163494099951558</id><published>2009-04-21T01:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T01:45:29.128-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Hat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Isn't this a lovely day to be caught in the rain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-6570163494099951558?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/6570163494099951558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/6570163494099951558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/04/top-hat.html' title='Top Hat'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-2180919028193652784</id><published>2009-04-19T05:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T15:11:40.655-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tom waiting</title><content type='html'>I finally slept yesterday. After I came back from Adam's studio (with two printed posters, finished business cards and a big smile on my face) I went to Kinokuniya to quench my brain. Slurp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary of my week:&lt;br /&gt;1. enjoyed the luxury of endless work&lt;br /&gt;2. tripped to Stamford twice&lt;br /&gt;3. slept 15 hours&lt;br /&gt;4. launched my site&lt;br /&gt;5. Flight of the Conchords concert&lt;br /&gt;6. lived a back-of-the-cab story&lt;br /&gt;7. saw Philippe Petit (highlight!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/Serx2Gqq5WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/14d_SMLwouo/s1600-h/tomwaits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/Serx2Gqq5WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/14d_SMLwouo/s400/tomwaits.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326335421123847522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-2180919028193652784?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/2180919028193652784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/2180919028193652784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/04/tom-waiting.html' title='tom waiting'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/Serx2Gqq5WI/AAAAAAAAAJA/14d_SMLwouo/s72-c/tomwaits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-4570397540608938765</id><published>2009-04-14T04:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T04:31:28.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>braindeaded</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/SeRHhYqJUfI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aVfDkZHxd9U/s1600-h/dalimakeover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/SeRHhYqJUfI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aVfDkZHxd9U/s400/dalimakeover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324459298339246578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my pal, Sal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-4570397540608938765?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/4570397540608938765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/4570397540608938765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/04/braindeaded.html' title='braindeaded'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/SeRHhYqJUfI/AAAAAAAAAIo/aVfDkZHxd9U/s72-c/dalimakeover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-2183253383123754792</id><published>2009-04-13T22:02:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:24:41.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3-day weekend IN.</title><content type='html'>Would you believe me if I told you this is my 3rd full day homeworking? And by "full day" I mean only getting up to eat and pee. Any other reasons to get up must be work related. Sleep is sometimes allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Band of Horses. I'm saving up money for my senior portfolio(s). I purchased a domain a few days ago (yay) and will look into hosting probably next week. I was told it was better to keep domain and hosting accounts separate in case you cancel one. It saves any future hassles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now you must have heard of Susan Boyles. I told my mom to start entering singing contests. If it's not too late for Susan, then it's not too late for her. She's going back to Taiwan in 6 days. Here's to a month of takeouts and unhealthy junk. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so Bangles is playing now, since it's listed alphabetically after Band of Horses. Must change music... scroll scroll... new podcast downloads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/SePzV1CxZDI/AAAAAAAAAIg/6TuHiCDKzH4/s1600-h/obamafeminist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/SePzV1CxZDI/AAAAAAAAAIg/6TuHiCDKzH4/s400/obamafeminist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324366740823565362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podcast: Stuff Mom Never Told You&lt;br /&gt;Topic: What does a feminist look like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha ha haaa... ha..... h....a.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-2183253383123754792?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/2183253383123754792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/2183253383123754792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/04/3-day-weekend-in.html' title='3-day weekend IN.'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/SePzV1CxZDI/AAAAAAAAAIg/6TuHiCDKzH4/s72-c/obamafeminist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-7987928430004299878</id><published>2009-04-09T03:15:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T03:41:56.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>multitasking</title><content type='html'>Here is an awesome wedding photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/Sd2jyrN12TI/AAAAAAAAAIY/wJlvcVkHbRY/s1600-h/simonbollinger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/Sd2jyrN12TI/AAAAAAAAAIY/wJlvcVkHbRY/s400/simonbollinger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322590425611360562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, brushing my teeth, homeworking, blogging. WAKING UP TOMORROW WILL BE BRUTAL. I'm listening to an oldies mix I made for Jenny last year. I keep all my playlists just in case I make another for the same friend. It's also easier to fetch songs once it's categorized. Styx is currently playing right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel guilty everytime I'm not working. Graduation is so close I can lick it. I got sick this past weekend and have not gotten better. It's the lack of sleep I think. My throat hurts a lot. But at least I can breathe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my favorites on the mix:&lt;br /&gt;Van Morrison- Moondance&lt;br /&gt;Carole King- It's Too Late&lt;br /&gt;Heart- Crazy on You&lt;br /&gt;When in Rome- The Promise*&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Bishop- It Might Be You&lt;br /&gt;Todd Rundgren- Can We Still Be Friends&lt;br /&gt;George Michael- One More Try*&lt;br /&gt;Otis Redding- Sittin' On The Dock of th Bay*&lt;br /&gt;The Platters- Smoke Gets In Your Eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-7987928430004299878?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/7987928430004299878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/7987928430004299878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/04/multitasking.html' title='multitasking'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/Sd2jyrN12TI/AAAAAAAAAIY/wJlvcVkHbRY/s72-c/simonbollinger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-2941762077650568245</id><published>2009-03-24T10:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:50:10.827-04:00</updated><title type='text'>kah kah kah karnival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/ScjymcTLPOI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2AbWCm97VbM/s1600-h/kkkcarnival.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/ScjymcTLPOI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2AbWCm97VbM/s400/kkkcarnival.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316766102356442338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-2941762077650568245?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/2941762077650568245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/2941762077650568245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/03/kah-kah-kah-karnival.html' title='kah kah kah karnival'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/ScjymcTLPOI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/2AbWCm97VbM/s72-c/kkkcarnival.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-602476002689353470</id><published>2009-03-20T00:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T00:23:05.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quoting dad</title><content type='html'>"Happiness is life."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I thought it was the other way around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-602476002689353470?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/602476002689353470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/602476002689353470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/03/quoting-dad.html' title='Quoting dad'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-8960452440523012063</id><published>2009-03-13T23:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T23:31:15.352-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/Sbsk3X6xd3I/AAAAAAAAAII/Yj4PD_3iiK4/s1600-h/tokyo-sonata-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/Sbsk3X6xd3I/AAAAAAAAAII/Yj4PD_3iiK4/s400/tokyo-sonata-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312880719145564018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-8960452440523012063?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/8960452440523012063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/8960452440523012063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/03/opening-day.html' title='Opening day!'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/Sbsk3X6xd3I/AAAAAAAAAII/Yj4PD_3iiK4/s72-c/tokyo-sonata-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-3925179104688796359</id><published>2009-03-09T17:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:13:38.739-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop; Think</title><content type='html'>My top Woody Allen films:&lt;br /&gt;1. Annie Hall&lt;br /&gt;2. Manhattan Murder Mystery&lt;br /&gt;3. Hannah and Her Sisters&lt;br /&gt;4. Bullets Over Broadway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized- most people that inspire me are imperfect and sometimes destructive. I always think there's a key element in someone's personal life that presses the genius button. Sometimes I wish I've stopped digging a long time ago. It's hard. I don't want to just accept a person for his or her creative success. I want to read biographies, learn what had shaped their lives, understand the work they create. Sometimes I forget why I became interested in the first place. I always end up falling in love with their faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: DeVotchka- Queen of the Surface Streets&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-3925179104688796359?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/3925179104688796359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/3925179104688796359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/03/stop-think.html' title='Stop; Think'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-1331194391772224922</id><published>2009-03-04T23:03:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:27:46.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanity Fair</title><content type='html'>Selected few from the latest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/Sa9Pkyx-89I/AAAAAAAAAHw/DKHzLJmwQqI/s1600-h/vf_jasonsegel_theloner_normanjeanroy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/Sa9Pkyx-89I/AAAAAAAAAHw/DKHzLJmwQqI/s400/vf_jasonsegel_theloner_normanjeanroy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309549979218408402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/Sa9PqRDSCdI/AAAAAAAAAH4/cE0WSzEK_sw/s1600-h/vf_Jonahhill_thechopper._samjones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/Sa9PqRDSCdI/AAAAAAAAAH4/cE0WSzEK_sw/s400/vf_Jonahhill_thechopper._samjones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309550073243371986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/Sa9PxTeU1yI/AAAAAAAAAIA/h5WMml__sWc/s1600-h/vf_leibowitz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/Sa9PxTeU1yI/AAAAAAAAAIA/h5WMml__sWc/s400/vf_leibowitz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309550194152757026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam Jones, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Norman Jean Roy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Annie Leibovitz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-1331194391772224922?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/1331194391772224922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/1331194391772224922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/03/vanity-fair.html' title='Vanity Fair'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/Sa9Pkyx-89I/AAAAAAAAAHw/DKHzLJmwQqI/s72-c/vf_jasonsegel_theloner_normanjeanroy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-5607005693542147564</id><published>2009-03-04T19:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:22:21.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Show</title><content type='html'>I'm listening to The National and trying to study for my mid-term. I've been researching job posts on various sites, just to get an idea of the direction I'd like to head towards. It's all like, "Eh, don't like this, don't like that" on repeat. It's really hard for me to focus on what I want. All I know right now, is what I don't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope I don't end up hating my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin Scorsese is planning on making a documentary on George Harrison. I know many people are probably thinking "Wow, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; Beatles tribute?" But you know what? In only a few more decades, the Beatles generation will fade away and be replaced with text, memorandums, and my-grandma-once-told-me-stories. As much as I wish I could've experienced the '60's, I'm glad to know people who have lived through the psychedelic craze. I'm glad I can listen to the stories of ex-hippies &amp;amp; artists and enjoy the share of their memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/Sa8nsJdxT6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/wFUzzeqWX8Y/s1600-h/explosion_hendrix_martinsharp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/Sa8nsJdxT6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/wFUzzeqWX8Y/s400/explosion_hendrix_martinsharp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309506125101617058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Explosion&lt;/span&gt;, Martin Sharp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-5607005693542147564?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/5607005693542147564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/5607005693542147564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/03/slow-show.html' title='Slow Show'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/Sa8nsJdxT6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/wFUzzeqWX8Y/s72-c/explosion_hendrix_martinsharp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-1770007103525786033</id><published>2009-02-20T16:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:13:53.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>De Splat</title><content type='html'>Rumor has it-&lt;div&gt;Alexandre Desplat will be scoring the music to Wes Anderson's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fantastic Mr.Fox&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music makes up life. My cherished memories are as fluid as the simple notes of Satie's G&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;ymnopedie No. 1. &lt;/span&gt;My greatest turns in life are as triumphant as Handel's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Sarabande.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I get ridiculously excited when great filmmakers and composers team up to create for the rest of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-1770007103525786033?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/1770007103525786033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/1770007103525786033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/02/de-splat.html' title='De Splat'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-8816015757418677253</id><published>2009-02-18T01:49:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:10:11.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscar Season</title><content type='html'>I left my night class earlier tonight because I was dying from sickness. I keep thinking that it's almost Friday. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I usually take time to evaluate films and predict the Oscar winners. Last year, I was pretty close... got about 2 or 3 categories wrong. I was mostly disappointed when &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Diving Bell &amp;amp; the Butterfly&lt;/span&gt; didn't win anything. About 2 months prior to the awards, I posted a piano cover of the song Falling Slowly from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once&lt;/span&gt;. The day after the Oscars (when it won for best original song), my view count went up to about 20,000, haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/SZu5jlciKvI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/SMsxJObYSIQ/s400/oscar2008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304037007157242610" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2009 stage model&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like how all the films hungrily bunched up during this season. Everyone is desperate to win. All the good people already got their praise (ie. Danny Boyle, Sean Penn but enough is enough!) The upcoming awards show is just getting redundant now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My thoughts sloppily noted:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Man on Wire is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The Wrestler is my favorite out of this bunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Michael Shannon is amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Meryl Streep/Viola Davis makes a great team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Hair &amp;amp; Makeup goes to Benjamin Button. I thought The Reader was a joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Slumdog Millionaire soundtrack is so good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Gus and Darren are as always, awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Brad Pitt... hilarious in Burn After Reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really excited to see Hugh Jackman! haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-8816015757418677253?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/8816015757418677253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/8816015757418677253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/02/oscar-season.html' title='Oscar Season'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/SZu5jlciKvI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/SMsxJObYSIQ/s72-c/oscar2008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-2597762546976985467</id><published>2009-02-16T03:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T03:38:05.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Semester backstroke</title><content type='html'>I love backstroking! I don't have to worry about breathing under water or choking on that chlorine crap. All I have to do is stare at the ceiling up ahead, stroke and kick! I can do it for hours (yeah right) and not think at the same time. Then before I know it I'm passing by that clock hanging on the wall, which tells me that I'm close to the end of the pool. Take a look at the entry title and guess what I'm drawing this analogy to. Less than 3 more months, WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention how much I hate the suburbs? I feel like I'm being swallowed by a blue stomach with slimy gooky shit crawling into my ears. And I hate storming home in the cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-2597762546976985467?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/2597762546976985467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/2597762546976985467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/02/semester-backstroke.html' title='Semester backstroke'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-199908398569055208</id><published>2009-02-03T20:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T20:50:02.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird streaming on NPR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/SYj2g1QptVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/uQzQfD0G9sM/s1600-h/musichall_bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/SYj2g1QptVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/uQzQfD0G9sM/s400/musichall_bird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298756005514556754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brooklynvegan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening live now to Andrew Bird &amp;amp; Lonely Dear in concert from the 9:30 Club in D.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show was one of the places I considered going to when I couldn't get his Carnegie Hall tickets in New York. Just when I accepted the fact that going to Bird's show wasn't meant to be, I had a dream about him. In the dream I was in an auditorium, a bit early for a concert. Andrew came out and tuned his violin while the rest of the crew were doing sound checks and last minute preparations. Unfortunately, I woke up a bit too early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, I found out he was opening a second show due to high demand! Whoo-hoo! haha. The show was great. And he looks good in every angle, by the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-199908398569055208?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/199908398569055208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/199908398569055208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/02/bird-streaming-on-npr.html' title='Bird streaming on NPR'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/SYj2g1QptVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/uQzQfD0G9sM/s72-c/musichall_bird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-4225541551548455530</id><published>2009-01-24T22:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:07:57.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>man on wire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/SXvXfZtZHNI/AAAAAAAAAGw/7RI88OfpNAw/s1600-h/manonwire2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/SXvXfZtZHNI/AAAAAAAAAGw/7RI88OfpNAw/s400/manonwire2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295062721381342418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-4225541551548455530?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/4225541551548455530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/4225541551548455530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/01/man-on-wire.html' title='man on wire'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/SXvXfZtZHNI/AAAAAAAAAGw/7RI88OfpNAw/s72-c/manonwire2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821091801645881561.post-8704288805522303847</id><published>2009-01-19T02:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T02:14:56.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>olly moss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/SXQoZ3DXggI/AAAAAAAAAF0/xjZY4ZtcMzg/s1600-h/deerhunter_ollymoss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/SXQoZ3DXggI/AAAAAAAAAF0/xjZY4ZtcMzg/s400/deerhunter_ollymoss.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292899886807089666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1821091801645881561-8704288805522303847?l=jeaniepai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/8704288805522303847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1821091801645881561/posts/default/8704288805522303847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeaniepai.blogspot.com/2009/01/olly-moss.html' title='olly moss'/><author><name>paninipie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962946649218232665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x3bkSRh90_0/SXQoZ3DXggI/AAAAAAAAAF0/xjZY4ZtcMzg/s72-c/deerhunter_ollymoss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
