<?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-24980875</id><updated>2011-09-29T01:07:06.884+08:00</updated><category term='vernissage'/><category term='hunt'/><category term='experimental music'/><category term='photography Gu Zhengqing Caochangdi Beijing Photospring'/><category term='contemporary art'/><category term='fly'/><category term='tor project'/><category term='great firewall'/><category term='photography'/><category term='exhibition'/><category term='internet freedom'/><category term='beijing'/><category term='search'/><category term='hesitation'/><category term='video'/><category term='short film'/><category term='exhibition news'/><category term='flamingos&apos; wonderland'/><category term='birds'/><category term='china'/><category term='art'/><category term='studio'/><category term='life'/><category term='shen yi elsie'/><title type='text'>In The Brain of Pink Okapi</title><subtitle type='html'>SHENSIMILIA FILMS</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-1473775136193366592</id><published>2010-12-31T13:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T13:50:09.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new year!</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to the Great Fire Wall, I will no longer update this blog.please refer to my official website for all future and past information, works, exhibitions, news etc.http://www.shen-yi.comHappy New Year to you all!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/1473775136193366592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/1473775136193366592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-new-year.html' title='happy new year!'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-1449670410394591323</id><published>2010-06-09T01:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T01:55:18.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Young Fellow Upstairs" Times Art Museum Beijing</title><summary type='text'>This curators nominated show opens June 12th 2010, exhibition will continue until July 8th.  I will be showing two videos, a work titled "Sun and Moon".www.timesartmuseum.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/1449670410394591323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/1449670410394591323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2010/06/young-fellow-upstairs-times-art-museum.html' title='&quot;Young Fellow Upstairs&quot; Times Art Museum Beijing'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/TA6DRETajyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/xCGKu9Hhc4U/s72-c/poster+young+fellow+upstairs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-7216881065412488281</id><published>2010-05-29T18:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T19:06:27.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beijing-bangkok-berlin-vienna-budapest-zurich-metz-paris-tel aviv - paris -beijing</title><summary type='text'>I love traveling, the preparation of a journey, the expectation of an adventure, the expected unforeseable encounters.  but now i am half way through this extended journey and I am actually exhausted, the fear of stepping into another plane pushed me in switching to train rides and adding a few stops and connections, as if shorter rides could ease the feeling of actually being on the road. So far</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/7216881065412488281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/7216881065412488281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2010/05/beijing-bangkok-berlin-vienna-budapest.html' title='beijing-bangkok-berlin-vienna-budapest-zurich-metz-paris-tel aviv - paris -beijing'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/TADxtJPd01I/AAAAAAAAAHY/lQ63wyo1yOg/s72-c/PIC_2542.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-6483973593535190446</id><published>2010-05-14T09:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T09:49:21.531+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hesitation'/><title type='text'>hesitation</title><summary type='text'>I often find it frustrating to see how much hesitation there is in my work. It is one thing I can not hide, yet unwilling to talk about, of course, like everybody, I would like to advance with no hesitation at all. Especially in China, most of the work I see has no trace of hesitation. I sometimes wonder, "how the hell they do that?" Then, other times I say to myself, "maybe they hide their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/6483973593535190446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/6483973593535190446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2010/05/hesitation.html' title='hesitation'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-3707874913131333531</id><published>2010-05-09T18:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T06:52:45.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exhibition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vernissage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shen yi elsie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemporary art'/><title type='text'>Exhibition "Things" Opens at Baden Art Center, Vienna, Austria.</title><summary type='text'>Dongxi - ThingsCathy Busby. Can / Kerstin von Gabain. A / Chan Kok Hooi. Malaysia / Elaine W. Ho. USA / Ulrike Johannsen. A / Johann Neumeister. A / Ma Yongfen. VR China / Evelyne Leblanc–Roberge. Can / Ralo Mayer. A / Shen Yi Elsie. VR China / Michael Yuen. Aus &amp; Yam Lau. Can /Vernissage: Fr, 21. Mai 2010, um 18 UhrPerformance: DICA - Donkey Institute of Contemporary ArtAusstellungsdauer: 22. 5.</summary><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.kunstvereinbaden.at/' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/3707874913131333531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/3707874913131333531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2010/05/exhibition-things-opens-at-baden-art.html' title='Exhibition &quot;Things&quot; Opens at Baden Art Center, Vienna, Austria.'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S_MaNEq2AuI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9ugwbLQxeKY/s72-c/Dongxi_invitation_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-6799288447254009886</id><published>2010-04-17T12:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T12:18:02.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beijing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shen yi elsie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='china'/><title type='text'>Memories of My Studio I -Black Bridge (2008-2009)</title><summary type='text'>Part of living in China is about constant renovation and constant moving of studios. I don't know of anybody who is not looking for a new studio; or worried about his/her new studio being torn down by the government; or just moving into a new studio and yet to renovate. Here are some images of my first studio which lasted for exactly one year, but served me well.My memories to Black Bridge No. 2 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/6799288447254009886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/6799288447254009886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2010/04/memories-of-my-studio-i-black-bridge.html' title='Memories of My Studio I -Black Bridge (2008-2009)'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S8k11R_QkVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/I4OL3-d7OX8/s72-c/DSC_1725.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-7111141336074207524</id><published>2010-04-16T12:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T12:39:08.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Zhuang Museum Experimental Film Exhibition</title><summary type='text'>Please join me for the opening cocktail at 4:30 pm April 18th, 2010. Art Museum of Songzhuang.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/7111141336074207524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/7111141336074207524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2010/04/song-zhuang-museum-experimental-film.html' title='Song Zhuang Museum Experimental Film Exhibition'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S8fpdSpOzlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/VK5qEiTBulQ/s72-c/2010%E5%BD%B1%E5%83%8F%E6%A1%A3%E6%A1%88%E5%B1%95final%E6%B5%B7%E6%8A%A5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-7829754859389975597</id><published>2010-03-16T13:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T13:35:17.459+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography Gu Zhengqing Caochangdi Beijing Photospring'/><title type='text'>Soldier Crab of Photography (a participating exhibition)</title><summary type='text'>Soldier Crab of Photographyby Gu Zhenqing  Soldier crab, a crustacean of the order Decapoda, in a shape midway between shrimp and crab, is categorized as arthropod of anomura. In order to seek asylum and protect itself, soldier crabs make a living in empty shells or hollow objects. To them, living in shells of others’ could be referred to as humble living in pigeonholes and could even be endowed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/7829754859389975597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/7829754859389975597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2010/03/soldier-crab-of-photography.html' title='Soldier Crab of Photography (a participating exhibition)'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S58XOXfTxaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/8SIwpF_Z5Jc/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-4825926584542382785</id><published>2010-03-02T21:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T22:07:42.992+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flamingos&apos; wonderland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shen yi elsie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exhibition news'/><title type='text'>Flamingos' Wonderland 火鸟</title><summary type='text'>A travelling solo exhibition of SHEN Yi Elsie sponsored by The French Culture Center/Alliance Francaise China will start March 15th, 2010 in Dalian with a vernissage.Here is the schedule:March:             in DalianApril:                in JinanMay:                 in Xi'anJune:                in ChongqingJuly:                 in HangzhouAugust-Septembre:  in  BeijingContact infoshenyi@gmail.com </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/4825926584542382785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/4825926584542382785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2010/03/flamingos-wonderland.html' title='Flamingos&apos; Wonderland 火鸟'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S40XsgONu8I/AAAAAAAAAGI/f043Ik729fk/s72-c/shengyi+SMALL+poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-1243637682313621474</id><published>2010-02-23T18:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T22:09:41.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great firewall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tor project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='china'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet freedom'/><title type='text'>A Broken Onion</title><summary type='text'>I never thought my happiness and well-being would one day depend upon a small green onion. For those of you who are still not familiar, it is an application, which will allow you to access the Internet using an IP address being bounced back and forth within the community.  The project called TOR (http://www.torproject.org) was started to help people in areas of heavy network surveillance to get </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.torproject.org/' title='A Broken Onion'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/1243637682313621474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/1243637682313621474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2010/02/broken-onion.html' title='A Broken Onion'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-3283257564683237120</id><published>2010-02-13T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T22:11:23.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Underwear Year</title><summary type='text'>As the Chinese New Year falls on the same day as Valentine's Day, many businesses had to make a very important choice as which Holiday to honor this time.  In Kunming, the choice has been very clear to everyone.  A big dinner with family bombarded with fireworks is lot more traditional and patriotic than cheesy chocolate cakes with candles reads "5-2-0", which in Chinese sounds very similar to "I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/3283257564683237120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/3283257564683237120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2010/02/red-underwear-year.html' title='Red Underwear Year'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S40cbhosmpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BJcGavv5d2k/s72-c/red+underwear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-4635331796885324961</id><published>2009-06-19T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T21:58:09.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tweet the witter</title><summary type='text'>okay, if accessing blogspot is going over 5 different firewalls...with a fast internet connection in front of a computer...and tweeting my twitter blog is just about taking my iphone out of the pocket...i guess you twiwin.dear friends, please follow me now ontwitter :  shensimilafacebook: Elsie SHENyoutube: channel shensimiliavimeo: channel shensimiliachinese blog: blog.sina.com/shenyielsieI have</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/4635331796885324961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/4635331796885324961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2009/06/tweet-witter.html' title='tweet the witter'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-2824134331255547995</id><published>2009-05-04T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T17:44:37.569+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experimental music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='search'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hunt'/><title type='text'>Hunt</title><summary type='text'>New video work 2009HDV video Recording and Editing: SHEN Yi ElsieSound recording and Editing: SHI Yang and SHEN Yi Elsiehttp://www.youtube.com/user/shensimiliatitle:  Hunt</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/2824134331255547995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/2824134331255547995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2009/05/hunt.html' title='Hunt'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-7866192565120138368</id><published>2009-02-28T18:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T18:23:17.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...i will fly</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/7866192565120138368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/7866192565120138368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-will-fly.html' title='...i will fly'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/SakQf2mZj1I/AAAAAAAAAEo/gLG_leJjJGg/s72-c/seagull.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-3671475369870025573</id><published>2009-02-22T13:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T13:47:50.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>words that takes my breath away...</title><summary type='text'>JUAN GRISBy day give thanks by night bewaresweetness one half of the worldthe other showed blind harshnessIn the veins a merciless present was readin the beauties of the contours limited spacecemented all the joinings of familiar objectsTable guitar and empty glasson an acre of solid earthof white canvas of nocturnal airTable had to support itselflamp to remain a pip of the shadownewspaper </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/3671475369870025573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/3671475369870025573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2009/02/words-that-takes-my-breath-away.html' title='words that takes my breath away...'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/SaDl1W4s_nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YIwXlid0gfA/s72-c/PIC_0247.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-1257606951520344083</id><published>2009-02-04T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:10:23.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Neon God</title><summary type='text'>Here is a new serie of images completed end of 2008mounted from still photos.Between documentary and surealism...about migrated teenagers who work in specialized professions unique to Urban China of today.  In stead of a realistic portray of the lives of these young kids, artist chose to give them super natural powers like the cartoon figure of NeZha in an ancient Chinese legend.  It is utterly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/1257606951520344083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/1257606951520344083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2009/02/neon-god.html' title='The Neon God'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/SYmv0KrHeUI/AAAAAAAAADw/hnvgP6GWPXQ/s72-c/barber2s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-7025013723348174045</id><published>2009-01-23T16:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T16:09:38.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amael Says</title><summary type='text'>Amael SaysHe is no longer shyAnd that he drives a black VespaWhy girls don’t come to him withTheir sunglasses and mini-skirts?Amael SaysWhen the band is playingWhich song should he playWith his new grown beard?But he travels the rooftops of the cityPeople all call him Chevalier‘Cause he has the ring of the LordAmael SaysThat he wants to knowWhy it’s though he is the riverHe can’t be the portAmael</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/7025013723348174045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/7025013723348174045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2009/01/amael-says.html' title='Amael Says'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-7648690587290034735</id><published>2008-12-31T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:24:52.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>laziness ... (photos of india june 2008)</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/7648690587290034735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/7648690587290034735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2008/12/laziness-photos-of-india-june-2008.html' title='laziness ... (photos of india june 2008)'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/SVpZH8KP-kI/AAAAAAAAADg/kBXM4aGAPDI/s72-c/%E8%81%94%E7%B3%BB%E8%A1%A8-009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-3763428365757978090</id><published>2008-12-14T20:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:26:03.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flaming Mingos (it is a folk song)</title><summary type='text'>When you cross the line of 66 degrees north,Exactly how many times did you dream?Snowflakes explode in the skyShake hands with evilUntil the day is overCrooked rain flows in the dustbinFlaming Mingos arrive in townFlaming…Flaming …MingosFlaming Mingos arrive in town.Some people drink black coffee in the morningThe blue coat is still around the morning afterBreath hazes the glass windowSay hi, my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/3763428365757978090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/3763428365757978090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2008/12/flaming-mingos-lyric-of-folk-song.html' title='Flaming Mingos (it is a folk song)'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-7346717048221554300</id><published>2008-12-11T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:49:48.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...passing by</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/7346717048221554300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/7346717048221554300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2008/12/passing-by.html' title='...passing by'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/SUEadGnBvDI/AAAAAAAAADY/Er_-e9PeU24/s72-c/new+neighbourhood+1-8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-3520370180679012075</id><published>2008-12-06T07:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T20:48:02.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>搬家启示</title><summary type='text'>这两天正在搬家，以后所有中文的文字会放在我的中文博客 http://blog.sina.com.cn/shenyielsie，敬请光领，此处只留英文的文字。From now on, all Chinese posting will be found on my Sina Chinese blog  http://blog.sina.com.cn/shenyielsie, you are welcome to visit.  This blog is only dedicated to English postings.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/3520370180679012075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/3520370180679012075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='搬家启示'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-4328531418106151751</id><published>2008-11-05T05:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T06:04:31.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Les Americains</title><summary type='text'>Walking down the wetted pavement of rue de Richelieu and then to Palais Royale and heading towards home, rain drops and the cold air defines a typical Parisian Winter Season.  I could not help replay the black and white images that I just saw in a new exhibition at Bibliotheque National de la France BNF.  Exhibition is called  70’ La Photographie Americaine.  320 photographes chosen from a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/4328531418106151751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/4328531418106151751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2008/11/les-americains.html' title='Les Americains'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/SRDFjQ1WsyI/AAAAAAAAACU/n5xdOZl3cFk/s72-c/frank+americains002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-4603674522096647461</id><published>2008-10-21T06:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T06:25:34.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a drop of rain - lyrics w/o tune</title><summary type='text'>lift the bench in the parki stack it, on my library cardtime becomes a boatfloating -into the nightlove- shut in the drawerwaiting for the tidewaiting for the tide to wash it awaygrass grows taller 'n brushes against my legsi run,a drop of rainopen the elevator doori tape it on to my bedroom windowfaith becomes a clouddancing - into the skylove - shut in the drawerwaiting for the moonwaiting for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/4603674522096647461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/4603674522096647461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2008/10/drop-of-rain-lyrics-without-music.html' title='a drop of rain - lyrics w/o tune'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-1762103453218193156</id><published>2008-10-16T02:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T03:00:58.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vicky, Cristina and Bardem</title><summary type='text'>Coming out of the Cinema, it was only 15h00, beautiful afternoon sunshine, still – “Thank God my Day is not yet wasted”.The most awaited film of the month from Woody Allen, “Vicky, Cristina, Barcelona”, is somehow another disappointment regardless of an all-star team: Scarlette Johanson, Penelope Gruz, Javier Bardem. Since most people have seen the movie by now, I will not repeat the story for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/1762103453218193156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/1762103453218193156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2008/10/vicky-cristina-and-bardem.html' title='Vicky, Cristina and Bardem'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/SPY93cZOQ2I/AAAAAAAAACM/EKqFKLqpo_c/s72-c/vicky2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-7069124886931301576</id><published>2008-09-27T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T12:33:52.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Iron Circle"  Besieged</title><summary type='text'>My love for trains and railways finally brought me to my new residence inside the "Iron Circle", in Chinese "Huan Tie".   Black Bridge village is surrounded by a perfectly round shaped railway track; it is used by the ministry of transportation to test trains before they are put into commercial use.  Inside the "Iron Circle",  we have a big farmer's market, corn fields, wheat fields, prune trees,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/7069124886931301576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/7069124886931301576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2008/09/iron-circle-besieged.html' title='&quot;Iron Circle&quot;  Besieged'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/SMTEWDW8f_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/CO1wljpvaUc/s72-c/%E5%9B%BE%E5%83%8F138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-4883825212491288685</id><published>2008-08-27T21:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T07:26:00.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's go swimming 咱游泳去！ (住黑桥，说黑话，黑着良心开黑店 I )</title><summary type='text'>At the entrance of Black Bridge village, you will see a big black sign as shown on the photo above, meaning “Black Bridge Swimming Pool”.  After a quick nap at mid-day in the middle of August, I joined some friends who decided to go swimming together.  We arrived in front of this big sign and found a small window which looked like a ticket office, but no one was there.  A small muddy road led us </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/4883825212491288685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/4883825212491288685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='Let&apos;s go swimming 咱游泳去！ (住黑桥，说黑话，黑着良心开黑店 I )'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/SLVTIeii81I/AAAAAAAAABU/zqLMODsxMLQ/s72-c/bbswimmingpool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-3028759262933864558</id><published>2008-08-26T22:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T11:58:43.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lightening Rod</title><summary type='text'>Huge thunderstorms hit Beijing this evening.  I actually never spent summer here in Beijing before, and cannot quiet figure out if this is normal, but lightening and the heavy rain is definitely real.  The loudness of the raindrops is beyond what one can imagine.  I found 5 leaking spots from the roof, my pots and pans are just enough to fill their evening shifts.I start to question the technical</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/3028759262933864558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/3028759262933864558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2008/08/lightening-rod.html' title='Lightening Rod'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-1404000337419296223</id><published>2008-08-25T00:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T00:49:04.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossing the border</title><summary type='text'>It has been eight months since I moved back to China.  This move is the most incomplete and the least rational.  I left an entire apartment filled with all my books, Cds, twenty something cameras and memories around the marble chimney, which can never be washed away by the drizzling rains of Paris.  Here, I have 250 square meters in a new established artist village outside Beijing called Black </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/1404000337419296223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/1404000337419296223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-has-been-eight-months-since-i-moved.html' title='Crossing the border'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/SLGPniki7fI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-LHC6_m056M/s72-c/landscape+kashgar+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-5850047601055308069</id><published>2008-08-23T22:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T22:49:14.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go China, Go Bloggers!</title><summary type='text'>Questions of the day are:- "How many gold medals today?"  -"Your car is odd number?"- "Can I go through Tiananmen tomorrow it is the Olympics closing?" As the whole world is glued to the TV for the past 10 days or so and the Chinese all taking pride in their atheletic achievements in this Olympics.  As a new resident of Beijing, questions of the day are:1. "how many gold medals today?"2. "Is your</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/5850047601055308069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/5850047601055308069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2008/08/go-china-go-bloggers.html' title='Go China, Go Bloggers!'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/SLAaHvIMqKI/AAAAAAAAAAg/s-F6zd4ZZdg/s72-c/chinese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-3864789655224010019</id><published>2008-06-27T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:56:48.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One meter safari - Part I (Jaisalmeer)</title><summary type='text'>I found the exact turban that I was looking for in a tourist shop near the Jain Temple, five meters of white cotton turban for the desert overnight safari coming up later in the evening. If you see the me in the picture, you understand how one meter is measured in the part of the world.  The distance nose and the tip of your fingers - convenient and elegant.The friendly Shop Keeper (SK) asked the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/3864789655224010019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/3864789655224010019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-meter-safari-part-i-jaisalmeer.html' title='One meter safari - Part I (Jaisalmeer)'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/SLaZjobPp9I/AAAAAAAAABk/AWsTcqet0mM/s72-c/1+meter+elsie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-6553061748172653904</id><published>2008-06-26T16:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T17:29:37.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a blue house in the blue city - Jodhpur</title><summary type='text'>I am staying in a blue house in the blue city- Jodhpur, probably the most typical city of Rajasthan.  With some luck I found this guesthouse run by a real local, and more so, the whole family lives on the ground floor and first floor.  2nd and 3rd floor are converted to guestrooms.  The roof top has an amazing view of the Fort and all the blue houses in the city.Walking through the narrow city </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/6553061748172653904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/6553061748172653904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2008/06/blue-house-in-blue-city-jodhpur.html' title='a blue house in the blue city - Jodhpur'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/SLUeZ3sJb0I/AAAAAAAAABE/BpWks3k6W8k/s72-c/the+blue+city.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-2716127867804662851</id><published>2008-06-20T16:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T17:24:53.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely travellers on a lonely planet - from Udaipur to Mount Abu</title><summary type='text'>It has been exactly one week since I started wondering around India.  Never seen so many friendly faces and especially honored as I am often stopped by people on the streets who want to have pictures taken together me.  I suppose Chinese are rare creatures in this part of the world.Mount Abu, the only hill station in the region between Rajsthan and Gujarak, is a very popular tourist destination </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/2716127867804662851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/2716127867804662851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2008/08/onely-travellers-on-lonely-planet-from.html' title='Lonely travellers on a lonely planet - from Udaipur to Mount Abu'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/SLUdRkMpYYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/6jcjpzRVm_k/s72-c/mountabu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-2286323763181417913</id><published>2008-06-18T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:50:58.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The tomato eating tortoise - Udaipur</title><summary type='text'>Raj Palace, the first place I found in my guide book, I thought I would try my luck.  After some very buppy 16 hours on the so called "high way", the Rickshaw ride seemed so nice and smooth.15 mins later, I settled in a nice room with a view of the roof top of an indian family.  30 mins later, I was having my first meal in two days in the garden of Raj Palace.Cross the table, I discovered a very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/2286323763181417913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/2286323763181417913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2008/08/tomato-eating-tortoise-udaipur.html' title='The tomato eating tortoise - Udaipur'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/SLVMv2GZdiI/AAAAAAAAABM/Ov3FPLsAr28/s72-c/tomatoe+eating+tortois.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-5660844402580037346</id><published>2008-06-17T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:10:50.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape Monsoon - Mumbai Day 2</title><summary type='text'>After a half day of wondering around the streets of Mumbai in heavy rain, I had enough of the joy of early Monsoon and decided to change my travel plans.  In stead of heading down south on the Arabic coast,  I would actually go up north to the state of Rajstan where I can see the cities of colors and maybe even reach Taj Mahal, one of the 7 wonders of the world.  But of course, knowing me, that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/5660844402580037346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/5660844402580037346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2008/08/escape-monsoon-mumbai-day-2.html' title='Escape Monsoon - Mumbai Day 2'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-3923155411626434109</id><published>2008-06-16T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T16:04:00.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tatian, Tatan, Tatiana? - Mumbai Day 1</title><summary type='text'>This is the first day when I said goodbye to my five star inter-continnental club room and ventured on to the streets of Mumbai. I was with my backpack charged with rolls of films, waiting to melt in the summer indian steam. 100 meters outside the hotel, I found a Rickshaw, successfully took me to the nearest train station.Well, as soon as I got off the auto rickshaw, the steam mixed with rotten </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/3923155411626434109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/3923155411626434109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2008/06/tatian-tatan-tatiana-mumbai-day-1.html' title='Tatian, Tatan, Tatiana? - Mumbai Day 1'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-4565998072643218953</id><published>2007-12-06T05:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T23:00:03.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on the streets of Paris, with spices from Kashgar...</title><summary type='text'>Yashimiseus, Paris!  Finally back to this familiar city in its familiar state, after the rain.I feel like I ate meat for an entire century and French just seems to be such an easy language now that compared to what I had to live through in Kashgar. But I somehow managed to learn it, especially fluent in situations of bargaining and drinking.  Anla blesses me.A real excuse, this site cannot be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/4565998072643218953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/4565998072643218953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2007/12/on-streets-of-paris-with-spices-from.html' title='on the streets of Paris, with spices from Kashgar...'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/R1cZ8s-b6RI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lCcxc115wh4/s72-c/kashgar+12+c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-3080733229286342434</id><published>2007-06-04T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T02:23:12.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How many cameras do you need to have to call yourself a photographer?</title><summary type='text'>This morning within one hour and half, I bought three cameras on a Sunday antique market,  The first one is one of those original Polaroid land cameras, which uses 600 series peel off films.  There is a flash that comes with it and it is orange color. The second one, a Rollei B35, probably the smallest single reflex camera you can have that is completely manual control, it uses normal135mm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/3080733229286342434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/3080733229286342434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-many-cameras-do-you-need-to-have-to.html' title='How many cameras do you need to have to call yourself a photographer?'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-328593311116251614</id><published>2007-05-26T07:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T07:32:04.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of an extra</title><summary type='text'>I don’t know how I got into this, but I spent the past 2 days being an extra in an experimental film.  The film is 40 minutes long and without any actors really, so technically speaking extras are sort of stars in this film.  The days started very early and ended rather late, but most of the time I just discussed football match with the sound engineer or teach yoga to other extras. Another </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/328593311116251614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/328593311116251614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-of-extra.html' title='Life of an extra'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-4990691940378960083</id><published>2007-05-23T06:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T23:04:12.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/4990691940378960083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/4990691940378960083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2007/05/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/RlNtd4DlJOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0-rTr-csKgs/s72-c/tree+or+grass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-116430059338433211</id><published>2006-11-24T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T00:49:53.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter Sellers - my primary doctor</title><summary type='text'>My choice of doctor is simple, he/she should be close by, always available to see me at all times, and willing to lie to my employer if I don’t feel like going to work.. With the new medical insurance reform in France, we now have to choose our primary doctor. Dr. R is on top of my list, because he satisfies fully to the above criteria and with an additional quality – very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/116430059338433211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/116430059338433211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/11/peter-sellers-my-primary-doctor.html' title='Peter Sellers - my primary doctor'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-116357510496185804</id><published>2006-11-15T15:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T23:07:15.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crackberries and their managers - London II</title><summary type='text'>A guy friend once described all the cities he lived in with the nature of women he knew - If Paris was a woman, she would be this untouchable beauty that everyone wants to have, you do too,  but you do not really want to live with.  Barcelona, would be a great lover, fun and exciting, yet you also know that you don't have to be faithful to her and it is okay.  Madrid would be a good friend,  nice</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/116357510496185804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/116357510496185804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/11/crackberries-and-their-managers-london.html' title='Crackberries and their managers - London II'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-116357418762081222</id><published>2006-11-15T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T15:05:19.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eurostar - London I</title><summary type='text'>The best thing about being unemployed is the ultimate freedom to manage one’s own time.  So I just picked up my bags and went to London for the weekend, two hours and thirty minutes from central Paris to central London, thanks to this great thing called Eurostar.  So convenient that I almost forgot that it was actually international travel and custom’s check was required.  Luckily I had all the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/116357418762081222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/116357418762081222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/11/eurostar-london-i.html' title='Eurostar - London I'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-115883190440522203</id><published>2006-09-21T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T02:24:10.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXT, Coney Island, NYC, Day - New York City III</title><summary type='text'>I saw a picture in the New York Times of a parachute jump thing out in Coney Island, so I took the D train out there for the day.  This most legendary place is also famous for its more than hundred years old wooden roller coaster, nathan's hot dogs and very strange people on the beach.  It did not take me long to figure out that the red eiffeil tower structure has not spit a parachute for more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/115883190440522203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/115883190440522203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/09/ext-coney-island-nyc-day-new-york-city.html' title='EXT, Coney Island, NYC, Day - New York City III'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-115872176403904319</id><published>2006-09-20T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T06:57:52.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw the president -New York City II</title><summary type='text'>After visiting the new apple store on 59th street, I saw myself slowing making my way down Fifth Avenue, guiltily, towards SAKS Fifth Avenue. Very original indeed! Staying at MOMA for a very cultural afternoon, or Metropolitan museum for some real art, I chose SAKS.   As I was about to cross 49th street, I got blocked, security, police, FBI everywhere.  It turned out that Bush was about to go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/115872176403904319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/115872176403904319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-saw-president-new-york-city-ii.html' title='I saw the president -New York City II'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-115871970532286716</id><published>2006-09-20T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T10:35:58.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upper East Side - New York City I</title><summary type='text'>3rd day in the city, I am already eating my fifth bagel. Served by some Joshua with one of those little black hats, this sesame seeds bagel must be the most authentic one.  It has been almost four years since I last came to New York City, this time I am staying with friends on the upper east side, not exactly the Woody Allen Park Ave upper east side, but 84th street and 2nd avenue upper east side</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/115871970532286716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/115871970532286716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/09/upper-east-side-new-york-city-i.html' title='Upper East Side - New York City I'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-115505589326653228</id><published>2006-08-09T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T00:51:33.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>auto école</title><summary type='text'>4 months ago, I lost my driver’s license, not due to speeding, nor one thousand accumulated parking tickets, only because I lived in France for too long. The French authority allows certain foreign driver’s license holders to exchange their driver’s license the first year when they move to France and only the first year.  If you decide to do it one year later, too bad, you have to pass the exam.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/115505589326653228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/115505589326653228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/08/auto-cole.html' title='auto école'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-115332608742918745</id><published>2006-07-20T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T00:21:27.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>l'estate violenta (violent summer)</title><summary type='text'> After Valerio Zurlini’s l’estate violenta (1961), I walked out of cinema Quartier Latin, slowly making my way home to the other side of the river, without forgetting to stop at Amorino’s for a gelato (bacio, café and yogurt), yum.  I couldn’t stop thinking about the love story in the movie and how the war (1945) separated them eventually, so bitter sweet. As soon as I walked into my apartment, I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/115332608742918745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/115332608742918745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/07/lestate-violenta-violent-summer.html' title='l&apos;estate violenta (violent summer)'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-115329985183880667</id><published>2006-07-19T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T17:04:11.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fireworks, firemen, i am on fire</title><summary type='text'>July 14th is Bastille day and national day of France, this year like any other year, they shoot up fireworks next to the Eiffel Tower, the only difference is that I really got to see it up close and personal this time.  On the balcony of a friend who moved into a new apartment with a grand view of the Eiffel Tower, we opened numerous bottles of champagne and watched the whole set of fireworks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/115329985183880667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/115329985183880667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/07/fireworks-firemen-i-am-on-fire.html' title='fireworks, firemen, i am on fire'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-115271197626804139</id><published>2006-07-12T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T21:46:16.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>end of the world cup</title><summary type='text'>The world cup finally ended.  Before the final, I told myself that I would be equally happy either the French or the Italians won, yet I can not really describe my emotion to be joy.  Was it because I, after all, favour the French more than the Italians?  Was it because now at the beginning of the summer, me like the rest of 60 million French could not find a good reason to drink champagne and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/115271197626804139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/115271197626804139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/07/end-of-world-cup.html' title='end of the world cup'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-115193573543349839</id><published>2006-07-03T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T22:11:08.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vik, the happy purple bee</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/115193573543349839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/115193573543349839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/07/vik-happy-purple-bee.html' title='Vik, the happy purple bee'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-115190993482810375</id><published>2006-07-03T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T14:58:54.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>camp the tent</title><summary type='text'>After some mass text messages to friends the day before taking off to Iceland asking to borrow a tent, I realised that none of my friends is outdoor type, because the answer is uniform.  “No, no tent!!!” and “What do you need that for?” Camping is not something I fantasize only, I have done so in my life and several times.  Although that does not correspond to the usual urban cosmopolitan Ana </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/115190993482810375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/115190993482810375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/07/camp-tent.html' title='camp the tent'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-115135648593986422</id><published>2006-06-27T05:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T05:14:45.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>introducing vik anadottir - the purple bee</title><summary type='text'>Iceland is a magical place where we feel like being on the moon at times, and the people there have names which are just from the moon!  Everyone’s last name ends with something “Xdottir”, meaning the daughter of  X; or “Yson” meaning the son of Y.  The “X” or “Y” are usually the first name of the father, or sometimes the mother.  There I adopted my first daughter, Vik Anadottir.  She is a happy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/115135648593986422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/115135648593986422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/06/introducing-vik-anadottir-purple-bee.html' title='introducing vik anadottir - the purple bee'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-115023425966718948</id><published>2006-06-14T05:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T05:30:59.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesday lo-fi</title><summary type='text'> scanned from silver gelatin print, may 2006Yesterday I found a piece of paper at the bottom of an old suitcase, it is from 8 years ago, it is my handwriting, but the words are somewhat shocking to me, as I cannot imagine those would be my words.  Yet they go very well with the photo I took a couple of weeks ago."his extraordinary gift for hope vs. his shrewd perception of actualityhis almost </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/115023425966718948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/115023425966718948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/06/wednesday-lo-fi.html' title='wednesday lo-fi'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-115014538096418464</id><published>2006-06-13T04:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T04:49:41.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>masse à la mer (sunday mass)</title><summary type='text'>Grew up in a Buddhist Communist Atheist Catholic family, the choice of my religion was not that easy.  Baptised Catholic in a church not recognised by the Vatican (in fact no Catholic church in China is recognised by the Vatican), I was never forced to go to church, my childhood memories of  bible studies were sitting in the lap of my grandmother, leaning on her round and  warm shoulders, her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/115014538096418464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/115014538096418464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/06/masse-la-mer-sunday-mass.html' title='masse à la mer (sunday mass)'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-114984288855648424</id><published>2006-06-09T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T17:55:49.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ana's Crystal Ball</title><summary type='text'>Would you like to know what kind of car you have? And where your parking spot is? Come consult with world renowned psychic - ANA and find out what the future holds for you!Specialised in-Mediumship -Clairvoyance -Tarot-Angel's-Crystal-PalmsConveniently located on Rue Saint Honoré, Ana’s psychic allows you to do Shopping and Psychic Reading all at once.How do you like the ad for my new business? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114984288855648424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114984288855648424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/06/anas-crystal-ball.html' title='Ana&apos;s Crystal Ball'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-114958279456794545</id><published>2006-06-06T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T16:34:28.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heLmet nOt?!</title><summary type='text'>For some stupid reason, I accepted to race against a scooter with my cute little bike. However, if you have seen this scooter you will then believe that I might not be that stupid. A serious sports woman I am, I took my bike for a pre-race morning training. To test endurance and flexibility of my bike, I put some heavy load in the front basket. Right there in the middle of traffic, it broke </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114958279456794545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114958279456794545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/06/helmet-not.html' title='heLmet nOt?!'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-114945995002589914</id><published>2006-06-05T06:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T06:25:50.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?</title><summary type='text'>For someone who has no car and no driver’s license I had the pleasure to be in the passenger's seat for a few hours over the weekend, this few hours of experience were so exceptional that I had all the time to think about the most philosophical issue in life. Finding the right person to love in life is exactly like finding a parking spot on the busy streets in the middle of Paris Friday evening.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114945995002589914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114945995002589914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/06/dont-cha-wish-your-girlfriend-was-hot.html' title='Don&apos;t cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-114916641497148956</id><published>2006-06-01T20:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:30:17.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy international children's day</title><summary type='text'>           Some of you might not be aware, but today is the international children's day, it is a holiday dedicated to kids.After having indulged in some chocolates from michel chaudun, I have decided that I am still a child and I never want to grow up and I will continue to celebrate this holiday for the rest of my life.Happy children's day to you all!!! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114916641497148956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114916641497148956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-international-childrens-day.html' title='happy international children&apos;s day'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-114899357735797546</id><published>2006-05-30T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T20:55:02.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a woman with passion</title><summary type='text'>Ever since I was little I was told by my mum that I had a very bad sleeping habit, because I slept on my stomach, and she said I crashed my lungs, my heart, my stomach, my breasts and they would never function properly and that I would have small breasts all my life and that one day I could have an heart attack in my sleep. She also said that the best way to sleep is to sleep on one’s back, like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114899357735797546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114899357735797546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/05/woman-with-passion.html' title='a woman with passion'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-114838104391493472</id><published>2006-05-23T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T18:46:35.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...long lost love</title><summary type='text'>« hello Ana … »« yes ? »A lazy afternoon lying on my couch, smoking a duty free cigarette from Finair, I got a call from him. Who? Him? Which who? which him? some guy from Dubai, someone I met 6 years ago on a flight from Paris to Shanghai.I vaguely remember that due to overbooking, I got upgraded to first class and there I chatted with this French guy. I have zero memory of his face nor figure </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114838104391493472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114838104391493472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/05/long-lost-love.html' title='...long lost love'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-114837217899186360</id><published>2006-05-23T16:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:32:42.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>water world</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114837217899186360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114837217899186360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/05/water-world.html' title='water world'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-114837166673503583</id><published>2006-05-23T16:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:31:42.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>humidity aisa</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114837166673503583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114837166673503583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/05/humidity-aisa.html' title='humidity aisa'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-114806309877441204</id><published>2006-05-20T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T02:24:58.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finair, the finest airline of all time</title><summary type='text'>Creative minded me chose Finair for a 12 and half hours journey from Paris to Guangzhou, China with a stop in Helsinki; the real reason behind it of course is it is cheap.  Since Helsinki is way up north, it is sort of on my way to China, the transfer only adds one hour to the entire trip.As soon as I was on board, I started worrying, I only had 25 minutes to make the connection, if I miss that, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114806309877441204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114806309877441204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/05/finair-finest-airline-of-all-time.html' title='Finair, the finest airline of all time'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-114660327470581403</id><published>2006-05-03T04:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T04:54:34.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boleo – by the light of the moon...Part II</title><summary type='text'>Now that  I know I have the attention of the white hair Argentina man, the only question is when and how he is going to come and ask me to dance.  And more importantly, how am I going to actually “dance”, I kind of hoped that I still had time for a few more lessons. Ana:       Don’t you think it is time you went dance with some other women?  People probably think we are married you know.Friend:  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114660327470581403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114660327470581403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/05/boleo-by-light-of-moonpart-ii.html' title='Boleo – by the light of the moon...Part II'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-114651824066253747</id><published>2006-05-02T05:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T05:37:03.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boleo – by the light of the moon...Part I</title><summary type='text'> There are two types of Argentina men who are worth meeting in one’s life time - the sexy long haired football player and the old and ugly 70-year-old tango dancer. Since the world cup is starting in a couple of months, no footballers within my scope, why don’t we go and meet the old and ugly tango dancer tonight.Escorted by a friend who knows how to tango (two years of tango lessons under his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114651824066253747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114651824066253747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/05/boleo-by-light-of-moonpart-i.html' title='Boleo – by the light of the moon...Part I'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-114622201393424662</id><published>2006-04-28T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T19:00:13.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when called up by a girlfriend</title><summary type='text'>When called up by girlfriend because she has relationship problems, the wise thing to do is to is always listen and repeat what she talks and then occasionally throw in something like “I can’t believe he did that!”; “I am so sorry to hear that!”; “he will finally grow up one day” “really, oh my god!”…That was exactly what I did, when this girlfriend told me about her boyfriend cheating on her and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114622201393424662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114622201393424662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/04/when-called-up-by-girlfriend.html' title='when called up by a girlfriend'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-114604491626671024</id><published>2006-04-26T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T17:53:07.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few boring words on “the secret life of words”…</title><summary type='text'>Tuesday nights are not the best nights for movies, as in Paris, the new releases come out every Wednesday. Despite the low ratings from critics, I went to see the new movie from Isabel Coixet – “The secret life of words”.This is my first movie of the Young Spanish Director, it would be difficult for me to make any comparison with her earlier works. Story is set on an oil rig in the middle of no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114604491626671024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114604491626671024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/04/few-boring-words-on-secret-life-of.html' title='A few boring words on “the secret life of words”…'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-114569121181717340</id><published>2006-04-22T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T20:50:55.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rocker the rollers</title><summary type='text'> I spent all my teenage years dreaming of becoming a rock star, yet I never became one and I don’t even listen to rock ‘n roll that much these days, is it because of my new bobo life style or the slow aging effect? Last night, however, I relived my teenage years at a rock concert, screaming, dancing and falling all over the place…A normal Thursday night, people are ready to go out and are looking</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114569121181717340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114569121181717340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/04/rocker-rollers.html' title='rocker the rollers'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-114544010655313180</id><published>2006-04-19T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T17:48:26.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't eat bread!</title><summary type='text'>I believe Jews and Chinese are naturally friends.  I love the jews, because every Sunday the entire Paris is closed, I can always go to the jewish neigbourhood and continue my shoe shopping spree.  Many jewish friends in America go to Chinese restuarants during Christmas time, because those are the only ones open.Yesterday however, late at night, I went on a website of a store in NYC to order a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114544010655313180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114544010655313180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/04/dont-eat-bread.html' title='don&apos;t eat bread!'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-114537769157327348</id><published>2006-04-19T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T03:44:33.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aMbitious gardeneR</title><summary type='text'>Ambitious is definitely a positive word in American English, so I tend to think that ambitious is indeed a good thing.In the small 40 something square meter apartment, I have a virtual garden which expands to almost 50 acres of open land. Here are some previous, current and future attempts to cultivate this land:- Basil leaves: I bought these small envelopes each of which were filled with at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114537769157327348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114537769157327348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/04/ambitious-gardener.html' title='aMbitious gardeneR'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-114511729782530251</id><published>2006-04-16T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T08:26:21.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rice Cookers and those who made them…</title><summary type='text'>“How aaa yiu, am flom Jaaaapaan…”, “I am from shanghai, do you know how to eat with chopsticks”, “I am Vietnamese.” “ I grew up in Soeul, haaav ui eard off Soeul, it is a big city ….”, “ I am from Taiwan, not China”… I am not sure since when, Saturday evening at night clubs, you see these Asian women everywhere, London, New York, Paris, Berlin, Rome… wherever you go, these skinny, flat faces and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114511729782530251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114511729782530251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/04/rice-cookers-and-those-who-made-them.html' title='Rice Cookers and those who made them…'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-114478989298118906</id><published>2006-04-12T05:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T05:16:37.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>masculine &amp; feminine</title><summary type='text'>One of the great things about living in France is that I feel my memory chip just got upgraded to handle those additional grammatical requirements in the French language. The most fun part is masculine and feminine of each noun.To help myself get into the French mood, I start the day bright early (not in literary terms). After a nice hot shower to wake me up, I start running between the kitchen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114478989298118906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114478989298118906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/04/masculine-feminine.html' title='masculine &amp; feminine'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-114474520394242108</id><published>2006-04-11T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T18:20:42.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>looking for my twin</title><summary type='text'>Many years ago, an early Spring evening, it was cold and crisp like today, I met one of my twins, we were born the same year, same month and same date. His name was Reid.I walked into a neighbourhood café in Chicago, ordered myself a bottomless coffee and an Indonesian vegetarian plate. I was a chain smoker, heavy coffee drinker and vegetarian back then, perfect combination right? Like any other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114474520394242108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114474520394242108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/04/looking-for-my-twin.html' title='looking for my twin'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-114470061253521052</id><published>2006-04-11T04:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T04:32:09.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>... where is this going?</title><summary type='text'>many talks on the cyber world and the real worldI remember an old egyptien saying - "an image is like a thousand words". So here you go, my thousand words... and this where we are going...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114470061253521052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114470061253521052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/04/where-is-this-going.html' title='... where is this going?'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-114466499201331221</id><published>2006-04-10T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T21:31:58.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>successful match maker going on the black list</title><summary type='text'>Aside from washing hair for bartenders, I actually have a day job – professional match maker for my single friends. Due to some mere luck, I keep a very high success rate in this profession regardless of the season, traffic conditions in the city, nationalities of my clients and my own personal status (single or couple format). What I have learned in this profession over the years is that one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114466499201331221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114466499201331221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/04/successful-match-maker-going-on-black.html' title='successful match maker going on the black list'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-114440227304769919</id><published>2006-04-07T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T17:31:13.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dangerous Game</title><summary type='text'>of bathroom items... I am so naturally beautiful thatI use WATER!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114440227304769919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114440227304769919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/04/dangerous-game.html' title='Dangerous Game'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-114439633735623672</id><published>2006-04-07T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T17:26:22.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interested?</title><summary type='text'>I order cocktails and then drink water. I listen to people and ask a lot of questions. I brush my teeth before going to bed. I am not French, not English, not Cuban, but I can be blonde if you wish.  I read. I sleep on the right side of the bed and only the right side. I am converted communist, baptised catholic but a want to be Buddhist. I don’t drink coffee. I don’t vote. I lost my driver’s </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114439633735623672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114439633735623672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/04/interested.html' title='Interested?'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-114432574270197638</id><published>2006-04-06T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T21:17:31.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>midnight riding</title><summary type='text'>For early April, skirts might not be the best choice, especially on a speedy bike. Yet the bright sunshine came through my bedroom window in the morning called for it, so here I was riding across town after midnight in my mini-skirt. It must have been –1 degrees, I could see my breath, almost, freezing my guts out. The only solution to that is peddling as fast I could, ignoring all one way </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114432574270197638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114432574270197638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/04/midnight-riding.html' title='midnight riding'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-114371407641844728</id><published>2006-04-05T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T08:01:23.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arsenal vs. Juventus</title><summary type='text'>Despite the smoke and beer drinking crowds, I actually enjoy football games, I believe it is one of the rare sports which is worth watching even from TV. Tonight is the second game of Arsenal vs. Juventus. If I am writing an episode of Sex and City, this looks like a tactic for urban ladies to meet guys in a highly male concentrated area – sports bars.  Main character would put on some sexy dress</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114371407641844728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114371407641844728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/04/arsenal-vs-juventus.html' title='Arsenal vs. Juventus'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-114418171941059618</id><published>2006-04-05T04:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T06:01:29.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stRike ‘n steak tarTare</title><summary type='text'>Two things I love most about Paris are strikes and steak tartares. They are both unique to France and so bloody and juicy in their own way.I love strikes as they remind me constantly that I live in a socialist country and that we do not only value money like those Americans. When the entire public transportation system goes paralysed, I feel the blood of revolutionary French pumping in and out of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114418171941059618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114418171941059618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/04/strike-n-steak-tartare.html' title='stRike ‘n steak tarTare'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-114416339131308247</id><published>2006-04-04T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:36:22.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>winter lady</title><summary type='text'>Trav'ling lady,stay awhile until the night is over.I'm just a station on your way,I know I'm not your lover.Well I lived with a child of snowwhen I was a soldier,and I fought every man for heruntil the nights grew colder.She used to wear her hair like youexcept when she was sleeping,and then she'd weave it on a loomof smoke and gold and breathing.And why are you so quiet nowstanding there in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114416339131308247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114416339131308247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/04/winter-lady.html' title='winter lady'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-114371361972484788</id><published>2006-04-01T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T08:09:29.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teSt dRive</title><summary type='text'>Italian boyfriends are like convertible cars, you just need to have one, at least once in your life time. But you realise soon enough that the beautiful convertible is not practical: when it is raining, it is no use; when it is cold, it is no use; and they make those loud noises on the high way. So you think you might trade it in for another car - a van this time! big and stable, you never get a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114371361972484788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114371361972484788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/04/test-drive.html' title='teSt dRive'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24980875.post-114384518420504560</id><published>2006-04-01T06:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T08:07:16.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flossing and Squash</title><summary type='text'>Do you ever floss your teeth before a dentist appointment ? Well, I do. And today I ate carbon hydrates from morning until evening because I had a match of squash at 21h00.Friday night, when most girls are on their hot dates and others (less lucky ones) are home watching a cosy movie eating unhealthy pizza with their loved ones; I , played SQUASH for one hour and LOST. Yes, I lost!!! To some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114384518420504560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24980875/posts/default/114384518420504560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavahavana.blogspot.com/2006/03/flossing-and-squash.html' title='Flossing and Squash'/><author><name>SHEN Yi Elsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378025259136650996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ieuoDfdUcL0/S4dyBflHOwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MPUJUGTWNeY/S220/jcl2.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
