<?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-2795401235315673180</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:23:28.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ariesays</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ALA4LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07122403645620803615</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>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795401235315673180.post-8086768399104594675</id><published>2011-10-26T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:21:58.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHeck out my friends company!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.indiegogo.com/project/widget/45410" width="210px" height="400px" frameborder="1" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795401235315673180-8086768399104594675?l=alasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/feeds/8086768399104594675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2011/10/check-out-my-friends-company.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/8086768399104594675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/8086768399104594675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2011/10/check-out-my-friends-company.html' title='CHeck out my friends company!'/><author><name>ALA4LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07122403645620803615</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795401235315673180.post-1379381799633487990</id><published>2011-02-08T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T00:04:58.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry not really a blogger</title><content type='html'>But i'm an emailer!!! believe or not I send out an email every couple of weeks about my experiences in mozambique so if you would like to be included on the email just send your  email to &lt;a href="mailto:arielathan@gmail.com"&gt;arielathan@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arielle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795401235315673180-1379381799633487990?l=alasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/feeds/1379381799633487990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2011/02/sorry-not-really-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/1379381799633487990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/1379381799633487990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2011/02/sorry-not-really-blogger.html' title='Sorry not really a blogger'/><author><name>ALA4LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07122403645620803615</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795401235315673180.post-3335113389916474198</id><published>2010-10-01T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T04:17:41.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bem Vindo a Mozambique!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t0MzqgrOMeM/TKXCIxwF7II/AAAAAAAAACk/1XfZJbQKjV8/s1600/IMG_0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow so I thought I had updated but I didn't actually post anything! So sorry about that... I'm here finally so excited, juiced,  ready... I think. I've been staying at a hotel in Maputo for the past two days and tomorrow I go to Namaacha to move in with my home stay family. We have been getting a lot of information on health, safety, we got our vaccines and oh yea we got a lesson on how to take a bucket shower! Honestly I'm looking forward to it, but I do feel like I haven't brought enough clothes because supposedly they take showers three times a day before meals. &lt;div&gt;I can't wait to post after my experience this weekend, i'm sure it will be hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can i just say that I'm super excited to be immersed in the language. I'm so ready to start that learning process, I don't care that I'm not going to understand anything because I will in a few weeks! The portuguese fluency is coming guys.. get ready!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heres a picture of Maputo from my hotel room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t0MzqgrOMeM/TKXCIxwF7II/AAAAAAAAACk/1XfZJbQKjV8/s320/IMG_0507.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523033974089575554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&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/2795401235315673180-3335113389916474198?l=alasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/feeds/3335113389916474198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2010/10/bem-vindo-mozambique.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/3335113389916474198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/3335113389916474198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2010/10/bem-vindo-mozambique.html' title='Bem Vindo a Mozambique!'/><author><name>ALA4LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07122403645620803615</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/_t0MzqgrOMeM/TKXCIxwF7II/AAAAAAAAACk/1XfZJbQKjV8/s72-c/IMG_0507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795401235315673180.post-2652545779988091224</id><published>2010-09-21T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T12:48:33.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOZAMBIQUE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wow... so i never updated since that last post.. but i promise to be more consistent when i'm living in Mozambique!!! It is tuesday the 21th of September and I leave the 28th! yep SUPER JUICED!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for those of you who don't know anything about Mozambique here is some beautiful pictures and info about the country I will be living in for two years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.divetravel.info/destinations/indianocean/mozambique_fastfacts.htm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t0MzqgrOMeM/TJkLstw3MmI/AAAAAAAAACc/wL3HRs7QzZ8/s1600/46-mozambique-village-womenM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t0MzqgrOMeM/TJkLstw3MmI/AAAAAAAAACc/wL3HRs7QzZ8/s320/46-mozambique-village-womenM.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519455681145942626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t0MzqgrOMeM/TJkLsBQQjkI/AAAAAAAAACU/cCzE0HxN2FI/s1600/about-mozambique_about-mozambique_top_289_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 167px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t0MzqgrOMeM/TJkLsBQQjkI/AAAAAAAAACU/cCzE0HxN2FI/s320/about-mozambique_about-mozambique_top_289_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519455669198032450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t0MzqgrOMeM/TJkLr6UsbUI/AAAAAAAAACM/K9KzVt7BsuQ/s1600/stand_1213956835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t0MzqgrOMeM/TJkLr6UsbUI/AAAAAAAAACM/K9KzVt7BsuQ/s320/stand_1213956835.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519455667337588034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/2795401235315673180-2652545779988091224?l=alasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/feeds/2652545779988091224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2010/09/mozambique.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/2652545779988091224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/2652545779988091224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2010/09/mozambique.html' title='MOZAMBIQUE'/><author><name>ALA4LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07122403645620803615</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/_t0MzqgrOMeM/TJkLstw3MmI/AAAAAAAAACc/wL3HRs7QzZ8/s72-c/46-mozambique-village-womenM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795401235315673180.post-4235588861569883957</id><published>2010-06-23T09:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T09:29:47.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Any Day Now</title><content type='html'>Any day now i should be receiving my Peace corps invitation with information about which country i will be living in for the next two years. I was SO SURE it was going to be yesterday... but it wasn't :( so in the meantime I've been having these anxiety dreams about my acceptance letter. My first dream was that I got invited to serve in Eastern Europe somewhere. I was upset in my dream so I called the Peace Corps placement officers and told them that i felt it was unfair that they are sending me to Eastern Europe because they know that out of all the places I wanted to go that was the place i wanted to go the least... well they agreed...  then told me they would send me to Africa instead ( don't remember the details of where)...lol. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dream I had last night was that I got my invitation packet and I was invited to serve in Cambodia! I was actually quite happy about it in the dream and so was my dad. It also said on the invitation that i was scheduled to leave Aug 21. I was  happy because I know that my mentee is visiting thailand and so I was thinking (in my dream) "oh Shalisa can come visit me!" however part of me was sad because I was expecting to go somewhere in Africa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I know that wherever I end up will be a learning experience and I'll be happy either way... nervous but happy. I just really want to find out today!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2795401235315673180-4235588861569883957?l=alasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/feeds/4235588861569883957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2010/06/any-day-now.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/4235588861569883957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/4235588861569883957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2010/06/any-day-now.html' title='Any Day Now'/><author><name>ALA4LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07122403645620803615</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795401235315673180.post-6853521132061640690</id><published>2010-02-27T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T19:29:02.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamaican Bobsled Team!</title><content type='html'>After watching bobsledding in the 2010 winter Olympics, I of course thought back to the movie 'Cool Running' based on the true story of the first Jamaican bobsled team. How I loved that movie as a child, watching underdogs make it to the top, those movies have always inspired me. So anyways I just finished watching after 10 years since the last time I saw it. Now being older and wiser about how movie studios  tend to  bend the truth, when making these "true" stories, I decided to look up some information about the bobsled team and this is what I found... quite interesting.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Jamaican four-man bobsled team debuted at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1988_Winter_Olympics" title="1988 Winter Olympics" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1988 Winter Olympics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Calgary,_Alberta" title="Calgary, Alberta" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Calgary, Alberta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. There they quickly became a fan favorite largely because of their status position as the ultimate 'underdog' story of the games. Not only was there the novelty of having a tropical country compete in a cold-weather sport, but they had very little practice going down a bobsled track before, and they borrowed spare sleds from other states to compete. In a show of worldly brotherhood, other bobsledders were quick to give them guidance and support. They did not officially finish after losing control of the sled and crashing during one of their four runs. However, they showed significant improvement throughout the games and impressed observers with some fast starts. After crashing, they famously got out of their sled and walked with it to the finish line to great applause. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-1" class="reference" style="line-height: 1em; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jamaica_national_bobsled_team#cite_note-1" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; white-space: nowrap; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; This team was the inspiration for a major motion picture,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cool_Runnings" title="Cool Runnings" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cool Runnings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; featuring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Candy" title="John Candy" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;John Candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; as the team's coach. The characters in the film are fictional, although the original footage of the crash is used during the film. The film's depiction of the post-crash rescue was changed to show the bobsledders carrying the sled over the line on their shoulders for dramatic effect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The team returned to the Olympics in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1992_Winter_Olympics" title="1992 Winter Olympics" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1992 Winter Olympics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albertville,_France" title="Albertville, France" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Albertville, France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, but finished poorly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-2" class="reference" style="line-height: 1em; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jamaica_national_bobsled_team#cite_note-2" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; white-space: nowrap; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-3" class="reference" style="line-height: 1em; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jamaica_national_bobsled_team#cite_note-3" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; white-space: nowrap; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; They qualified again for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1994_Winter_Olympics" title="1994 Winter Olympics" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1994 Winter Olympics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lillehammer" title="Lillehammer" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lillehammer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norway" title="Norway" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Norway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. There, the Jamaican four sled stunned many of their critics by finishing in 14th place, ahead of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States" title="United States" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;United States&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Russia" title="Russia" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Russia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/France" title="France" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; and one sled from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Italy" title="Italy" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Italy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-4" class="reference" style="line-height: 1em; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jamaica_national_bobsled_team#cite_note-4" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; white-space: nowrap; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In 2000 the Jamaicans won the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gold_medal" title="Gold medal" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;gold medal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; at the World Push Bobsled Championships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Jamaican Bobsled Team failed to qualify for both the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2006_Winter_Olympics" title="2006 Winter Olympics" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2006 Winter Olympics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Torino" title="Torino" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Torino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Italy" title="Italy" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Italy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2010_Winter_Olympics" title="2010 Winter Olympics" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2010 Winter Olympics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vancouver,_Canada" title="Vancouver, Canada" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vancouver, Canada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Even though they did not make the 2010 winter Olympics I'm really happy they have not given up... and I will be so happy when they do qualify again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: black; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; font-weight: normal; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.6em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 0.17em; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); font-size: 19px; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="editsection" style="float: right; margin-left: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Jamaica_national_bobsled_team&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;section=3" title="Edit section: Current Jamaican Bobsled lineup" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;edit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline" id="Current_Jamaican_Bobsled_lineup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&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/2795401235315673180-6853521132061640690?l=alasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/feeds/6853521132061640690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2010/02/jamaican-bobsled-team.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/6853521132061640690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/6853521132061640690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2010/02/jamaican-bobsled-team.html' title='Jamaican Bobsled Team!'/><author><name>ALA4LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07122403645620803615</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795401235315673180.post-7389148276396157970</id><published>2009-05-15T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:27:31.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mos Def</title><content type='html'>Last night my good friend Kelly and I went to the Mos Def concert. This was the first time I had ever been to one of his shows. He Was Amazing! This was a different kind of amazing from like say the Brittney spears concert i went to last month or the Jay-z concert i went to three years ago.&lt;br /&gt;When Mos came out on stage i remembered how a lot of people were really disappointed with his album New Danger because of how different it was I also remember loving it for that exact reason. I love when Artists aren't afraid to do something just because their Label gave &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt; a label or society wants them a certain way.&lt;br /&gt;Mos Def came out on stage and rocked it because he wanted to NOT because he had to, and it didn't matter if the audience was having a good time, he was thoroughly enjoying himself. There is such a different  feeling you get from an artist like him than an artist who has been on tour for six months and is doing it because its part of the job or someone who is worried about the audience having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time watching him have a good time, it didn't matter if  i knew all the songs.&lt;br /&gt;I am so inspired to be that way in life doing things because i want to do it and not because it pleases someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;moral of the story: do what makes you happy regardless of someone or thing else! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have a chance to see him in concert i highly recommend it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795401235315673180-7389148276396157970?l=alasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/feeds/7389148276396157970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2009/05/mos-def.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/7389148276396157970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/7389148276396157970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2009/05/mos-def.html' title='Mos Def'/><author><name>ALA4LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07122403645620803615</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795401235315673180.post-7850291761513683030</id><published>2009-05-10T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T11:50:27.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In China, Quake Tourism Becoming Big Business</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So I was listening to this show on NPR and it was such a trip to me  so  i wanted to share it. Its about how they are making one of the areas in China (where they had the huge earthquake and so many people died and they still haven't even started rebuilding all of the area yet) into a lil tourist trap! I would be so offended if i lived there. As soon as people see there is a way to make money they will just take advantage of the opportunity! its disgusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="date"&gt;May 6, 2009 · &lt;/span&gt; When I came back to southwest China to report stories leading up to the May 12 anniversary of the earthquake, I never imagined this scene: I'm running through a mountain park alongside young warriors wearing camouflage suits and toting plastic laser guns. They kneel and take aim through the trees as a loud, synthesized firefight echoes around us.   &lt;p&gt;I'm in the middle of a game of laser tag at the Counter Strike battlefield, high up in the mountains outside the town of Baoshan. The site is part of a growing industry all around the earthquake zone: earthquake tourism.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The Counter Strike laser tag park is based on a shoot-'em-up video game. The battlefield where the two armies face off is a lush garden filled with huge pink peonies and moss-covered pagodas. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The laser-tag warriors shoot it out steps away from homes that were destroyed by the earthquake, their ruins still huge heaps of mangled concrete and twisted steel.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The battlefield park was developed by the Baoshan Group construction company. The head of the tourism section, Dai Jun, explains the idea behind it: It's designed to provide a team-building exercise for office workers who might drive up from the city. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;At the same time, Dai tells me, it will help the local economy recover.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"I think building this base here provides more job opportunities for local people, and I don't think it's unfair to those who died in the earthquake," Dai says.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I ask him, "Even though the people who play these games are simulating death in an area where death was very real for so many people?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"The people in disaster-hit areas need to get back to a normal life," Dai says. "They need to walk out of the shadow of this disaster as soon as possible."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So this is the new normal. One of the young city visitors, Counter Strike warrior Zhang Ling, tells me, "We need to let everyone know the earthquake of May 12 has passed." &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"This game teaches us that we need to stay united and help each other," Zhang says. "After the earthquake, the relief effort went so well because the Chinese people united as one. We're here playing this game with the same goals in mind. It's not just about battling each other."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Museum Planned On Destroyed School Site&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Two counties away is another promised tourist destination: the flattened city of Beichuan. An earthquake museum will be built on the site of the destroyed Beichuan Middle School. Hundreds of children died when the school collapsed, and it is now a ghastly pile of debris and twisted rebar. It's hard to imagine that in the future, this schoolyard will become a tourist site.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Visitors will be allowed to walk through the ruined city, where many bodies still lie buried beneath the rubble. Some local residents are not at all happy about that idea.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Just down the road, I meet Liu Xiaohua at the temporary housing camp where she lives with her family. Her mother-in-law was killed in Beichuan, the body never recovered. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Many of us feel uneasy" about the tourism plans, Liu tells me. "So many people died; their bodies are still buried. Of course we don't feel good about it. There are so many bodies that can't be retrieved."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But the deputy county chief of Beichuan, He Wang, sees tourism as an important way to revitalize the area, memorialize the dead and promote national unity.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"It will be a somber environment," he says. "I believe that everyone who visits the Beichuan ruins will experience a spiritual baptism, and at the same time learn something about humanity and patriotism."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I ask him, "What would you say to people whose family members may be buried in that rubble who say, 'This a private space. I don't want people coming here to look at this. This is my graveyard'?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"We need to respect the feelings and wishes of the victims' families," he says. "But I personally believe that we'll be able to gain the families' understanding."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There also are plans to turn a huge earthquake lake into a tourist spot. The quake lakes were formed when landslides caused by the temblor dammed up rivers. A year ago, people feared those lakes would burst and cause disastrous flooding. But now they're making the best of the situation: The plan is for the quake lake of Tangjiashan to become a destination for boating, with teahouses lining the banks of the lake.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Putting Famous Earthquake Pig On Display&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We made one last stop on our earthquake tourism circuit: the new quake museum in Dayi, about 100 miles southwest of Beichuan. It's set to open on the anniversary of the quake.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The museum is the brainchild of wealthy real estate developer Fan Jianchuan. He has scooped up tens of thousands of earthquake artifacts for his collection, everything from a rescue boat to children's backpacks gathered from a collapsed school to the now-famous "earthquake pig": a sow who is said to have survived for 36 days in the rubble of a home. Her nickname is "Three-Six."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And get this: As soon as he has enough money, Fan tells me, he is going to install three earthquake simulators. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"The room will shake," he says, "The ceiling will collapse, TVs will come crashing down, the sounds of people screaming will come out of speakers. Just like a Hollywood movie."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Having experienced firsthand the terrifying, stomach-turning force of the temblor when I was in Sichuan last May, I'm horrified, but intrigued. I ask Fan who would want to experience the simulation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"I think young people will be very interested," Fan says. "I've found that earthquakes happen every 30 years or so. When another one comes, I'll be 80. It won't matter if I die. But I want young people to learn how to protect themselves against the next one. Only then will our society have hope for the future."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Fan tells me he worries that people will forget what happened here last May. His museum is a bulwark against oblivion.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On May 12 at 2:28 in the afternoon — the minute the earthquake struck last year — a siren will sound and Fan Jianchuan's earthquake museum will open for business.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="bucketcontent"&gt;&lt;div class="photowrapper"&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript:window.open('/templates/common/image_enlargement.php?imageResId=103828612&amp;amp;imageStoryId=103827501', 'imageEnlargementPopup', 'scrollbars=no,location=no,directories=no,status=no,menubar=no,resizable=yes')" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.npr.org/news/specials/2009/chinaearthquake/images/18/01_tourism_200.jpg" class="photo border" alt="Camouflage-clad Chengdu residents head out to play laser tag." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="photolink"&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript:window.open('/templates/common/image_enlargement.php?imageResId=103828612&amp;amp;imageStoryId=103827501' , 'imageEnlargementPopup', 'scrollbars=no,location=no,directories=no,status=no,menubar=no,resizable=yes')" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://download.npr.org/anon.npr-www/chrome/icon_enlarge.gif" border="0" height="14" width="14" /&gt;Enlarge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- END CLASS="PHOTOLINK" --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="credit"&gt;Andrea Hsu/NPR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="caption"&gt;Camouflage-clad Chengdu residents head out to play laser tag in an area near the ruins of homes destroyed in the earthquake. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="spacer"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- END CLASS="BUCKETCONTENT" --&gt;&lt;div class="bucketbottom"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- END CLASS="BUCKETBOTTOM" --&gt;&lt;div class="dynamicbucket"&gt;&lt;div class="buckettop"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- END CLASS="BUCKETTOP" --&gt;&lt;div class="bucketcontent"&gt;&lt;div class="photowrapper"&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript:window.open('/templates/common/image_enlargement.php?imageResId=103828614&amp;amp;imageStoryId=103827501', 'imageEnlargementPopup', 'scrollbars=no,location=no,directories=no,status=no,menubar=no,resizable=yes')" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.npr.org/news/specials/2009/chinaearthquake/images/18/02_tourism_200.jpg" class="photo border" alt="Photos of Beichuan's county seat before and after the earthquake are for sale on a hillside." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="photolink"&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript:window.open('/templates/common/image_enlargement.php?imageResId=103828614&amp;amp;imageStoryId=103827501' , 'imageEnlargementPopup', 'scrollbars=no,location=no,directories=no,status=no,menubar=no,resizable=yes')" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://download.npr.org/anon.npr-www/chrome/icon_enlarge.gif" border="0" height="14" width="14" /&gt;Enlarge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- END CLASS="PHOTOLINK" --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="credit"&gt;Andrea Hsu/NPR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="caption"&gt;Photos of Beichuan's county seat before and after the earthquake are for sale on a hillside overlooking the ruined city. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="spacer"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- END CLASS="BUCKETCONTENT" --&gt;&lt;div class="bucketbottom"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- END CLASS="BUCKETBOTTOM" --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="dynamicbucket"&gt;&lt;div class="buckettop"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- END CLASS="BUCKETTOP" --&gt;&lt;div class="bucketcontent"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="pullquote"&gt;“I've found that earthquakes happen every 30 years or so. When another one comes, I'll be 80. It won't matter if I die. But I want young people to learn how to protect themselves against the next one. Only then will our society have hope for the future.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;cite&gt;Fan Jianchuan, real estate developer&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;div class="spacer"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- END CLASS="BUCKETCONTENT" --&gt;&lt;div class="bucketbottom"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- END CLASS="BUCKETBOTTOM" --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="dynamicbucket"&gt;&lt;div class="buckettop"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- END CLASS="BUCKETTOP" --&gt;&lt;div class="bucketcontent"&gt;&lt;div class="photowrapper"&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript:window.open('/templates/common/image_enlargement.php?imageResId=103848399&amp;amp;imageStoryId=103827501', 'imageEnlargementPopup', 'scrollbars=no,location=no,directories=no,status=no,menubar=no,resizable=yes')" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.npr.org/programs/atc/features/2009/may/liu_200.jpg" class="photo border" alt="Liu Xiaohua" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="photolink"&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript:window.open('/templates/common/image_enlargement.php?imageResId=103848399&amp;amp;imageStoryId=103827501' , 'imageEnlargementPopup', 'scrollbars=no,location=no,directories=no,status=no,menubar=no,resizable=yes')" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://download.npr.org/anon.npr-www/chrome/icon_enlarge.gif" border="0" height="14" width="14" /&gt;Enlarge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- END CLASS="PHOTOLINK" --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="credit"&gt;Melissa Block/NPR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="caption"&gt;Liu Xiaohua, who lives in temporary housing in Beichuan, is uneasy about the plans to build a quake museum on the site of the destroyed Beichuan Middle School. "So many people died; their bodies are still buried," she says. "Of course we don't feel good about it." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="spacer"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- END CLASS="BUCKETCONTENT" --&gt;&lt;div class="bucketbottom"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- END CLASS="BUCKETBOTTOM" --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="buckettop"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- END CLASS="BUCKETTOP" --&gt;&lt;div class="photowrapper"&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript:window.open('/templates/common/image_enlargement.php?imageResId=103828616&amp;amp;imageStoryId=103827501', 'imageEnlargementPopup', 'scrollbars=no,location=no,directories=no,status=no,menubar=no,resizable=yes')" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.npr.org/news/specials/2009/chinaearthquake/images/18/03_tourism_200.jpg" class="photo border" alt="This crushed car will go on display at the Jianchuan Earthquake Museum on May 12." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="photolink"&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript:window.open('/templates/common/image_enlargement.php?imageResId=103828616&amp;amp;imageStoryId=103827501' , 'imageEnlargementPopup', 'scrollbars=no,location=no,directories=no,status=no,menubar=no,resizable=yes')" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://download.npr.org/anon.npr-www/chrome/icon_enlarge.gif" border="0" height="14" width="14" /&gt;Enlarge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- END CLASS="PHOTOLINK" --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="credit"&gt;Andrea Hsu/NPR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="caption"&gt;This crushed car will go on display at the Jianchuan Earthquake Museum on May 12. The museum's founder, Fan Jianchuan, says the point of the museum is to memorialize the earthquake and learn how to protect against future quakes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795401235315673180-7850291761513683030?l=alasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/feeds/7850291761513683030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-china-quake-tourism-becoming-big.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/7850291761513683030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/7850291761513683030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-china-quake-tourism-becoming-big.html' title='In China, Quake Tourism Becoming Big Business'/><author><name>ALA4LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07122403645620803615</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795401235315673180.post-2269199167798741573</id><published>2009-05-03T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T13:11:57.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LESSONS FROM MAMA GENA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The weekly treat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Schedule one pleasurable thing for yourself a week. If you think there is even the remote chance that you won't stick to this commitment, recruit a girlfriend and create a weekly pleasure check-in call so you can share what pleasure you've enjoyed each week. Outdo each other in the pleasure arenas! See what you can do to make a moment that is normally not fun  into fun....Find out what is fun for you. Maybe it is breaking up your workday with a run through the park or a doughnut run for you and your coworkers!. And don't feel as though you have to spend money on these fun things. Sometimes the best and most overlooked pleasures are free: brush your teeth naked and wear high heels, sing along with all you heart to your favorite song, go for a walk with a friend that you love to talk to, meditate before bed, have a make-out session with you favorite kisser! Experiment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A Life without pleasure is about as fulfilling as saltines without the salt (and no dip). It is a life seriously lacking in nutrition. The Goddess requires pleasure to live."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama Gena's School of Womanly Arts&lt;br /&gt;Regena Thomashauer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795401235315673180-2269199167798741573?l=alasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/feeds/2269199167798741573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2009/05/lessons-from-mama-gena.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/2269199167798741573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/2269199167798741573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2009/05/lessons-from-mama-gena.html' title='LESSONS FROM MAMA GENA'/><author><name>ALA4LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07122403645620803615</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795401235315673180.post-2330948436033045353</id><published>2009-05-02T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T21:00:02.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EARTH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;GO SEE THIS if you don't have time to watch all of the original PLANET EARTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes it's just an edited version, i thought they went out and filmed it all for Disney... nope! doing what those filmmakers did living in those remote places for as long as they did why HOW could you do it twice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this movie did two things for me...made me  want to rent the original Planet Earth so I could see what Disney didn't want the kids to see, and reminded me why i need to travel this earth because its so fucking beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much too say but maybe we should all go these things wonders of the world in person and not in theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;favorite part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the elephants in the river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;unfavorable part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the polar bear in the ocean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795401235315673180-2330948436033045353?l=alasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/feeds/2330948436033045353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2009/05/earth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/2330948436033045353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/2330948436033045353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2009/05/earth.html' title='EARTH'/><author><name>ALA4LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07122403645620803615</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795401235315673180.post-3721830399692361921</id><published>2009-05-02T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T21:00:47.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>State of Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;GO See this movie if you are up for a intelligent suspenseful flik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say I'm surprised i saw this movie tonight with all the films that came out recently (obsessed...lol,soloist,wolverine). However I'm not surprised that people are sleeping on this pretty good film. The preview for State of Play did not draw me in at all McAdam did and the fact that my parents wanted to see it.  I also think people like me are  tired of seeing the same ol films. Recently I've only desired to see independent movies because I'm sick of the blockbusters and (am i really going to say it) the Seth Rogan comedies. I really respect want LOVE original story lines and  I feel like State of Play did the job for me tonight. There were definatly unoriginal aspects...the good ol twist at the end and a few others I wont mention so i dont ruin the film for you....BUT I really enjoyed Russell Crowe's character and his relationship with Ben Affleck's. Rachel Mcadam is one of my favorite actresses so  i indefinatly enjoyed her supporting role.&lt;br /&gt;Russell Crowes plays a reporter whose college buddy Ben Affleck is negatively in the eye of the media. You may already see the conflict of interest for Russell Crowe who is trying to break a story surrounding the congressman Affleck plays. Thats all I'm gonna give you and for the record I really liked it I did not Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;favorite part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parking lot chase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Unfavorable part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the twist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795401235315673180-3721830399692361921?l=alasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/feeds/3721830399692361921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2009/05/state-of-play.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/3721830399692361921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/3721830399692361921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2009/05/state-of-play.html' title='State of Play'/><author><name>ALA4LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07122403645620803615</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795401235315673180.post-1051157355844102065</id><published>2009-04-28T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T12:50:20.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LESSONS FROM MAMA GENA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I can remember, at the age of six, being infuriated by the two-cookie limit my parents placed on my bedtime snack. To exact revenge and get my way, I stuffed my panties full of cookies, front and back and as I leaned over to kiss mums and dadums goodnight, I hoped they wouldn't  notice my midriff bulge. What a feeding frenzy lay ahead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It has taken me a lifetime to find my way to trusting my appetite. There was trial, there was error. I learned from my mistakes as much as my triumphs. Every time I dug down and followed my bliss, it led to the most fantastical adventures. when I sucked it in and compromised my true desires, I was stuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How Attuned Are You to Your Appetite Quiz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1.  If I were out to dinner on a date with a new guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A. I would do a Scarlett O'Hara-eat at home first, so I could order a salad and water and therefore appear delicate and easy to maintain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B. I would look at the menu, check out the prices, and order a midrange pasta dish so as not to press is budget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C. I would give in to myself and order both the appetizers I want, the lobster entree, and have a bite of all three desserts that tickle my fancy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. When someone asks me what I want for a gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A. My mind goes blank and I stare like a deer caught in the headlights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B. I leave it up to the giver and say, "whatever you think."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C. I flash them my desire list and take them by the hand to Tiffany's to point out my favorite things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. When I think about my Job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A. I am close to tears. It's not that I am just indifferent, or uninterested in what I am doing.  I despair of ever finding something I like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B. It's a way to pay bills until I figure out what I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C. I am so grateful and thrilled to be doing what I am doing that I would actually pay to do what I am being paid to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you chose A: You are appetitophobic. There's no amount of "too little" that you won't accept. NO S.G can subsist on this diet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I you chose B: You suspect there may be more to Life and yet you dont know how to go for it without appearing vulgar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If C was your choice: You understand that the greatest gift you can give the world is a gratifed you. You are a true Sister Goddess!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Mama Gena's School of Womanly Arts&lt;br /&gt;Regena Thomashauer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795401235315673180-1051157355844102065?l=alasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/feeds/1051157355844102065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2009/04/lessons-from-mama-gena_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/1051157355844102065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/1051157355844102065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2009/04/lessons-from-mama-gena_28.html' title='LESSONS FROM MAMA GENA'/><author><name>ALA4LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07122403645620803615</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795401235315673180.post-299583245984313805</id><published>2009-04-27T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T17:59:48.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SWINE FLU</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;In Mexico City, The Infection Is Fear&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p class="byline"&gt;by Daniel Hernandez&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;div class="listenblock"&gt;                     &lt;p class="listentab"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:NPR.Player.openPlayer(103521172,%20103546423,%20null,%20NPR.Player.Action.PLAY_NOW,%20NPR.Player.Type.STORY,%20'0')" class="listen"&gt;Listen Now&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="duration"&gt;[3 min 51 sec]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:NPR.Player.openPlayer(103521172,%20103546423,%20null,%20NPR.Player.Action.ADD_TO_PLAYLIST,%20NPR.Player.Type.STORY,%20'0')" class="add"&gt;add to playlist&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- START TOP RESOURCE POSITION --&gt;&lt;!-- START INSET COLUMN --&gt;&lt;div class="contentinset ciwide" id="inset103521172"&gt;&lt;div class="dynamicbucket top"&gt;&lt;div class="buckettop"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- END CLASS="BUCKETTOP" --&gt;&lt;div class="bucketcontent"&gt;&lt;div class="photowrapper"&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript:window.open('/templates/common/image_enlargement.php?imageResId=103521319&amp;amp;imageStoryId=103521172', 'imageEnlargementPopup', 'scrollbars=no,location=no,directories=no,status=no,menubar=no,resizable=yes')" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.npr.org/news/images/2009/apr/27/clown_200.jpg" class="photo border" alt="Clown in surgical mask" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="photolink"&gt;&lt;a onclick="javascript:window.open('/templates/common/image_enlargement.php?imageResId=103521319&amp;amp;imageStoryId=103521172' , 'imageEnlargementPopup', 'scrollbars=no,location=no,directories=no,status=no,menubar=no,resizable=yes')" href="javascript:void(0);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://download.npr.org/anon.npr-www/chrome/icon_enlarge.gif" border="0" height="14" width="14" /&gt;Enlarge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- END CLASS="PHOTOLINK" --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="credit"&gt;Marco Ugarte/AP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="caption"&gt;A clown wears a surgical mask as a precaution against infection in Mexico City, Sunday, April 26, 2009. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="spacer"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- END CLASS="BUCKETCONTENT" --&gt;&lt;div class="bucketbottom"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- END CLASS="BUCKETBOTTOM" --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="dynamicbucket"&gt;&lt;div class="buckettop"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- END CLASS="BUCKETTOP" --&gt;&lt;div class="bucketcontent"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="pullquote"&gt;“We're afraid of the swine flu, of course, but also of each other, and of our government. Some patients here are convinced the government is not telling us the whole truth, while many others are just as sure the authorities are making the whole thing up for draconian political purposes.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="spacer"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- END CLASS="BUCKETCONTENT" --&gt;&lt;div class="bucketbottom"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- END CLASS="BUCKETBOTTOM" --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="dynamicbucket"&gt;&lt;div class="buckettop"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- END CLASS="BUCKETTOP" --&gt;&lt;div class="bucketcontent"&gt;&lt;div class="photowrapper"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.npr.org/news/images/2009/apr/27/hernandez_200.jpg" class="photo border" alt="Daniel Hernandez" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="caption"&gt;Journalist and blogger Daniel Hernandez is a California native now based in Mexico City. &lt;span class="rightsnotice"&gt;Courtesy of Daniel Hernandez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="spacer"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- END CLASS="BUCKETCONTENT" --&gt;&lt;div class="bucketbottom"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- END CLASS="BUCKETBOTTOM" --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- INCLUDE STATIC PLAYLIST INSET --&gt;&lt;!-- END ID="FEATUREDCOMMENTSMAIN103521172" --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- END INSET COLUMN --&gt;&lt;!-- START STORY CONTENT --&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="program"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/rundowns/rundown.php?prgId=2"&gt;All Things Considered&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="date"&gt;April 27, 2009 · &lt;/span&gt; On most Sundays, Mexico City is a moving carnival of food and fiestas, protests and parades. But this Sunday, it felt like some kind of unpleasant office party.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People passed one another uncomfortably on the wide-open streets, nearly everyone wearing a blue or white face-mask to ward off this mysterious new "swine flu." Above those covered mouths, suspicious eyes scanned those of fellow strangers. Could he have it? Could she?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's been a surreal and apocalyptic three days here since Friday. The government indefinitely shut down all the schools and canceled most public events. Now it's saying it may have to close the metro, which is used by 5 million people a day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That thought is especially frightening. Mexico City is apocalyptic and surreal enough as it is. Volcanoes loom in the distance. Pollution, overcrowding, traffic and crime apply constant stresses on the human body. Devastating earthquakes remain a spectral threat. And now, influenza porcina has been added to the cocktail.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those who left their houses on Sunday were the brave ones. Everyone else, it seemed, was hunkered down indoors, pouring drinks, popping in DVDs and ordering pizza to the point that some delivery joints reportedly just ran out of pies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most troubling of all, I'm not sure many of us here know what swine flu is exactly — not sure how it's transmitted, or how it kills.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I do know the swine flu has already infected my brain and the brains of 20 million of my neighbors — not with influenza but with a terrifying and incredibly resistant strain of … fear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pure, viral, toxic fear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's no known cure for this infection, and it's spreading rapidly. Indeed, symptoms vary. We're afraid of the swine flu, of course, but also of each other, and of our government. Some patients here are convinced the government is not telling us the whole truth, while many others are just as sure the authorities are making the whole thing up for draconian political purposes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Either way, the fear is changing our lives in dramatic ways.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mexico City prides itself on holding strongly to its social customs, despite the arrival of American-style Wal-Marts and Starbucks. But suddenly, Mass was canceled. Soccer matches were played to empty stadiums. Suddenly, the bars and clubs shut down. And suddenly, that warm customary greeting of a handshake and a kiss on the check was replaced with a friendly yet uneasy nod.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A culture built on physical contact has become a culture muted by fear, by suspicion, a distrust of others and even ourselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Oh no," you think. "My throat hurts. My neck feels sore." That cough down the hall? It is not the sound of swine flu. It is the sound of panic, worry and invisible chains. I'm only just realizing, I made and locked them myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Journalist and blogger Daniel Hernandez is a California native now based in Mexico City.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795401235315673180-299583245984313805?l=alasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/feeds/299583245984313805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2009/04/swine-flu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/299583245984313805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/299583245984313805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2009/04/swine-flu.html' title='SWINE FLU'/><author><name>ALA4LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07122403645620803615</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795401235315673180.post-6478021004451535182</id><published>2009-04-17T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T12:52:09.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LESSONS FROM MAMA GENA</title><content type='html'>"Glorifying the Goddess in you is all about paying true attention to what you desire each and every moment of the day, just as you would if you were the caretaker of a beautiful shrine. Treat yourself as the beautiful shrine that you are- whenever you get the chance, toss rose petals at your feet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Mama Gena's School of Womanly Arts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Regena Thomashauer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795401235315673180-6478021004451535182?l=alasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/feeds/6478021004451535182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2009/04/lessons-from-mama-gena_17.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/6478021004451535182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/6478021004451535182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2009/04/lessons-from-mama-gena_17.html' title='LESSONS FROM MAMA GENA'/><author><name>ALA4LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07122403645620803615</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795401235315673180.post-8770617450849264855</id><published>2009-04-17T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:57:28.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TEABAGGING</title><content type='html'>please check out my friend Rio's blog about teabagging its absolutely horrendous, what white conservatives are protesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://lechicbatik.wordpress.com/2009/04/17/teabagging/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795401235315673180-8770617450849264855?l=alasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/feeds/8770617450849264855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2009/04/teabagging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/8770617450849264855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/8770617450849264855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2009/04/teabagging.html' title='TEABAGGING'/><author><name>ALA4LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07122403645620803615</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795401235315673180.post-1809468280515942646</id><published>2009-04-16T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T21:01:16.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AdventureLand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;GO SEE THIS FILM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have to admit when I walked out of the theater I was not  moved by this film. did I enjoy it? yes. I realize that sometimes It's the place you are in your life, I think that maybe If i saw this movie a year ago I would have been geeking when I walked out the theater. However at this point in my life I'm not. Or maybe its the fact that I've seen so many movies when youngin's fall in love that I'm just kinda over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT other then that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was a really good solid film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the actors were very believable, i felt like i knew them or I'd seen them some time in my lifetime, and  I am pretty sure I'm going to start following films that include Kirsten Stewart (Twilight).&lt;br /&gt;I also really appreciate simple films with not too much drama, everyday interactions and  believable endings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Favorite part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene where the James Brennan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;runs to the boss when he is being chased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNfavorable part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD editing in the first scene where James Brennen is doing the horse racing game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795401235315673180-1809468280515942646?l=alasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/feeds/1809468280515942646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2009/04/adventureland.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/1809468280515942646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/1809468280515942646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2009/04/adventureland.html' title='AdventureLand'/><author><name>ALA4LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07122403645620803615</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795401235315673180.post-4864660855373934073</id><published>2009-04-15T15:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T21:01:41.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris 36/ Faubourg 36</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;GO SEE THIS MOVIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In 1936 Paris three out-of-work friends (Gérard Jugnot, Clovis Cornillac, Kad Merad) create a musical and must struggle with their lack of experience and a local thug in order to run the show and raise enough money to buy the theater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a synopsis like this one that made me not want to see this movie, but once i did i thoroughly enjoyed it and I believe many will feel this way as well if they give this film a chance. I got the synopsis from fandango and although that is the base of the film there is a lot more going on in the story then that. This film tells a story of Love, it tells a story about family and it also tells a story about fighting for equality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the musical show they put together in the last scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;UNfavorable part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795401235315673180-4864660855373934073?l=alasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/feeds/4864660855373934073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2009/04/paris-36-faubourg-36.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/4864660855373934073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/4864660855373934073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2009/04/paris-36-faubourg-36.html' title='Paris 36/ Faubourg 36'/><author><name>ALA4LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07122403645620803615</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795401235315673180.post-5793575228295519236</id><published>2009-04-14T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T09:37:38.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LESSONS FROM MAMA GENA</title><content type='html'>this new book I'm reading is really perfect for my life right now and it might be great for yours as well.. so i will just put a few quotes down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look around for the perfection in your life as it exists, in this moment"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we are taught to work hard, study hard, and deprive ourselves. But who teaches us about pleasure?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"all you have to do is look at a child and you will see the direct access we all have to pleasure. A child moves from one pleasurable thing to another, gets interrupted with a few tears, a distraction, then back to pleasure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do not care if you clean toilets for a living or your husband beats you or you've never had an orgasm or you are blind or deaf or in a wheelchair. I don't care if you make millions and you hate yourself or you drink too much or you weigh three hundred pounds. You are my sister and you are a goddess. As such, you have the power to create the existence you want, no matter how bleak a life you are currently living."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regena Thomashauer  Mama Gena's School of Womanly Arts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795401235315673180-5793575228295519236?l=alasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/feeds/5793575228295519236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2009/04/lessons-from-mama-gena.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/5793575228295519236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/5793575228295519236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2009/04/lessons-from-mama-gena.html' title='LESSONS FROM MAMA GENA'/><author><name>ALA4LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07122403645620803615</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795401235315673180.post-3423974900590219016</id><published>2009-04-14T20:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T21:02:03.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentino The Last Emperor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;GO SEE THIS MOVIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I saw Valentino The Last Emperor and I LOVED it!&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit i did not want to see it because i just felt like I didn't care about him at all.&lt;br /&gt;but this is what i love about Documentaries, learning about a different world you never knew.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that if you have any appreciation for clothes at all you should go see this movie (RIO CORTEZ). I am totally a fan and i want to go into his store right this second and look at his brilliant designs. A little birdie told me that he is the hardest designers to get a dress from if you are a celebrity and you want to wear him to an award show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Favorite part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The argument between him and his partner about the set design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;UNfavorable part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only nitpicky things that are not really necessary to criticize at this moment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795401235315673180-3423974900590219016?l=alasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/feeds/3423974900590219016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2009/04/valentino-last-emperor.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/3423974900590219016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/3423974900590219016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2009/04/valentino-last-emperor.html' title='Valentino The Last Emperor'/><author><name>ALA4LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07122403645620803615</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795401235315673180.post-8578517238736344579</id><published>2009-04-14T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:45:50.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego/Tijuana</title><content type='html'>SO me and Rachelle went to San Diego and Tijuana last Thursday the 9th. The day started out so beautiful! driving by the beach... it was sunny... we romanticized the fact that we were going to Mexico! and then... we crossed the border... which was no hassle by the way, to get into Tijuana you just walk thru two gates and your in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just tell you it is such a trip to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; walk thru a gate from a first world country into a third world. Every time i have heard about people going over to Tijuana they talk about the 2 dollar drinks, the duty free shit,  the mexican food, the cheap jewelry. I dont remember anyone ever mentioning the fact that you have to think about the ice in your drink because the waters so bad or the fact that those cheap earrings your thinking of buying is what someone else is depending on to get them some dinner. Or the fact that majority of Tijuana that i saw which was not a lot (but still) everyone was waiting for americans to cross over and buy. They depend on us.. and Yet people are so confused about why they wanna come live here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we share the same land.. califorinia is mexico... I fucking hate that theres a border.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. check out Rachelle's poems about Tijuana and San Diego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" id=":u8"&gt;&lt;a href="http://racruzzo.wordpress.com/"&gt;racruzzo.wordpr&lt;wbr&gt;ess.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795401235315673180-8578517238736344579?l=alasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/feeds/8578517238736344579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2009/04/san-diegotijuana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/8578517238736344579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/8578517238736344579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2009/04/san-diegotijuana.html' title='San Diego/Tijuana'/><author><name>ALA4LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07122403645620803615</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795401235315673180.post-1763645916034569897</id><published>2009-04-14T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T21:03:21.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO LOVERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///Users/guest/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;SEE THIS MOVIE FOR THE GREAT ACTING, COOL SHOTS AND ORIGINAL SCREENPLAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;BUT IT COULD BE A DOWNER DEPENDING ON YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this could spoil the movie for you if you haven't seen it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this title should really be called:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO UNFORTUNATE SOULS!!!! (with the song from the little mermaid in the back round)&lt;br /&gt;So I first want to say what I liked about the movie. Joaquin Phoenix... really WONDERFUL actor&lt;br /&gt;Gwyneth Paltrow also great actress...she really transforms in every role I've seen her in. I thought It was an overall good story..Original script. I can't think of many movies like this one.&lt;br /&gt;I feel the two characters represented so many people in this world today and it just made me think "oh! that's why so many people end up in divorce" The ending did not satisfy me however I know that some will accept it because people want happy endings.&lt;br /&gt;This time in my life i don't want to think about a future unhappy love life soooo after i write this blog I want to forget that movie ever existed.&lt;br /&gt;DON'T SETTLE ARIELLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first scene (where he is about to jump in the lake, really interesting shot!)&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfavorable part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last scene...(where he shows her the ring..UGH!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795401235315673180-1763645916034569897?l=alasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/feeds/1763645916034569897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2009/04/two-lovers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/1763645916034569897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/1763645916034569897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2009/04/two-lovers.html' title='TWO LOVERS'/><author><name>ALA4LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07122403645620803615</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2795401235315673180.post-3426059122931138298</id><published>2009-04-14T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T09:36:22.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY first BLOG!</title><content type='html'>SO I decided to start a blog... I am 99% sure I'm not doing this just because all my friends are doing it. Maybe I should say they inspire me to try things that scare me like: writing my opinions and my thoughts in full lengths where everyone can judge them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what will I write...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think  i will write about movies I see, things i see going on in the world and things that i hope inspire people to be better stronger faster and harder...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i think I am ready to post my first blog !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2795401235315673180-3426059122931138298?l=alasays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/feeds/3426059122931138298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-first-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/3426059122931138298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2795401235315673180/posts/default/3426059122931138298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alasays.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-first-blog.html' title='MY first BLOG!'/><author><name>ALA4LIFE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07122403645620803615</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
