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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380691</id><updated>2007-03-14T14:55:37.629-07:00</updated><title type="text">sometimes y</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.jeethang.com/who/beyond.html" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/SometimesY" /><author><name>jee</name></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www2.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>500</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/SometimesY" /><feedburner:info uri="sometimesy" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:browserFriendly>This is an XML content feed. It is intended to be viewed in a newsreader or syndicated to another site.</feedburner:browserFriendly><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380691.post-3537312998516695241</id><published>2007-03-14T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T14:55:37.669-07:00</updated><title type="text">dreams</title><summary type="text">i've had a lot of strange dreams the past couple of nights.  on monday night, i dreamt that i was at stanford or mit (i'm not sure which, cuz i said something about getting two degrees at the school, and i haven't done that at either) for some event.  i was staying at a large dorm.  at some point, i locked the keys inside of my room, and i went down to the lobby to see if someone could help me.  </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SometimesY/~3/Hx8lfKE4VYk/2007_03_11_archive.html" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/3537312998516695241" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/3537312998516695241" /><author><name>jee</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeethang.com/who/2007_03_11_archive.html#3537312998516695241</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380691.post-3136376453788545736</id><published>2007-02-20T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T18:26:58.142-08:00</updated><title type="text">year of the golden pig</title><summary type="text">this weekend marked the beginning of the year of the golden pig.  a friend of mine had told me that there hadn't been a year of the golden pig for 600 years (or 60, depending on how you calculate) .  it was going to be a special one. 

after doing some research, i found some conflicting information.  i saw several references to the year of the fire pig.  fire doesn't sound as good as gold, </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SometimesY/~3/NICS7bJD0pw/2007_02_18_archive.html" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/3136376453788545736" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/3136376453788545736" /><author><name>jee</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeethang.com/who/2007_02_18_archive.html#3136376453788545736</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380691.post-3800427317026307830</id><published>2007-02-07T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T14:03:11.361-08:00</updated><title type="text">mag article</title><summary type="text"> the article


thanks to dave for including me.</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SometimesY/~3/cEkjm9NNxWw/2007_02_04_archive.html" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/3800427317026307830" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/3800427317026307830" /><author><name>jee</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeethang.com/who/2007_02_04_archive.html#3800427317026307830</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380691.post-2028057406883507160</id><published>2007-01-26T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T22:11:04.246-08:00</updated><title type="text">reconnecting</title><summary type="text">i'm on lots of mailing lists and every day, i look through my email inbox and sift through the stuff that could be interesting.  today, i read about a new store that opened in nyc's chinatown.  as i read the article, one of the owner's names jumped out at me.  it was familiar.   

i decided to email him to see if it was in fact that same brian who used to teach at urban with me.  it was.  how </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SometimesY/~3/lXPQZ4Agkfc/2007_01_21_archive.html" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/2028057406883507160" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/2028057406883507160" /><author><name>jee</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeethang.com/who/2007_01_21_archive.html#2028057406883507160</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380691.post-6192942758917335269</id><published>2007-01-25T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T20:20:43.543-08:00</updated><title type="text">more than halfway</title><summary type="text">this morning, i started the day off like most of the days since i've been in chicago.  i went to see my rat turd supplier/massage therapist. 

this morning, i was running a little late, but still ended up getting there on time.  she was still in the middle of breakfast when i arrived.  i gave some love to their maltese, lucky, and then headed into her room.  it's a modest setup, but she doesn't </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SometimesY/~3/W1JxVgs0ZyQ/2007_01_21_archive.html" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/6192942758917335269" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/6192942758917335269" /><author><name>jee</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeethang.com/who/2007_01_21_archive.html#6192942758917335269</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380691.post-814825306030947176</id><published>2007-01-22T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T20:55:24.680-08:00</updated><title type="text">snowy and cold</title><summary type="text">i'm in chicago this week to see my rat turd supplier/massage therapist.  i've seen her a couple of times already.  today, she talked to me about my hair color.  she thinks it's too dark.  she spent the first 30 minutes of my visit with her explaining why she thought it was too dark. 

*****

my neice arrived home from school around 2.30 today.  when i asked her if she had homework, she said that </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SometimesY/~3/vb7Dye3o25U/2007_01_21_archive.html" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/814825306030947176" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/814825306030947176" /><author><name>jee</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeethang.com/who/2007_01_21_archive.html#814825306030947176</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380691.post-617293718992025842</id><published>2007-01-15T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T10:43:56.989-08:00</updated><title type="text">long overdue</title><summary type="text">i haven't written since new years day, but i have been thinking a lot about writing.

the first week of the new year was easy and fun, but introspective.  my sister arrived on thursday morning.  i took that day off and the next.  her husband was arriving that night.

the last time they were in sf was probably three years ago.  i can't remember if they stayed at my place, but i definitely know it </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SometimesY/~3/zQLyolCaWPU/2007_01_14_archive.html" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/617293718992025842" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/617293718992025842" /><author><name>jee</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeethang.com/who/2007_01_14_archive.html#617293718992025842</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380691.post-7105312310145443321</id><published>2007-01-01T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T21:16:16.073-08:00</updated><title type="text">2007</title><summary type="text">up until a few days before the end of 2006, i wasn't sure what i would be doing for new years eve or with whom i would spend it.  it ended up being a great night.

i cooked for a four of us at my house.  it was only the third time that i've had people over for a meal at my new place, and last night felt like a real dinner party.  i spent most of the day cleaning and preparing for the evening.  </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SometimesY/~3/F8DEbKiG78o/2006_12_31_archive.html" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/7105312310145443321" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/7105312310145443321" /><author><name>jee</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeethang.com/who/2006_12_31_archive.html#7105312310145443321</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380691.post-8991262089018835846</id><published>2006-12-19T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T00:34:53.340-08:00</updated><title type="text">weekend update</title><summary type="text">on saturday, a couple of my friends from la arrived.  they were working at a party in soma and i met up with them after dinner.  we had a drink at the st. regis lounge bar and then headed to osha in the tenderloin for a late snack.  somehow it was 4 am by the time we got home.  fortunately the sun hadn't appeared and i was able to sleep in late. 

we had an expectedly late start to sunday, but i </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SometimesY/~3/Bp84vsKnYyQ/2006_12_17_archive.html" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/8991262089018835846" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/8991262089018835846" /><author><name>jee</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeethang.com/who/2006_12_17_archive.html#8991262089018835846</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380691.post-1620164808544274962</id><published>2006-12-10T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T22:46:26.430-08:00</updated><title type="text">lots of bridge crossings</title><summary type="text">this weekend has been full of food and bridges.

it started off with a trip to the east bay on friday to look at some furniture.  i didn't end up getting anything, but i got some good ideas.

that night, i had dinner at sociale up on sacramento street.  i hadn't been there in a long while, and it was as good as i remembered.  it was a rainy night, but the place was cozy and i soon forgot about </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SometimesY/~3/wOTkxVtfabw/2006_12_10_archive.html" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/1620164808544274962" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/1620164808544274962" /><author><name>jee</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeethang.com/who/2006_12_10_archive.html#1620164808544274962</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380691.post-1112902988119446460</id><published>2006-12-02T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T23:30:53.886-08:00</updated><title type="text">saturday night at home</title><summary type="text">i went to the big game today at cal.  not surprisingly, cal won.  stanford has been having a bad season, but it was actually kind of a close game.  i'm not a football fan; i went for the company.  my friend was going with her husband, a couple of her husband's friends, and her brother in law.  i think she needed some female support.  it was fun, and i actually learned about football.

i left with</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SometimesY/~3/Cepu9SFqTEo/2006_11_26_archive.html" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/1112902988119446460" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/1112902988119446460" /><author><name>jee</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeethang.com/who/2006_11_26_archive.html#1112902988119446460</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380691.post-94726975145338298</id><published>2006-11-24T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T23:35:29.057-08:00</updated><title type="text">post t-day</title><summary type="text">i arrived in san diego yesterday afternoon.  it was after most of the t-day festivities, which is just what i had planned.  i don't really like turkey.

my parents picked me up at san; i drove us back to temecula, even though i was exhausted.

last night, i slept for 11 hours.

mom took me over to her friend's place.  it was nice to see her.  i met her for the first time a few months ago.  she's </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SometimesY/~3/r1Rg2dmchj8/2006_11_19_archive.html" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/94726975145338298" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/94726975145338298" /><author><name>jee</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeethang.com/who/2006_11_19_archive.html#94726975145338298</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380691.post-116348792602813052</id><published>2006-11-13T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T23:30:29.372-08:00</updated><title type="text">packing and spending</title><summary type="text">i spent some of the weekend packing up my place.  i have about 12 boxes filled already, not counting the four that have been sitting in my closet since i moved in about five years ago.  surprisingly, i've only really packed up my one main room.  i just started on the kitchen tonight.

on saturday, i made a big purchase.  i bought a couch.  it's similar to the ones shown here, but smaller and in a</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SometimesY/~3/N7cXxb-Zxkg/2006_11_12_archive.html" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/116348792602813052" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/116348792602813052" /><author><name>jee</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeethang.com/who/2006_11_12_archive.html#116348792602813052</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380691.post-116288078412060715</id><published>2006-11-06T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T23:02:15.262-08:00</updated><title type="text">a bad food day</title><summary type="text">i have been reading a book about macrobiotic eating called 'the hip chick's guide to macrobiotics'.  it's a cutsie name, but it's actually pretty interesting.  as i rode the stationary bike, i read about the evils of meat, white sugar, and soy substitutes.  i like the book cuz it gives you the rationale for why these things are bad for you.  i usually have to know why something is the way it is.</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SometimesY/~3/UWJE4ICp6Oo/2006_11_05_archive.html" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/116288078412060715" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/116288078412060715" /><author><name>jee</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeethang.com/who/2006_11_05_archive.html#116288078412060715</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380691.post-116279074357320645</id><published>2006-11-05T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T23:02:11.084-08:00</updated><title type="text">oh canada</title><summary type="text">i arrived in banff yesterday.  i'm here for a conference.  i arrived in calgary before the sun set, but i got to banff in the dark.  i'm staying at the fairmont banff springs hotel, which is a renovated castle.  it's pretty amazing.  most of the building is stone, and the inside has lots of dark colored wood accents.  it's really stunning.  my room is huge.  i could sleep in my closet.  i have a </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SometimesY/~3/76UM2_MdZQM/2006_11_05_archive.html" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/116279074357320645" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/116279074357320645" /><author><name>jee</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeethang.com/who/2006_11_05_archive.html#116279074357320645</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380691.post-116184078043428876</id><published>2006-10-25T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T23:02:10.891-08:00</updated><title type="text">ceramics</title><summary type="text">tonight i went to a ceramics class.  it was hard getting back into it.  i had a hard time controlling the electric wheel.  i used the kick wheel in previous classes.  i made a huge mess.  i splattered clay as far as three feet from my wheel.  sheesh.  no wonder they told you to bring a towel.  my legs were covered with clay splatterings.  nonetheless, i had a good time and am looking forward to </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SometimesY/~3/fn6ECAtAhdg/2006_10_22_archive.html" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/116184078043428876" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/116184078043428876" /><author><name>jee</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeethang.com/who/2006_10_22_archive.html#116184078043428876</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380691.post-116139221756322064</id><published>2006-10-20T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T23:02:10.552-08:00</updated><title type="text">home ... for a couple of weeks</title><summary type="text">i got back from nyc on monday night.  i had a good trip.  it wasn't as excessive as my recent trips, which is a good thing.  

i arrived friday morning, later than anticipated.  i arrived at the airport the night before for my 11.15p flight only to find that it had been delayed to 11.59p.  it got pushed back again so that i arrived in ewr just around 8a.  i went straight to sylvia's place.  we </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SometimesY/~3/rBBZvxwWheE/2006_10_15_archive.html" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/116139221756322064" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/116139221756322064" /><author><name>jee</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeethang.com/who/2006_10_15_archive.html#116139221756322064</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380691.post-116063085051053083</id><published>2006-10-11T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T23:02:10.354-08:00</updated><title type="text">back and home, albeit briefly</title><summary type="text">i just got back from san diego tonight.  i bailed on work a little early and actually made a flight that was an hour and a half earlier than the original.  i was glad to get home and have a couple of extra hours.

i actually had a pretty good day.  i met my new boss today, and she seems fantastic.  i was pretty encouraged actually.  although she is just one person and is new to the company, i </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SometimesY/~3/lgrTPhD_B_8/2006_10_08_archive.html" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/116063085051053083" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/116063085051053083" /><author><name>jee</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeethang.com/who/2006_10_08_archive.html#116063085051053083</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380691.post-116054662688643813</id><published>2006-10-10T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T23:02:10.170-08:00</updated><title type="text">back, but not home</title><summary type="text">i got back from kauai on monday morning, but i am already away.  i arrived in san diego this morning, and i will be here until tomorrow night.  i just finished dinner with my parents in la jolla and now i'm back at the hotel. 

kauai was a good time, but it was not exactly what i thought it would be.  the day i arrived, it was overcast.  i drove from the airport and stopped in kapa'a for lunch.  </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SometimesY/~3/P0P5HKQSTCg/2006_10_08_archive.html" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/116054662688643813" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/116054662688643813" /><author><name>jee</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeethang.com/who/2006_10_08_archive.html#116054662688643813</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380691.post-115976686063610236</id><published>2006-10-01T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T23:02:10.006-08:00</updated><title type="text">off</title><summary type="text">i'm going to be offline for about a week.  i'm heading to kauai tomorrow morning, and i'm not bringing my computer.  over the years my computer has become my television.  it's a distraction, something i sit in front of and look at to keep myself company.  i need a break from it.  

i'm not that excited about my trip.  i think i'll feel differently once i land and get settled in hanalei.  hanalei </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SometimesY/~3/2s6OGpeYC2s/2006_10_01_archive.html" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/115976686063610236" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/115976686063610236" /><author><name>jee</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeethang.com/who/2006_10_01_archive.html#115976686063610236</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380691.post-115889456389698468</id><published>2006-09-21T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T23:02:09.812-08:00</updated><title type="text">day 4</title><summary type="text">i've been going to my little old lady daily and yesterday, she broke skin.  i look like i've been in a brawl ... and lost.  i am a mess.  the massages are so exhausting, it's difficult to stay up past 10pm.  i usually get 9 or 10 hours of sleep, and i still look like i've been run over.  my sister doesn't understand it.  neither do i.

today, the little old lady said something like, "you've had a</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SometimesY/~3/hv97NVWL3Dc/2006_09_17_archive.html" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/115889456389698468" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/115889456389698468" /><author><name>jee</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeethang.com/who/2006_09_17_archive.html#115889456389698468</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380691.post-115863699053270006</id><published>2006-09-18T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T23:02:09.633-08:00</updated><title type="text">monday</title><summary type="text">i got to my sister's place last night.  i was exhausted.  i slept for less than three hours saturday night/sunday morning; my saturday night went later than anticipated.  i was actually sleep deprived the whole weekend.  

on friday night, i went to a dinner party at a place that my friend was house sitting.  we didn't get to the apartment until 8.30, so we didn't sit down to eat until nearly 10 </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SometimesY/~3/hFY3CQfCv4s/2006_09_17_archive.html" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/115863699053270006" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/115863699053270006" /><author><name>jee</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeethang.com/who/2006_09_17_archive.html#115863699053270006</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380691.post-115830229702100581</id><published>2006-09-14T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T23:02:09.454-08:00</updated><title type="text">thursday</title><summary type="text">i dreamt last night, and lately, i haven't been able to remember my dreams.  i did this  morning, and i still remember them now.  one of them was interesting to me, not in that it was unexpected, but more that it reinforced what i already knew.  funny how the subconscious works ...

the recently broken up boy was in my dream.  in it, he apologized and said that he had made a mistake.  he said </summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SometimesY/~3/AMNT4DntngY/2006_09_10_archive.html" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/115830229702100581" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/115830229702100581" /><author><name>jee</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeethang.com/who/2006_09_10_archive.html#115830229702100581</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380691.post-115812515741452523</id><published>2006-09-12T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T23:02:09.273-08:00</updated><title type="text">sick</title><summary type="text">the last two and a half days, i've been sick.  it started on sunday, when i started to feel a little tickle in my throat.  i gargled, popped coldeze, and drank echinecea tea, but on monday morning, i woke up in a sweat.  i stayed in bed for most of the day.  i read.  i slept.  i'd wake up in a sweat and change my clothes.  i looked out my window at the beautiful and probably warm day just outside</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SometimesY/~3/PVgaYd_pnmc/2006_09_10_archive.html" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/115812515741452523" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/115812515741452523" /><author><name>jee</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeethang.com/who/2006_09_10_archive.html#115812515741452523</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380691.post-115717461085230302</id><published>2006-09-01T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T23:02:09.091-08:00</updated><title type="text">t minus 6ish</title><summary type="text">my birthday is next friday, and i'm not sure what i'm going to do.  as is the case with all birthdays, i'm evaluating my life.  i'm thinking about the things that i like about it and the things that i don't.  lately, it seems that i dislike more than i like.  

last night, i was having a conversation with a new friend of mine, and i told him about how i had considered taking a break after the end</summary><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SometimesY/~3/cyHNeMJknQc/2006_08_27_archive.html" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/115717461085230302" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5380691/posts/default/115717461085230302" /><author><name>jee</name></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.jeethang.com/who/2006_08_27_archive.html#115717461085230302</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

