<?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-7895349663196752352</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:25:59.821-10:00</updated><category term='hanahime'/><category term='what is that?'/><category term='moo'/><category term='chic'/><category term='bunnies'/><category term='moogle'/><category term='druid'/><category term='warrior'/><title type='text'>Jioji no kimyouna hanashi</title><subtitle type='html'>Jioji lives in Vana'diel as a Hume warrior, wandering around the vast world.  She also wanders the world of Azeroth as a Night elf druid.  These are her strange stories.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-3213804090342346121</id><published>2008-09-24T23:33:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:39:59.144-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moo'/><title type='text'>Where oh where have I been?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNtbvUSye_I/AAAAAAAAAUs/oI8ejX1d45U/s1600-h/kiga_tumble.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNtbvUSye_I/AAAAAAAAAUs/oI8ejX1d45U/s320/kiga_tumble.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249890659089939442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've not been anywhere.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe a story will appear one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who knows.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We will all just have to wait and see.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-3213804090342346121?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/3213804090342346121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=3213804090342346121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/3213804090342346121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/3213804090342346121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-oh-where-have-i-been.html' title='Where oh where have I been?'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNtbvUSye_I/AAAAAAAAAUs/oI8ejX1d45U/s72-c/kiga_tumble.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-1604215962644871644</id><published>2008-03-19T01:49:00.014-10:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T02:22:51.538-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='druid'/><title type='text'>The Adventures of Mr. Wiggles(not enough rage)</title><content type='html'>One day Mr. Wiggles and I set off for an adventure.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R-D-M3kNW4I/AAAAAAAAATw/kPne9SM1SVY/s1600-h/crystal+pig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R-D-M3kNW4I/AAAAAAAAATw/kPne9SM1SVY/s320/crystal+pig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179419068503776130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bloodmyst Isle has these crystals growing out of the ground.  The glow is very warm and inviting.  I was in search of a sample of the crystal, requested by someone doing research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR! I tried to scare Mr. Wiggles by changing into bear form.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R-D-VHkNW5I/AAAAAAAAAT4/4vZxF9QaHSQ/s1600-h/bear+and+pig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R-D-VHkNW5I/AAAAAAAAAT4/4vZxF9QaHSQ/s320/bear+and+pig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179419210237696914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He just looked at me and continued to eat his grass that seems to appear out of no where.  I tried to get him to place his head in my jaws.  But he did not seem to like that idea.  I think he would make a good snack. Bite sized bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to kill a few spies. Mr. Wiggles stood and watched, munching on grass. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R-EEjnkNW7I/AAAAAAAAAUI/095Fnc82Qkk/s1600-h/rage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R-EEjnkNW7I/AAAAAAAAAUI/095Fnc82Qkk/s400/rage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179426056415566770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see I did not have enough rage. I need more rage. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R-D-fXkNW6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/luqC5qH6sEA/s1600-h/not+enough+rage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R-D-fXkNW6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/luqC5qH6sEA/s320/not+enough+rage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179419386331356066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You need more rage.  Not enough rage.  RAGE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Wiggles does not set a good example, he does not seem to have any rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adventure? Well maybe not an adventure, more like a stroll in the wilderness.   Mr. Wiggles... Rage...  More rage for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R-D-fXkNW6I/AAAAAAAAAUA/luqC5qH6sEA/s1600-h/not+enough+rage.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-1604215962644871644?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/1604215962644871644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=1604215962644871644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/1604215962644871644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/1604215962644871644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2008/03/adventures-of-mr-wigglesnot-enough-rage.html' title='The Adventures of Mr. Wiggles(not enough rage)'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R-D-M3kNW4I/AAAAAAAAATw/kPne9SM1SVY/s72-c/crystal+pig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-5774876216524761427</id><published>2008-03-14T01:37:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T01:49:34.823-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warrior'/><title type='text'>eggs eggs eggs</title><content type='html'>The moogles are back.  And they are handing out eggs.  I was lucky enough to find a great egg dealer.  Roucian has all the letters that you will need.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R9pjwXkNW2I/AAAAAAAAATg/la2krM-3Dug/s1600-h/eggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R9pjwXkNW2I/AAAAAAAAATg/la2krM-3Dug/s400/eggs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177560404226562914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took out my other eggs from storage. The newest ones do not glow, they make sounds.  San d'Oria's plays music and Bastok's chimes. My favorite is the one from Windurst.  It is a hatchling.  These two big round eye peer out from it, you can see it blink occasionally and hear grrr grrr grrr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R9pj4HkNW3I/AAAAAAAAATo/n-KMV7ZRvKE/s1600-h/raptor+egg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R9pj4HkNW3I/AAAAAAAAATo/n-KMV7ZRvKE/s400/raptor+egg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177560537370549106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My moogle better watch out if what ever is inside finally decides to break out of its shell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-5774876216524761427?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/5774876216524761427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=5774876216524761427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/5774876216524761427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/5774876216524761427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2008/03/eggs-eggs-eggs.html' title='eggs eggs eggs'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R9pjwXkNW2I/AAAAAAAAATg/la2krM-3Dug/s72-c/eggs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-686846070244844335</id><published>2008-03-01T16:55:00.006-10:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T01:37:29.026-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warrior'/><title type='text'>Doll Festival</title><content type='html'>[Picture of pink trees will not be posted, I do not know where the screenshots are.]&lt;br /&gt;The trees are blooming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R8oXnB0h35I/AAAAAAAAATY/kO4RL2CICNY/s1600-h/doll+fest+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R8oXnB0h35I/AAAAAAAAATY/kO4RL2CICNY/s400/doll+fest+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172973081259532178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a Bonbori and Festival Dolls from M.H.M.U. in my mailbox.  Now my moghouse is a glow with festival lanterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R8oXdB0h34I/AAAAAAAAATQ/Yn_n44Bv4oI/s1600-h/doll+fest+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R8oXdB0h34I/AAAAAAAAATQ/Yn_n44Bv4oI/s400/doll+fest+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172972909460840322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These dolls are kind of creepy.  Their eyes are always on me no matter where I am in the moghouse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-686846070244844335?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/686846070244844335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=686846070244844335' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/686846070244844335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/686846070244844335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2008/03/doll-festival.html' title='Doll Festival'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R8oXnB0h35I/AAAAAAAAATY/kO4RL2CICNY/s72-c/doll+fest+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-855968344481472462</id><published>2008-02-20T10:45:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T10:47:29.038-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='druid'/><title type='text'>MOOoooOoooo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R7yRhT8-F1I/AAAAAAAAATI/uOpj7c9GMKU/s1600-h/moo+in+goldshire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R7yRhT8-F1I/AAAAAAAAATI/uOpj7c9GMKU/s400/moo+in+goldshire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169166473792198482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-855968344481472462?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/855968344481472462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=855968344481472462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/855968344481472462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/855968344481472462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2008/02/moooooooooo.html' title='MOOoooOoooo...'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R7yRhT8-F1I/AAAAAAAAATI/uOpj7c9GMKU/s72-c/moo+in+goldshire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-2388297933656229206</id><published>2008-02-07T15:37:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T10:47:57.518-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warrior'/><title type='text'>Myehehe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mew mew mew mew mew Meooow... Tulutululu~  Meow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R6uya-TXMwI/AAAAAAAAASk/-2fIA_etNGE/s1600-h/ahkk+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R6uya-TXMwI/AAAAAAAAASk/-2fIA_etNGE/s320/ahkk+one.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164417574180958978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first got to Aht I met a little mithra girl, Ahkk.  She really wanted something to write on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R6uyh-TXMxI/AAAAAAAAASs/gGv4BEWIfsM/s1600-h/ahkk+two.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R6uyh-TXMxI/AAAAAAAAASs/gGv4BEWIfsM/s200/ahkk+two.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164417694440043282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today I remembered her wish and bought her some parchment and black ink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She scribbled happily for a little while. She cheerfully talked to herself as she wrote things down to try and remember things.  I was able to learn some information about Al Zahbi's back alleys.  Hopefully this will help me get around the large city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many stairs, walkways, courtyards, doorways... a person can easily get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-2388297933656229206?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/2388297933656229206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=2388297933656229206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/2388297933656229206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/2388297933656229206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2008/02/myehehe.html' title='Myehehe...'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R6uya-TXMwI/AAAAAAAAASk/-2fIA_etNGE/s72-c/ahkk+one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-6652940283621051099</id><published>2008-02-04T02:04:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T02:06:53.784-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warrior'/><title type='text'>Ohohoho...</title><content type='html'>Ohohoho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwhahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-6652940283621051099?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/6652940283621051099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=6652940283621051099' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/6652940283621051099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/6652940283621051099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2008/02/ohohoho.html' title='Ohohoho...'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-1433509858836560529</id><published>2007-12-24T01:30:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T01:56:06.546-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warrior'/><title type='text'>Starlight Celebration.</title><content type='html'>The moogles are back in town.  Everything is sparkly and decorated for the Starlight Celebration.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R2-YiD19cQI/AAAAAAAAARk/2VqWP6-92H0/s1600-h/jio+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R2-YiD19cQI/AAAAAAAAARk/2VqWP6-92H0/s320/jio+tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147500610022371586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moogles seem to be over worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have many items to hand out but they don't seem to be giving them to the right people.  Helping them finding the people they are looking for takes a while.  The moogles don't seem to have a good memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get a Dream robe and Dream boots from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got three belts. The one I like the best is the Rabbit belt. I get to hop around in a bunny costume.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R2-b2D19cUI/AAAAAAAAASE/q5si9S7pE6s/s1600-h/bunnynfriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R2-b2D19cUI/AAAAAAAAASE/q5si9S7pE6s/s320/bunnynfriends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147504252154638658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many people surrounding the moogle.  No wonder they are so confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long while since I have seen so much shouting in towns.  And so many people running around in red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Smile bringers are are encouraging adventures to dress up to fool the children of Van'diel.  Having people wear a red hat to hand out gifts to the children.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R2-b8T19cVI/AAAAAAAAASM/Hd8Gljqs_WQ/s1600-h/bunnybelt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R2-b8T19cVI/AAAAAAAAASM/Hd8Gljqs_WQ/s320/bunnybelt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147504359528821074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R2-ZIT19cTI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Rqmu621yGsA/s1600-h/bunnynfriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-1433509858836560529?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/1433509858836560529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=1433509858836560529' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/1433509858836560529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/1433509858836560529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/12/starlight-celebration.html' title='Starlight Celebration.'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R2-YiD19cQI/AAAAAAAAARk/2VqWP6-92H0/s72-c/jio+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-5414592281461804857</id><published>2007-12-06T19:08:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T19:18:44.870-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warrior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what is that?'/><title type='text'>Y</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R1jVnks64qI/AAAAAAAAARc/c0d3hPuD1KA/s1600-h/pear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R1jVnks64qI/AAAAAAAAARc/c0d3hPuD1KA/s320/pear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141093850487120546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I have taken up a side job other than monk.  I was training to be a monk to improve my abilities as a warrior. But decided that I would try thief.  Seems odd to be defending myself with a dagger.  I prefer a larger weapon, I especially like lances and tridents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-5414592281461804857?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/5414592281461804857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=5414592281461804857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/5414592281461804857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/5414592281461804857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/12/y.html' title='Y'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R1jVnks64qI/AAAAAAAAARc/c0d3hPuD1KA/s72-c/pear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-3999388827901543988</id><published>2007-12-01T05:38:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T13:20:33.122-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warrior'/><title type='text'>MOM!</title><content type='html'>While browsing the Jeuno auction house, to my surprise there stood Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R1GAQks64nI/AAAAAAAAARE/R-DwMeCyliI/s1600-R/AHmom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R1GAQks64nI/AAAAAAAAARE/zamNIERX__Y/s320/AHmom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139029672024793714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R1GAaks64oI/AAAAAAAAARM/5qr-GLwUNok/s1600-R/AHmom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R1GAaks64oI/AAAAAAAAARM/gwlJEFITgcE/s200/AHmom2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139029843823485570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom seems to have interesting things to say. Quite shocking things about Galkas.  I think mom really likes Galkas and wishes to be one. Actually.. Mom was try tell some tall tale of once being a Tarutaru long ago.  What Tarutaru would want to spend their life being a Mithra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe mom took one of those magical items that changes a being into someone else and is now stuck being a Mithra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R1GAoks64pI/AAAAAAAAARU/cResdUxxRPE/s1600-R/AHmom4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R1GAoks64pI/AAAAAAAAARU/7HLcHCiYxbQ/s320/AHmom4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139030084341654162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-3999388827901543988?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/3999388827901543988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=3999388827901543988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/3999388827901543988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/3999388827901543988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/12/mom.html' title='MOM!'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/R1GAQks64nI/AAAAAAAAARE/zamNIERX__Y/s72-c/AHmom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-5668514165353845249</id><published>2007-10-31T02:56:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T03:09:12.791-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='druid'/><title type='text'>Did something happen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Ryh7yeH1RdI/AAAAAAAAAQs/y_mTlNr3pok/s1600-h/mist%27s+edge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Ryh7yeH1RdI/AAAAAAAAAQs/y_mTlNr3pok/s400/mist%27s+edge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127484282770900434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After hunting off the coast of Mist's Edge, I swam ashore to see the remains of a large creature.  Did something happen?  Or is it just as the world is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Ryh79uH1ReI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/I2bUPwAr0SA/s1600-h/shell-mist%27s+edge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Ryh79uH1ReI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/I2bUPwAr0SA/s400/shell-mist%27s+edge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127484476044428770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I stood looking at the cozy cave the shell formed.  Wondering if I would make a nice place to stay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Ryh7yeH1RdI/AAAAAAAAAQs/y_mTlNr3pok/s1600-h/mist%27s+edge.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-5668514165353845249?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/5668514165353845249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=5668514165353845249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/5668514165353845249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/5668514165353845249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/10/did-something-happen.html' title='Did something happen?'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Ryh7yeH1RdI/AAAAAAAAAQs/y_mTlNr3pok/s72-c/mist%27s+edge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-5389262481772993342</id><published>2007-10-24T09:58:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T02:15:13.524-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what is that?'/><title type='text'>From within</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are things in this world that are confusing and odd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that are not understandable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no reason to think that we fully understand or know what it is.  Or even know or understand what another individual is thinking.  For when we think of something that another thinks, we in turn make it our thoughts.  Altering it in a way by our own perspective that it could not truly have its original meanings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To assume that a person knows what another is thinking or why something is, is based on how each individual feels.  Being able to feel and think like another person is a difficult thing.  For each person is unique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rx-kNKh7QJI/AAAAAAAAAQk/9brl3Q6yyZg/s1600-h/ing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rx-kNKh7QJI/AAAAAAAAAQk/9brl3Q6yyZg/s400/ing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124995447042818194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From Within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And no matter how hard a person may try to understand others, there seems to be a larger force that prevents it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each moment, interaction or reaction a person encounters creates them into who they are.   Could there be two people that have identical  experiences and reactions?  It might be possible.  Or maybe the closest a person can get is to empathize with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I find it interesting how a person can say 'I understand" when what they reply sounds nothing like what is being talked about.  Or how people assume things.  Assuming things is a fun guessing activity, but to believe assumptions does not seem like a very good thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,  I am seeing it as there is a gigas in each of us.  Something that has grown so large that it influences each person.  It could be arrogance, shyness, confidence, jealously, insecurity, care, etc.   Some people are good at expressing positive actions.  While others are not.  Some like to hide the negative actions with positive actions.  But who is the real individual?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because it is the 'right' thing to do does not mean you need to do it all the time.  Like anything when there is an extreme positive there will be an extreme negative.  Sometimes I wonder if people who are extremely positive just allow for the extremely negative to happen sometimes.  And because they are trying to be positive they make the negative seem like it wasn't negative at all.  Almost ignoring and not addressing some important issues.  Issues should be addressed.  But there is always the fear of not being understood.  Which is more than likely an accurate assumption, that people will not understand some comments.   Seems like an initial reaction is to think of  it as an insult.  Sometimes... things are just statements... opinions... not meant to mean anything other than what maybe be happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the subject of 'fault' one of those words I do not care to use.  But that I will leave for another day of random thought that float in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-5389262481772993342?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/5389262481772993342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=5389262481772993342' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/5389262481772993342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/5389262481772993342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/10/from-within.html' title='From within'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rx-kNKh7QJI/AAAAAAAAAQk/9brl3Q6yyZg/s72-c/ing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-4556495181495486677</id><published>2007-10-23T03:04:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T03:20:58.480-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warrior'/><title type='text'>The Green Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rx3xg6h7QII/AAAAAAAAAQc/q-T4t0Z0sDE/s1600-h/Maighdean+Uaine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rx3xg6h7QII/AAAAAAAAAQc/q-T4t0Z0sDE/s400/Maighdean+Uaine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124517498787152002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One cloudy day in North Gustaberg I saw this wandering sapling maiden. She had an unusual name. She merrily hopped around, not pausing a bit when I called out to her.  I nudged at her a few times with my trident to get her attention.  After a while she gave me an optical earring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-4556495181495486677?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/4556495181495486677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=4556495181495486677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/4556495181495486677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/4556495181495486677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/10/maighdean-uaine.html' title='The Green Lady'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rx3xg6h7QII/AAAAAAAAAQc/q-T4t0Z0sDE/s72-c/Maighdean+Uaine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-7343224382026039637</id><published>2007-10-16T03:19:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T04:12:20.024-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what is that?'/><title type='text'>Zegham Hill</title><content type='html'>A sweet day at Zegham Hill.  The sun in the pale blue sky.   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RxS7mah7QFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/wWK1UR2jLdI/s1600-h/sweeta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RxS7mah7QFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/wWK1UR2jLdI/s320/sweeta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121924944858136658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As the fluffy marshmallow bunnies go floating by.  The green leaves rustle as they listen to the small cool breeze whispering in the trees. My footsteps are left in the ground that is powdered with a gray-brown dust, much like a powdered cinnamon donut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I climb higher I can feel the air become crisp and refreshing.  Yet there is a sound I hear, telling me something, that I can not understand.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RxS7wKh7QGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/zToNbes2_ag/s1600-h/sweetb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RxS7wKh7QGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/zToNbes2_ag/s320/sweetb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121925112361861218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That hmm hmmm.... What is it saying to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might it be urging me to continue higher?  Hmmm hmm hmm... The heat of the golden honey sun keeps shining on me. The warmth combines with the breeze that makes my head feel light.  Think, think, why was I here?  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RxS76ah7QHI/AAAAAAAAAQU/pVsm7ACxpdY/s1600-h/sweetc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RxS76ah7QHI/AAAAAAAAAQU/pVsm7ACxpdY/s320/sweetc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121925288455520370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw the path leading up and started to climb....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a reason I came. I was here once before on a request to bring some flowers to a monument.  But why did I come today? The earthiness is in the air.  Hmmm...hmmm.hmmm.  The hill...  remember... I will just have to come back another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-7343224382026039637?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/7343224382026039637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=7343224382026039637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/7343224382026039637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/7343224382026039637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/10/red.html' title='Zegham Hill'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RxS7mah7QFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/wWK1UR2jLdI/s72-c/sweeta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-4090887200032488299</id><published>2007-10-09T01:03:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T12:42:46.373-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warrior'/><title type='text'>The Magicites</title><content type='html'>While in Jeuno I was able to get an audience with the Archduke.  He wanted to get some items from the three beastmen strongholds.  The Archduke said he would give me an airship pass if I was able to get him the stones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aldo was staring at his map when I got to his office.  Verena stop by for a short while and spoke to Aldo, Something that Verena said will always stick in my mind.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here's more to life than what you see in front of you.  We are all flowing on the river of life, not just watching from the banks.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Verena was concerned about Fickblix.  I am not really sure why.  I think she just worries about everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rwtg0KRe6AI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Qoh2SU0Sx7U/s1600-h/rank+4-aldo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rwtg0KRe6AI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Qoh2SU0Sx7U/s320/rank+4-aldo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119291850663847938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aldo gave me a Silver bell to help me get to the magicite in Beadeaux.  I went to see Sattal-Mansal for the other two items that would allow me to enter in to the area with the magicite.  Sattal asked for a Quadav Augury shell and a Quadav Charm.  Once he had these he gave me what I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for more items that would allow me passage to the magicites,  I stop in at Muckvix's Junk Shop.  Muckvix sent me on an errand.  I visited Paya-Sabya in upper Jeuno where he was waiting for his plants to sprouty-wout.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RwthS6Re6CI/AAAAAAAAAPY/LgRM7UcMvTI/s1600-h/rank+4-paya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RwthS6Re6CI/AAAAAAAAAPY/LgRM7UcMvTI/s320/rank+4-paya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119292378944825378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I went back to visit with Muckvix, he mention that I would have to light some torches.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RwthD6Re6BI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/NLuATEwa2mg/s1600-h/rank+4-muckvix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RwthD6Re6BI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/NLuATEwa2mg/s320/rank+4-muckvix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119292121246787602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Flickblix walked in and had a torch that he was able to spare.  He was head to Castle Oztroja.  Seems odd that a goblin would be traveling to visit the yagudos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in Upper Jeuno I also spoke to Baudin.  He has a sister named Audra who is ill.  She craves raw meat.  Baudin gave me a crest of Davoi for a piece of Coeurl meat.  Audra took the meat to her room, all we heard was munching.  I was a bit disturbed that she said "...drenched in bright red blood!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first magicite I went to was the one in Castle Oztroja.   Fickie died.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rwthd6Re6DI/AAAAAAAAAPg/anaU_VuHH0A/s1600-h/rank+4-oz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rwthd6Re6DI/AAAAAAAAAPg/anaU_VuHH0A/s320/rank+4-oz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119292567923386418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Magicite has memories of converstion. I saw images of Star Sybil, Karah-Barauha.  Also yagudos.. Gawk! Gawk!... Kahk!... Kahk-ka-ka....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Beadeaux,  I saw images of Ulrich killing quadavs.  Cornelia and Raogrinm were with him.  Raogrinm  said the quadavs were trying to protect their eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Davoi. More images from the past, of people and things that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RwthrqRe6EI/AAAAAAAAAPo/7n1Pzm3Bdns/s1600-h/rank+4-davoi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RwthrqRe6EI/AAAAAAAAAPo/7n1Pzm3Bdns/s320/rank+4-davoi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119292804146587714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rwth0KRe6FI/AAAAAAAAAPw/QBzNJPgpmAo/s1600-h/rank+4-davoi+magicite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rwth0KRe6FI/AAAAAAAAAPw/QBzNJPgpmAo/s320/rank+4-davoi+magicite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119292950175475794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lion showed up.  And we saw the Shadow of Darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end I went back to the Archduke and presented him with the Opitistone, Aurastone and Orastone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given an airship pass.  And when I went to my embassy they promoted me to Rank 5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-4090887200032488299?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/4090887200032488299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=4090887200032488299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/4090887200032488299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/4090887200032488299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/10/magicites.html' title='The Magicites'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rwtg0KRe6AI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Qoh2SU0Sx7U/s72-c/rank+4-aldo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-2229685737606715898</id><published>2007-10-08T02:47:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T02:59:19.001-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warrior'/><title type='text'>A bunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RwooT6Re5-I/AAAAAAAAAO4/QHP659rSSOA/s1600-h/bunny+cage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RwooT6Re5-I/AAAAAAAAAO4/QHP659rSSOA/s400/bunny+cage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118948248985200610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A day of shopping in Jeuno and what do i see?  A cage. What a great idea!  A bunny cage that hangs from the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have to get a larger home if I wanted to get bunny cages.  Right now it is crowded with Moogle in my one room home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-2229685737606715898?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/2229685737606715898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=2229685737606715898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/2229685737606715898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/2229685737606715898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/10/bunny.html' title='A bunny'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RwooT6Re5-I/AAAAAAAAAO4/QHP659rSSOA/s72-c/bunny+cage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-9190523857022000182</id><published>2007-10-03T02:10:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T02:21:10.380-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what is that?'/><title type='text'>Hmmmm...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever looked at something or someone and had a reaction to it?  Everything I see in Vana'diel I look at with interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RwOGyLpKrmI/AAAAAAAAAOw/eH65yCweD-E/s1600-h/fang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RwOGyLpKrmI/AAAAAAAAAOw/eH65yCweD-E/s320/fang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117081798300053090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Every line, shape, color, etc. There is an elegance to everything in this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-9190523857022000182?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/9190523857022000182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=9190523857022000182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/9190523857022000182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/9190523857022000182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/10/hmmmm.html' title='Hmmmm...'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RwOGyLpKrmI/AAAAAAAAAOw/eH65yCweD-E/s72-c/fang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-7702741971866052529</id><published>2007-09-28T12:04:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T12:31:31.309-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warrior'/><title type='text'>The tower that never seemed to end.</title><content type='html'>I was sent to Jeuno to talk to the ambassador.  When I got there I was told he was not in, and he had gone to investigate something in Delkfutt Tower.  Well I went out to Qufim and entered Delkfutt Tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran around for many hours.  Using teleport pads, running up spiral stairs, and avoiding the holes in the floors.  There were bats, giants, goblins, etc. that I avoided.  Finally on the 10th floor, opened a door to see a beastmaster had cleared the room of all the giants.  I waited and waited, and waited some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rv185bpKrlI/AAAAAAAAAOo/SyS3nfZqmDw/s1600-h/Porphyrion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rv185bpKrlI/AAAAAAAAAOo/SyS3nfZqmDw/s320/Porphyrion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115382077877562962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Giants started to fill the room.  I was waiting for Porphyrion.  He showed up and I was able to get a Delkfutt key from him.  This key is what I used to take the elevator. I was a little disappointed the elevator didn't take me to the basement.  I ran down a very long spiral staircase, which made me a bit dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I found the ambassador faced down on the floor.  I don't remember what he told me. I later met him back at the embassy in Ru'Lude Gardens.  All I remember is that tower that never seemed to end.  It didn't even seem to be that tall from outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-7702741971866052529?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/7702741971866052529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=7702741971866052529' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/7702741971866052529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/7702741971866052529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/09/tower-that-never-seemed-to-end.html' title='The tower that never seemed to end.'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rv185bpKrlI/AAAAAAAAAOo/SyS3nfZqmDw/s72-c/Porphyrion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-5411727448328827656</id><published>2007-09-25T01:53:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T02:13:30.079-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warrior'/><title type='text'>BEWARE the bastoker!</title><content type='html'>As I adventure near and far, I alway carry my signet staff with me.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rvj4GbpKrkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ZiTjIkgWq78/s1600-h/Jiostaffguan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rvj4GbpKrkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ZiTjIkgWq78/s320/Jiostaffguan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114110166262525506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To ensure that I have signet as I fight in the name of Bastok.  I also whack fellow Bastokers so they too can carry the symbol of Bastok with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes,  I sometimes sneak up on people that I know and smack them with the staff.  I am not very good at sneaking up on people.  I do not think I will ever have a job as a Thief.  Thinking Guan was distracted by his chocobo, I tried a swing or two with my trusty signet staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for all of you out there... BEWARE the bastoker stalker!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-5411727448328827656?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/5411727448328827656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=5411727448328827656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/5411727448328827656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/5411727448328827656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/09/beware-bastoker.html' title='BEWARE the bastoker!'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rvj4GbpKrkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ZiTjIkgWq78/s72-c/Jiostaffguan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-7808364950302059603</id><published>2007-09-16T01:49:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T02:23:07.729-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warrior'/><title type='text'>Once upon a time...</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time in a Kingdom called Bastok there lived a warrior named Jioji.  An exciting adventure all started one day when she was given a mission to visit the neighboring nations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she got to San d'Oria she stop in at the Consulate of Bastok and spoke to Helaku.  This jolly fellow represented Bastok.  Helaku had her speak to Halver.  Halver spoke of the Orcs in Ghelsba Outpost.  Jioji was sent to slay an Orc named Warchief Vatgit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An outpost trip to Buburimu Peninsula  made the trip to Windurst  a little shorter than a Chocobo ride from Bastok.  Melek at the Consulate located in Port Windurst spoke of Yagudos and daggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the best of the adventure a dragon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Ru0b1L6wbGI/AAAAAAAAAOY/3NO2oYcEWGA/s1600-h/rank+3+dragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Ru0b1L6wbGI/AAAAAAAAAOY/3NO2oYcEWGA/s400/rank+3+dragon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110771752681630818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Join by fellow adventures Jioji entered a battle field where a Black dragon and Seacher waited for them.  They were not to be defeated.  Breaking the current record of the fight with a time of 4 minutes and 48 seconds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-7808364950302059603?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/7808364950302059603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=7808364950302059603' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/7808364950302059603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/7808364950302059603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/09/once-upon-time.html' title='Once upon a time...'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Ru0b1L6wbGI/AAAAAAAAAOY/3NO2oYcEWGA/s72-c/rank+3+dragon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-104133078793859172</id><published>2007-09-13T12:24:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T12:34:15.793-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='druid'/><title type='text'>A hot day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rum55L6wbFI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/fKnxDSCi_hs/s1600-h/aquatic+form+in+darnassas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rum55L6wbFI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/fKnxDSCi_hs/s320/aquatic+form+in+darnassas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109819644331453522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;----- It was such a hot&lt;br /&gt;----- day in Darnassas.&lt;br /&gt;----- I had just learned&lt;br /&gt;----- how to transform&lt;br /&gt;----- into my aquatic&lt;br /&gt;----- form, so I jumped&lt;br /&gt;----- into the water that&lt;br /&gt;----- surrounds the&lt;br /&gt;----- large bank that is&lt;br /&gt;----- shaped like a bear.&lt;br /&gt;----- The water was cool&lt;br /&gt;----- and refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;----- &gt;)))'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;-----      &gt;)))'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-104133078793859172?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/104133078793859172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=104133078793859172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/104133078793859172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/104133078793859172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/09/hot-day.html' title='A hot day'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rum55L6wbFI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/fKnxDSCi_hs/s72-c/aquatic+form+in+darnassas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-5240554931929685753</id><published>2007-09-07T01:34:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T02:36:19.627-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='druid'/><title type='text'>Bunny by the druid trainer...</title><content type='html'>On my way to the druid trainer, who is located outside of Exodar, I saw this  cute brown bunny.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RuE3mFnIImI/AAAAAAAAANg/Rg9FLpW1bS4/s1600-h/exodar+bunny+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RuE3mFnIImI/AAAAAAAAANg/Rg9FLpW1bS4/s320/exodar+bunny+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107424579895698018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I we played follow the leader for the longest time.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RuE5tVnIInI/AAAAAAAAANo/im1ExkvFj0o/s1600-h/exodar+bunny+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RuE5tVnIInI/AAAAAAAAANo/im1ExkvFj0o/s200/exodar+bunny+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107426903473005170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was trying to get a picture with bunny, but he would not stay still. As soon as I would set up the shot he would hop away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moonfire hit the bunny and it was much easier to get a picture.  He lay there with his big brown eyes staring up at me.&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was getting late so I made my way into Exodar.  I ran down the ramp that spirals downward and has a floor where I can see everything below me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I went to check the mail box. And found a nice surprise.  I received a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rabbit crate&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RuE8U1nIIpI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KNtrTk8Am84/s1600-h/br+crate+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RuE8U1nIIpI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KNtrTk8Am84/s400/br+crate+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107429781101093522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is brown.  Just like the one I saw outside of Exodar.  I think he needs a bath.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RuE9D1nIIqI/AAAAAAAAAOA/swrlLaH64qc/s1600-h/br+crate+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RuE9D1nIIqI/AAAAAAAAAOA/swrlLaH64qc/s320/br+crate+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107430588554945186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was doing a bit of scratching.  Who knows... he might be a white rabbit covered with dirt(or something else.)  Maybe I should name him Itchy...  or Oneear... or Mooeye...  I think he is an Itchy.  Hopefully I don't forget he is in my bag. Mr. Wiggles rarely comes out of my bag.  I'll have to take him for a walk sometime.  Itchy will probably keep Mr. Wiggles company in my bag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-5240554931929685753?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/5240554931929685753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=5240554931929685753' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/5240554931929685753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/5240554931929685753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/09/bunny-by-druid-trainer.html' title='Bunny by the druid trainer...'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RuE3mFnIImI/AAAAAAAAANg/Rg9FLpW1bS4/s72-c/exodar+bunny+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-8809323665765704493</id><published>2007-09-02T00:41:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T00:54:36.179-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='druid'/><title type='text'>Goldshire bunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RtqTjlnIIlI/AAAAAAAAANY/iTOA-8QG9QM/s1600-h/goldshire+bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RtqTjlnIIlI/AAAAAAAAANY/iTOA-8QG9QM/s320/goldshire+bunny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105555367178805842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was running in Goldshire one day and there was a bunny bouncing across the road.  But I was on my way to Westfall and was unable to stop and play with bunnies.  Maybe another day I will have time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-8809323665765704493?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/8809323665765704493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=8809323665765704493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/8809323665765704493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/8809323665765704493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/09/goldshire-bunny.html' title='Goldshire bunny'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RtqTjlnIIlI/AAAAAAAAANY/iTOA-8QG9QM/s72-c/goldshire+bunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-729869598098193825</id><published>2007-08-29T11:28:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T00:51:05.105-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='druid'/><title type='text'>Moonglade bunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RtXl6lnIIjI/AAAAAAAAANI/_PdIwLcRQGg/s1600-h/moonglade+bunny+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RtXl6lnIIjI/AAAAAAAAANI/_PdIwLcRQGg/s320/moonglade+bunny+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104238547385721394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bun.&lt;br /&gt;Bunny.&lt;br /&gt;White and brown fur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bun bun.&lt;br /&gt;Moonglade bunny,&lt;br /&gt;Never stopping, always moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bun bun, bun.&lt;br /&gt;In the glow of the moon,&lt;br /&gt;Munching on grass, a twitching nose, flick of an ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up the hill, down the slop, to the left, then the right.&lt;br /&gt;Big shiny dark brown eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Bun, bun bun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn and turn, watching you hop.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;Bun Bun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Moonfire!&lt;br /&gt;Bunny,&lt;br /&gt;Plop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RtXrelnIIkI/AAAAAAAAANQ/BYd_6AgiQiQ/s1600-h/moonglade+bunny+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RtXrelnIIkI/AAAAAAAAANQ/BYd_6AgiQiQ/s320/moonglade+bunny+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104244663419150914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(\__/)&lt;br /&gt;(='.'=)&lt;br /&gt;(")_(")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-729869598098193825?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/729869598098193825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=729869598098193825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/729869598098193825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/729869598098193825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/08/moonglade-bunny.html' title='Moonglade bunny'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RtXl6lnIIjI/AAAAAAAAANI/_PdIwLcRQGg/s72-c/moonglade+bunny+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-22861056786985464</id><published>2007-08-26T01:52:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T02:22:17.057-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hanahime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warrior'/><title type='text'>101 days old</title><content type='html'>It was a few weeks ago that I decided it was time to leave the care of Hanahime to someone else.  He will be staying with all the other  retired chocobos.   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RtFp8FnIIhI/AAAAAAAAAM4/emndK4ROnGk/s1600-h/hanahime+plaque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RtFp8FnIIhI/AAAAAAAAAM4/emndK4ROnGk/s400/hanahime+plaque.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102976333806838290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I received a green chocobo plaque and a certificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose to retire Hime early because I have moved to Sand'Oria for a little while and would not be able to care for him from such a far distance.  I have business in  Sand'Oria  that will only allow  me to return to Bastok periodically.  Moo has moved into my rented room in Sand'Oria.  He seems unaffected by the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raising a chocobo takes up time and energy.   Maybe when I have settled back  into my Bastok home I might be able to raise another chocobo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to talk with the Bastok trainer and remember all the time spent with Hime. Things that happened so long ago... I didn't remember most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will still be able to see Hime if I use my chocobo whistle.  I might even do some races when I am back in Bastok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-22861056786985464?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/22861056786985464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=22861056786985464' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/22861056786985464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/22861056786985464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/08/101-days-old.html' title='101 days old'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RtFp8FnIIhI/AAAAAAAAAM4/emndK4ROnGk/s72-c/hanahime+plaque.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-6243556122478750930</id><published>2007-08-22T09:46:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T19:44:18.276-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moogle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warrior'/><title type='text'>Frightening moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RsyTGS4gOQI/AAAAAAAAAMg/FbE3ib0qDAI/s1600-h/moogle+head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RsyTGS4gOQI/AAAAAAAAAMg/FbE3ib0qDAI/s400/moogle+head.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101614214261258498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started one normal Vana' diel Windsday.   I spent the day strolling in Bastok Markets, finishing up some errands.   Like usual I occasionally stop to chat with a few people.   I sat at Firewater Circle for a little while to enjoy the fountain mist and had lunch.   Lunch was a bunny sandwich and some grapes that Moo packed in my bag for me.  The grapes were Sand'Orian grapes that I had bought when I went on my trip to Sand'Oria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.   My trip to Sand'Oria, that reminds me... One day when I got home I found Moo all by himself, cooking up some stew.   Moo said our friend Blood bunny had to leave because of an emergency.  I was a little saddened, not being able to bid farewell to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the so called normal Windsday... I did my window shopping at Dragon Claws Weaponry Store and Carmelide's Jewelry.   All those shiny things.   No purchases for me.   Moo would be upset if I cluttered up the house with things I do not use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... this brings me to the frightening moment.   I got home a bit tired from all the walking.   So maybe I was just dreaming.   This is how I remember it... I was talking with Moo and suddenly he burst into flames and sparks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RsyaXy4gORI/AAAAAAAAAMo/OQ98lswM3Jw/s1600-h/moogle+on+fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RsyaXy4gORI/AAAAAAAAAMo/OQ98lswM3Jw/s400/moogle+on+fire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101622211490363666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Moo in flames.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what it was.   If he was fuming angry.   Or if I had sun heat affecting my vision.   Just as I was reaching for a bucket of water, the flames disappeared.   In a bit of shock I didn't say anything.   Moo acted like nothing happened and did a twirl.  I'll ask him about it another day, or maybe visit the doctor and ask about flaming moogles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-6243556122478750930?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/6243556122478750930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=6243556122478750930' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/6243556122478750930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/6243556122478750930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/08/frightening-moment.html' title='Frightening moment'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RsyTGS4gOQI/AAAAAAAAAMg/FbE3ib0qDAI/s72-c/moogle+head.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-8174817446759091620</id><published>2007-08-17T04:15:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T13:11:15.155-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warrior'/><title type='text'>Team work...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RsWuAS4gOPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/lSXW_aHTdDY/s1600-h/mage%27s+ballad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RsWuAS4gOPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/lSXW_aHTdDY/s320/mage%27s+ballad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099673473159018738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Long, long ago I was in Sandoria.  I was asked by Vilatroire to form into a group.  Each task of forming a group had a different requirement.   Let me think... Same nation, Bastok... Same race, Hume... Same job, we did white mage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the Elvaans in the watch tower were part of a group that works to guard Sand'Oria.  They are loyal to each other.  They trust each other to do what they need to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We had gathered here to get a Mage's ballad scroll for Eckardt.  Kaname joined us to add another Hume from Bastok into the bunch.  Toaster who seems to be invisible must have been running to us as I took the picture.  And Valynne joined in to do the same job group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RsWtri4gOOI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/bKeXB9KEXAU/s1600-h/mage%27s+ballad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 159px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RsWtri4gOOI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/bKeXB9KEXAU/s200/mage%27s+ballad2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099673116676733154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-8174817446759091620?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/8174817446759091620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=8174817446759091620' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/8174817446759091620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/8174817446759091620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/08/team-work.html' title='Team work...'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RsWuAS4gOPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/lSXW_aHTdDY/s72-c/mage%27s+ballad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-950226199657787081</id><published>2007-08-14T01:47:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T09:46:39.168-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='druid'/><title type='text'>Black and Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RsLwn6K_i2I/AAAAAAAAAL4/fXBPBdCnn6s/s1600-h/blue+boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RsLwn6K_i2I/AAAAAAAAAL4/fXBPBdCnn6s/s400/blue+boots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098902296557751138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Black and blue striped socks.  I like the socks.  I am not to fond of the shoes.  The thing with these socks is that they do not match anything that I wear.  Hopefully I will find something to match these socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RsLx-6K_i4I/AAAAAAAAAMI/wEmjcWau2O8/s1600-h/whiteshirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RsLx-6K_i4I/AAAAAAAAAMI/wEmjcWau2O8/s200/whiteshirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098903791206370178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A white shirt made by Glane arrived by mail.   I have a feeling he may have ran a little short on materials.  It has long sleeves but is rather revealing in the midriff area. &lt;picture&gt;&lt;picture&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wondered how everyone's mail fits in that mailbox outside of the inn.  Maybe I can ask Topher about it later.&lt;/picture&gt;&lt;/picture&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-950226199657787081?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/950226199657787081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=950226199657787081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/950226199657787081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/950226199657787081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/08/black-and-blue.html' title='Black and Blue'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RsLwn6K_i2I/AAAAAAAAAL4/fXBPBdCnn6s/s72-c/blue+boots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-6881591252067593331</id><published>2007-08-13T13:09:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T01:46:40.803-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warrior'/><title type='text'>What is this guy thinking?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RsDlLKK_ixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/C4I3HdTAsdA/s1600-h/Ruillont2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RsDlLKK_ixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/C4I3HdTAsdA/s320/Ruillont2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098326758055185170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I happened upon Ruillont he was hiding behind a rock.  He was wearing leather armor and did not have a sword.  I rather not insult people and tell them what they should and should not be wearing.  I think each person should learn on their own what they need to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he insisted that his friends would be there soon with a sword for him.  I got rid of a few crabs that were near by. I gave him some roasted rabbit and a loaf of bread, and wished him luck.   I then went on my way.  I think he is at a safe spot, he should be fine for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;~@~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Moo: Perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I've been thinking about something I heard at a funeral.  "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Man is not perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"  And just recently I talked to someone that brought up that very same subject, that man is not perfect.  Of course there was more to that conversation... but this one statement sticks with me as I ponder it often.  "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Man is not perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Why does man need to be perfect?  What does it mean to be perfect?  Are we all not perfect, since nobody can be who we are?(We are our perfect selves.)  What is the need to be better than others?  Why must people stomp on others to make themselves feel better?  Or even... why must people think others are just trying to hurt them?  Where do all these insecurities and fears come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-6881591252067593331?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/6881591252067593331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=6881591252067593331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/6881591252067593331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/6881591252067593331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-is-this-guy-thinking.html' title='What is this guy thinking?'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RsDlLKK_ixI/AAAAAAAAALQ/C4I3HdTAsdA/s72-c/Ruillont2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-9030920905008637991</id><published>2007-08-12T02:47:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T02:57:21.380-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='druid'/><title type='text'>Topher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rr8BfKK_ivI/AAAAAAAAALA/H9xSbMy62KI/s1600-h/inn+keeper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rr8BfKK_ivI/AAAAAAAAALA/H9xSbMy62KI/s400/inn+keeper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097794938024725234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been staying at Caregiver Topher Loaal's Inn.  Makes me wonder... he always seems to have a broom and a piece of food in his hands.  Is he cleaning? cooking? having lunch?  I wonder if he has every mistakenly swept the floor with a shank of meat.  Or gnawed on the broom.  Some days he does look a bit tired.  I tend to find my own food and not eat at the Inn.  I rather not know what "spices" goes on the meat Topher cooks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-9030920905008637991?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/9030920905008637991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=9030920905008637991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/9030920905008637991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/9030920905008637991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/08/topher.html' title='Topher'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rr8BfKK_ivI/AAAAAAAAALA/H9xSbMy62KI/s72-c/inn+keeper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-3966909311094444495</id><published>2007-08-11T01:49:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T02:07:19.422-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warrior'/><title type='text'>Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rr73q6K_iuI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qk2Zyms-rG4/s1600-h/moogle+sunbreeze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rr73q6K_iuI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qk2Zyms-rG4/s400/moogle+sunbreeze.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097784144771910370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moogles are back for the summer.  The towns are decorated with the nations' colors.  Events are going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rr2iXaK_ioI/AAAAAAAAAKI/zF5q2HgUNb4/s1600-h/bastok+sunbreeze+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rr2iXaK_ioI/AAAAAAAAAKI/zF5q2HgUNb4/s400/bastok+sunbreeze+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097408876299389570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bastok Markets Fountian&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rr2jMaK_iqI/AAAAAAAAAKY/AykFgFb--uY/s1600-h/Windurst+sunbreeze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rr2jMaK_iqI/AAAAAAAAAKY/AykFgFb--uY/s400/Windurst+sunbreeze.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097409786832456354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Windurst Woods Fountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rr2jDaK_ipI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/OgEW4d7kAPQ/s1600-h/Windurst+sunbreeze+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rr2jDaK_ipI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/OgEW4d7kAPQ/s400/Windurst+sunbreeze+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097409632213633682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;View from below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rr2jT6K_irI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vL2SEfzOrXI/s1600-h/Sandoria+sunbreeze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rr2jT6K_irI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vL2SEfzOrXI/s400/Sandoria+sunbreeze.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097409915681475250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;North Sand'Oria&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tarutaru slaves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rr2jdqK_isI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ieUpKWuveqU/s1600-h/bastok+sunbreeze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rr2jdqK_isI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ieUpKWuveqU/s200/bastok+sunbreeze.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097410083185199810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rr2jmaK_itI/AAAAAAAAAKw/GlGwYh3rC9w/s1600-h/Sandoria+sunbreeze+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rr2jmaK_itI/AAAAAAAAAKw/GlGwYh3rC9w/s200/Sandoria+sunbreeze+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097410233509055186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I asked these Tarutaru... do you not get tired dancing all day?  He said "This is what I am here to do, it does not matter if I feel tired or not." With a smile she said "This is my job."  The Tarutaru in Windurst were doing a bit of marching around the fountian.  And in all nations they were high up in the platforms dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone needs to form a Tarutaru union.  I don't think they are getting a very good deal here.  Day and night dancing and dancing.  Standing in one spot.   If I had to do that I think my arms would fall off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Moogles can have a union I seriously think these Tarutaru should have one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-3966909311094444495?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/3966909311094444495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=3966909311094444495' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/3966909311094444495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/3966909311094444495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/08/festival.html' title='Festival'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rr73q6K_iuI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qk2Zyms-rG4/s72-c/moogle+sunbreeze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-5239787422561273652</id><published>2007-08-09T13:28:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T16:09:15.586-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warrior'/><title type='text'>Bun.. bun.. Blood Bunny blood.</title><content type='html'>Bun bun bun...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RrukDaK_ieI/AAAAAAAAAI4/VS-3qGzXu9s/s1600-h/blood+bunny+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RrukDaK_ieI/AAAAAAAAAI4/VS-3qGzXu9s/s200/blood+bunny+one.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096847781771839970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordelles Cave has the cute bunnies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I attempted to convince one of them to come visit my moogle.  But they were rather playful.  With a touch of their foot on me, a cloud of magenta would appear.  Was this an illusion or was this blood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RrumZKK_iiI/AAAAAAAAAJY/mKMzjnInASA/s1600-h/blood+bunny+two.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RrumZKK_iiI/AAAAAAAAAJY/mKMzjnInASA/s200/blood+bunny+two.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096850354457250338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When the bunny used his tail, yellow sparks flew out and glittered in the air.  Moo would so enjoy a friend like Blood Bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great dodge that was!  Feisty ball of fur.  A  quick spin and a whip of his tail.  My sword fell without a touch on his hair.  The quickness and speed, what fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh? What is this?  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rruo9KK_ijI/AAAAAAAAAJg/t0ixPflp6Fg/s1600-h/blood+bunny+three.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rruo9KK_ijI/AAAAAAAAAJg/t0ixPflp6Fg/s200/blood+bunny+three.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096853171955796530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pblft... Cough... Gwack... Dusty dust.  Ooooohhh... was a lovely dust move.  The whole area was filled like a wild dust storm.  I could just make out the figure of the bunny in front of me.  He did not run away, but stayed to have more fun and play.  Blood Bunnies have no fear and do not run and hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RruqkaK_ikI/AAAAAAAAAJo/VDw_lJews9I/s1600-h/blood+bunny+four.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RruqkaK_ikI/AAAAAAAAAJo/VDw_lJews9I/s200/blood+bunny+four.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096854945777289794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I managed to create a pretty blue light glow.   Bunnies are not the only ones that  are able to  do sparkles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My great sword skill increased with all the training on Blood bunnies.  I had to move with better accuracy and intent, for Blood Bunnies do not fool around.  They have skills that I tried to match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I switched from my great sword to my lance.   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RrutbaK_ilI/AAAAAAAAAJw/W3BbKN9N-FI/s1600-h/blood+bunny+five.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RrutbaK_ilI/AAAAAAAAAJw/W3BbKN9N-FI/s200/blood+bunny+five.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096858089693350482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My newest lance is a pretty blue fork.  I was showing Bloody bunny how a fork is used.  He dodged my first lunge.  But I was able to get his ears on the second one.  He was lucky he did not jump up or he would have lost an eye or two.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RrutzqK_imI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/QgUHnXVU_oQ/s1600-h/blood+bunny+seven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RrutzqK_imI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/QgUHnXVU_oQ/s400/blood+bunny+seven.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096858506305178210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the end Blood bunny gave me a hug.   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RruuZqK_inI/AAAAAAAAAKA/uzTwh_uLDIc/s1600-h/blood+bunny+six.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RruuZqK_inI/AAAAAAAAAKA/uzTwh_uLDIc/s200/blood+bunny+six.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096859159140207218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had so much fun.   He agreed to come stay with Moo for a few days.   I blew on my chocobo whistle and Hanahime appeared.  We headed to Sand'Oria for some shopping.  We were also able to picked up a chocobo that needed to returned to Bastok.  So we did not have to pay for our chocobo ride back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bun... bun... bun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-5239787422561273652?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/5239787422561273652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=5239787422561273652' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/5239787422561273652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/5239787422561273652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/08/bun-bun-blood-bunny-blood.html' title='Bun.. bun.. Blood Bunny blood.'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RrukDaK_ieI/AAAAAAAAAI4/VS-3qGzXu9s/s72-c/blood+bunny+one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-441513950215010822</id><published>2007-08-08T11:39:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T11:59:07.750-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='druid'/><title type='text'>Cartographer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cartographers.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead cartographers.  Harbinger Mikolaas was worried about his men that he sent to gather information.  I went looking for the group thinking they just found a pretty object and got distracted by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rro536K_icI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ercWauEXTss/s1600-h/cartographer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rro536K_icI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ercWauEXTss/s320/cartographer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096449560994089410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unable to do anything about the fallen Draenei bodies, being that they were surrounded by Nagas(Wrathscale,) I searched for the survey data crystal that would have all the information that they had discovered.  I could not find any crystal in their possessions.  I began looking for the crystal on the Nagas.  After a while I found the Naga that had taken the crystal.  Harbinger was sadden by the news of his fallen men.  He seems more determined in his purpose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-441513950215010822?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/441513950215010822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=441513950215010822' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/441513950215010822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/441513950215010822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/08/cartographer.html' title='Cartographer'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rro536K_icI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ercWauEXTss/s72-c/cartographer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-2659015270035423167</id><published>2007-08-06T23:43:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T00:27:47.261-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='druid'/><title type='text'>Lash This</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rrg_5KK_ibI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jsvLvxRCitI/s1600-h/thistle+lasher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rrg_5KK_ibI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jsvLvxRCitI/s320/thistle+lasher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095893229585271218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one day I was walking in the forest, as I often find myself doing.  And out of no where a Thistle Lasher start lashing its thorny vine like limbs at me.  What was I to do?  Such an unpleasant creature one might say.  I would have chop off its limbs if I had a blade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would anything want to be so mean?  Why would it want to lash out at people?  Does this creatures find some pleasure in torturing others?  As they touch others with their limbs, how can they not notice the other wince in pain?  Can the Lasher be so thoughtless of how others feel?  Or do people not say anything and just let themselves be pierced by thorns?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But should we be fooled into thinking nature is full of kindness and good?  People are sometimes blinded into thinking that good is what should exist.  Doing something because you think it is good can't be the same as doing something which may so happen to be viewed as good.  Just because you do things and are able to fool people does not make who you truly are any better or less than what you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There must be some type of balance and understanding of things in this world.  I should not think that someone is trying to hurt me.  But I will defend myself if I feel I am being attacked and let the attacker know what they are doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Thistle although you poke people with your sharp thorns, in there some where I shall think of you as a creature that has balance of good and bad.  For you may have been having a bad day.  But I am glad you are able to express yourself without fear of what others think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-2659015270035423167?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/2659015270035423167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=2659015270035423167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/2659015270035423167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/2659015270035423167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/08/lash-this_07.html' title='Lash This'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rrg_5KK_ibI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jsvLvxRCitI/s72-c/thistle+lasher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-3583194083209553956</id><published>2007-08-01T02:04:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T02:39:26.221-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='druid'/><title type='text'>Flying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RrB3AqK_iYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/QA7Duu_S4Yc/s1600-h/griff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RrB3AqK_iYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/QA7Duu_S4Yc/s400/griff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093702031760132482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;Flying in the night sky can be so peaceful...&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the stars, and even though I fly closer to them, they still seem so far away.  Nothing around...  as I watch the twinkling stars in the pale gray sky, the deep blue of the seas and the dark hues of the lands below.  The only sound is the flap flap of the gryphon's wings as we breeze through the cold crisp night air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at the ground, it all seems so unreal.  Then I think, what would happen if I fell.  Whoosh... when I reached the ground would I bounce? Would I go thunk? Or would it be more of a splat? A sploosh? I shift my weight to get a better look at what is down below.  But my gryphon adjusts so that I do not fall, blocking my view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would happen if I pulled out some feathers?  Would the gryphon be upset?  Would it make it difficult  to fly?  Would he dump me off and let me fall fall fall... splat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-3583194083209553956?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/3583194083209553956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=3583194083209553956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/3583194083209553956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/3583194083209553956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/08/flying.html' title='Flying'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RrB3AqK_iYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/QA7Duu_S4Yc/s72-c/griff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-4576915958319941197</id><published>2007-07-16T14:21:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T15:18:52.183-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warrior'/><title type='text'>Comrades</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mister Pavvke's memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking in Bastok Mines one day I met Mister Pavvke.  He invited me to his home for lunch.  He had a yummy pot of bunny stew on the fire.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RpwUtZWeJbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/WsHPGtUiXOw/s1600-h/cooking+pot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RpwUtZWeJbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/WsHPGtUiXOw/s200/cooking+pot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087964449153623474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat down and he talked about Bastok and its people.  He also told me a story of how he worked in the Palborough Mines with his fellow mining comrades.  Cornelia stop in briefly, as Mister Pavvke told me his story, and she spoke of silver name tags.  How she wanted to find some for Mister Pavvke, the tags belonged to the individuals who lost their lives in an accident.  There had been an explosion in the mines and Mister Pavvke lost many of his comrades.  As he talks about the days in Palborough he always gets a sad look upon his face as he remembers that day long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RpwVsZWeJcI/AAAAAAAAAH0/sEff60dizig/s1600-h/Pavvke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RpwVsZWeJcI/AAAAAAAAAH0/sEff60dizig/s200/Pavvke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087965531485382082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He stood up to look at the wall where he displays the picture of the days in the mines.  And seemed lost in his thoughts of the past.  It was then that I decided to go and visit Palborough Mines to look for the tags of his fallen comrades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rented a chocobo and went to the mines.  There were abandoned tools and mining cars.  I came across one tag that I found on a quadav.  I guess they like shiny things.  I took the barge, that was once used to transport the materials to Bastok, to get back to Zehrun Mines.  And gave the tag I found to Mister Pavvke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RpwWKpWeJdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ctt85jc3v5E/s1600-h/choco+head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RpwWKpWeJdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ctt85jc3v5E/s200/choco+head.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087966051176424914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Strange Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an odd sight.  I'm not sure what I saw but... yeah you figure it out yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-4576915958319941197?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/4576915958319941197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=4576915958319941197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/4576915958319941197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/4576915958319941197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/07/comrades.html' title='Comrades'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RpwUtZWeJbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/WsHPGtUiXOw/s72-c/cooking+pot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-8498584131247532803</id><published>2007-07-10T14:05:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T14:37:16.204-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warrior'/><title type='text'>Celestial Nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M.H.M.U.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RpQitdTkGuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-cXtd_LIErM/s1600-h/haiku+event.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RpQitdTkGuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-cXtd_LIErM/s200/haiku+event.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085728043564276450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RpQn3dTkGvI/AAAAAAAAAHk/lDY2KZbmjgo/s1600-h/bamboo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RpQn3dTkGvI/AAAAAAAAAHk/lDY2KZbmjgo/s200/bamboo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085733712921107186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moogles are back..   They are teleporting people to the three cities.  I visited each city and got a sprig of bamboo grass from each nation.  The moogle has been giving me a gift of chocobo tickets each time I teleport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of celestial nights is long, I remember hearing it a child. The short version... princess meets prince.  They send each other poems because they lived far from each other.  Prince goes to battle and dies. Hanging haikus from the bamboo is to remember the friendship they had....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My dear friend bunny,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would you like to play with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh fun, bounce, flip, spin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why the dirt in my eye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Want to play? I'll play with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Swish, poke, swipe, whack, smack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did I get your eye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where did your fuzzy tail go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flying in the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did you need that ear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't worry you have one more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oopsy, no you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs, I still like you.&lt;br /&gt;No eye, fuzzy tail and ears.&lt;br /&gt;Come and play with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will name you George.&lt;br /&gt;You can come and live with me,&lt;br /&gt;Meet my dear moogle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moo will sew your tail.&lt;br /&gt;And fix your ears like new,&lt;br /&gt;Patch your eye, or sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no more dust kicks,&lt;br /&gt;And I will not use my sword,&lt;br /&gt;Play again, more fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-8498584131247532803?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/8498584131247532803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=8498584131247532803' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/8498584131247532803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/8498584131247532803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/07/celestial-nights.html' title='Celestial Nights'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RpQitdTkGuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-cXtd_LIErM/s72-c/haiku+event.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-3809021349774452334</id><published>2007-07-10T02:20:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T02:36:18.646-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warrior'/><title type='text'>Fire on a mountain</title><content type='html'>Bastok is where most Humes and Galkas live and I meet new people everyday.  I went to find myself a meal while wandering around Metalworks.  I came across the Craftsman Eatery.  Here I met Hungry Wolf.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RpN6xdTkGsI/AAAAAAAAAHM/mCTBJvq9FIA/s1600-h/hungry+wolf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RpN6xdTkGsI/AAAAAAAAAHM/mCTBJvq9FIA/s200/hungry+wolf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085543394330286786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was quite large, towering over me.  He talked about foods from near and far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He mentioned a fire in Gustaberg.  So I went with some sheep meat to the fire.  I placed the meat on the fire and let it cook for a day.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RpN8ENTkGtI/AAAAAAAAAHU/B1URWlLN_zY/s1600-h/jioji+on+the+mountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RpN8ENTkGtI/AAAAAAAAAHU/B1URWlLN_zY/s200/jioji+on+the+mountain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085544815964461778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The sheep meat turned into a galkan sausage.  I'm not sure how this fire works or why the sheep meat I place on the fire turns itself into a sausage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a sausage back to Hungry wolf, and he gave me a bit of gil for it.  I sure hope he enjoys it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I eat more I can grow to be as large as a galka.  But then I would not be able to hide as easily.  Must be difficult finding armor that fits.  But Hungry wolf wasn't wearing much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-3809021349774452334?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/3809021349774452334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=3809021349774452334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/3809021349774452334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/3809021349774452334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/07/fire-on-mountain.html' title='Fire on a mountain'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RpN6xdTkGsI/AAAAAAAAAHM/mCTBJvq9FIA/s72-c/hungry+wolf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-3145888703497782275</id><published>2007-07-06T01:51:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T02:20:29.796-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warrior'/><title type='text'>Crabs yummy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another day at the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Highlands doing a Hot and Cold game with Hanahime and decided to walk over to Dune for a walk in the sand.  The white sand can be quite blinding during fire weather.  I was just going to take the Outpost warp back to town when I saw a.... if you guessed bunny you are not correct... I saw a crab.  I started to poke it with my spear.  The squeeky noises it makes are funny.  I left the dune bunnies alone this time.  Crab meat, crab shells, and rock salt. When I could not hold anymore things I headed back to bastok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-3145888703497782275?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/3145888703497782275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=3145888703497782275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/3145888703497782275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/3145888703497782275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/07/crabs-yummy.html' title='Crabs yummy!'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-4328755469459653618</id><published>2007-07-03T02:27:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T14:58:37.060-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moo'/><title type='text'>-.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Something to think about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Are people who use windower and other third party programs cheaters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;And can they really say the game is easy when they are not playing the game with its original features?(If I take a test and have the answer, is it really that big of an accomplishment?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-4328755469459653618?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/4328755469459653618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=4328755469459653618' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/4328755469459653618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/4328755469459653618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/07/omgwtfbbq.html' title='-.-'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-256849055884192705</id><published>2007-06-19T13:31:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T01:58:01.542-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='druid'/><title type='text'>Herbs.. Herbs.. mushrooms...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RnhnaGjYoLI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fGkXLAA7QdI/s1600-h/herbalist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RnhnaGjYoLI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fGkXLAA7QdI/s320/herbalist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077922277993521330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The herbalist in Azuremyst always has bags and bags of herbs.  He keeps telling me he finds them in the forest.  When I first started looking for herbs all I was able to pick were some white flowers called Peaceblooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rnhn_GjYoMI/AAAAAAAAAG0/TAASoiHMsNM/s1600-h/mushroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rnhn_GjYoMI/AAAAAAAAAG0/TAASoiHMsNM/s320/mushroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077922913648681154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well while on Bloodmyst Isle, I met Jessera of Mac' Aree.  I was told that there are mushrooms that could be dangerous.  Jessera is a mushroom collector.  The mushrooms are very odd.  The Blood Mushroom glows so bright that I saw it from a distance.  I had to dive in to the river to harvest the Aquatic Stinkhorn.  And was attacked by a monster that swam by.  Once I left the water it didn't not chase me.  It seems it just didn't want me in the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other two mushrooms were, Runious Polyspore and Fel Cone Fungus.  Those I found while walking around.  I was very careful in handling all of these strange mushrooms.  And since it took me several days to collect all of the mushrooms I made sure to take care of my bag that contained the mushrooms.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RnhpxWjYoOI/AAAAAAAAAHE/r_ktGGhCDd0/s1600-h/mush2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RnhpxWjYoOI/AAAAAAAAAHE/r_ktGGhCDd0/s200/mush2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077924876448735458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to Jessera  with the mushrooms, I was given some cuffs and payment.  I don't know about collecting any mushrooms for a while.  I think I inhaled too many spores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have yet to find the nice leafy greens that the herbalist always has.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-256849055884192705?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/256849055884192705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=256849055884192705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/256849055884192705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/256849055884192705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/06/herbs-herbs-mushrooms_19.html' title='Herbs.. Herbs.. mushrooms...'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RnhnaGjYoLI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fGkXLAA7QdI/s72-c/herbalist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-5808317391575254888</id><published>2007-06-14T02:14:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T02:17:31.133-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='druid'/><title type='text'>Green? yes, I am green</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RnExgWjYoGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Qa2_75umBdE/s1600-h/green+clothes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RnExgWjYoGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Qa2_75umBdE/s400/green+clothes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075892686902829154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in green.  The guy behind me gave me these shorts.  They match my top.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-5808317391575254888?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/5808317391575254888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=5808317391575254888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/5808317391575254888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/5808317391575254888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/06/green-yes-i-am-green.html' title='Green? yes, I am green'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RnExgWjYoGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Qa2_75umBdE/s72-c/green+clothes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-9054304243152250016</id><published>2007-06-12T02:11:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T02:54:05.526-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='druid'/><title type='text'>Defeat... Lord Xiz and I...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lord Xiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rm6TJWjYoFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Ogo0IHIpSTA/s1600-h/lord+xix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rm6TJWjYoFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Ogo0IHIpSTA/s320/lord+xix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075155618975227986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I experienced my first defeat.  I was sent to slay Lord Xiz, making my way to the ruins from Bloodwatch was of no trouble. I walked up to the treasure chest that was there and opened it.  I became stuck and unable to move.   I thought I had enough time to open the chest and place the items in my bag before Lord Xiz came back to the chest. Had I misjudged the time I needed?   As I stood there unable to move Lord Xiz came up to me and started hitting me over and over... I guess frozen with fear?  Maybe not...(There had been a maintenance and I was getting a lot of lag.) What a fierce battle.  After returning to my fallen body, I had a short but terrifying worry of freezing up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spell casting skills are slow but I was able to kill Lord Xiz.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rm6Q6GjYoDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l6hJlN33rXs/s1600-h/lord+xiz+banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rm6Q6GjYoDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l6hJlN33rXs/s200/lord+xiz+banner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075153157958967346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I planted a banner in him as I was told to do.  The banner made an interesting flash and noise as it impaled the fallen Lord.  The the power of the Draenei was declared.  Although heavy handed violence is not the way of the Draenei, sometimes it is the only way.  Hopefully the Naga see the banner and realized that they should take what is not theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rm6Q6GjYoDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l6hJlN33rXs/s1600-h/lord+xiz+banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-9054304243152250016?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/9054304243152250016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=9054304243152250016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/9054304243152250016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/9054304243152250016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/06/defeat.html' title='Defeat... Lord Xiz and I...'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rm6TJWjYoFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Ogo0IHIpSTA/s72-c/lord+xix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-4626128634418468951</id><published>2007-06-08T02:08:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T02:19:09.792-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hanahime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chic'/><title type='text'>Oh what a ride!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hanahime day 29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Hanahime turned into an adult.  He has a long beak, so he looks a little different than his father Momo.  We took a long walk today and met Brutus, he was walking with Brilliant.  Hime and Brilliant quickly became friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I traveled to Sand'Oria to speak to Hantileon about a chocobo whistle. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RmlI72jYn8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/6nGLZjb9KdE/s1600-h/Jioandhantileon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RmlI72jYn8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/6nGLZjb9KdE/s200/Jioandhantileon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073666648302985154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He told me to check my bond with Hime.  And that sometimes chocobos hide things and if I check when he was not looking I might be able to find a dirty handkerchief.  I quickly made my way back to Bastok using my trickstaff II.  Hime and I took a short walk near a waterfall.  He turned to look at the water and I noticed something on the ground, it was the dirty handkerchief.  Upon returning from our walk I rented a chocobo and went back to Sand'Oria.  Hantileon gave me a chocobo whistle. I returned to Bastok,  Zapago let me register Hime and prepared a saddle for Hime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RmlPyGjYoAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UKaiUd7YHjA/s1600-h/himetwo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RmlPyGjYoAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UKaiUd7YHjA/s200/himetwo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073674177380655106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hime and I went for a little ride to the lighthouse that is right outside of Bastok Mines. We enjoyed the ocean view in the moonlight, as we watched the moon rise in the sky. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RmlQJWjYoBI/AAAAAAAAAFc/inUcYm-3OSo/s1600-h/himeone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RmlQJWjYoBI/AAAAAAAAAFc/inUcYm-3OSo/s200/himeone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073674576812613650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hime and I have many more adventures and places to look forward to.  But I am sure we will always remember this moonlit first ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chic so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RmlMo2jYn_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/2SOGURtdufA/s1600-h/Petite+Chic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RmlMo2jYn_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/2SOGURtdufA/s200/Petite+Chic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073670719931981810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chic looks like a smaller cuter version of Momo.  I hope to get a picture of Chic and Hime together soon.  They have played many times together at Kamp Kweh.  But they grew up in different cities.  Chic lives at the Sand'Oria stables.  The training in Sand'Oria is helping her become a very strong chocobo.  I'm sure Hime's little older sister(Chic) can out run him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-4626128634418468951?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/4626128634418468951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=4626128634418468951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/4626128634418468951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/4626128634418468951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-what-ride.html' title='Oh what a ride!'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RmlI72jYn8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/6nGLZjb9KdE/s72-c/Jioandhantileon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-2198206899007081368</id><published>2007-06-06T03:51:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T01:43:36.179-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warrior'/><title type='text'>Flashing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lure of the wildcat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rma8OmjYn5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/iVpk4Rcf2aQ/s1600-h/flash1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rma8OmjYn5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/iVpk4Rcf2aQ/s320/flash1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072948989332594578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alib-Mufalib told me about his mercenary company that he belonged to, the Salaheem's Sentinels.  I kneeled down to take the blue sentinel badge that he handed me.  He wanted me to help him recruit members. He asked me to flash people.  I was a little hesitant about this but I agreed to help him.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RmcoLGjYn6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/Mi7w5naxc4w/s1600-h/flash2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RmcoLGjYn6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/Mi7w5naxc4w/s200/flash2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073067676458852258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I didn't understand Alib-Mufalib, because I flashed Kaela and she was a bit confused.  She noticed my blue badge and spoke to me about it.  Hmmmm... ahhhhh... Alib-Mufalib maybe wanted me to flash the blue badge around.  This all went much better once I realized this.  I'm glad I realized that it was the badge that I was flashing before I got to Manilam.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RmcqSWjYn7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ZQsz6tDRFdY/s1600-h/flash3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RmcqSWjYn7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/ZQsz6tDRFdY/s200/flash3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073070000036159410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know if I would have wanted to flash him.  He looked a little too interested in the badge or maybe he was staring at me.  I started carrying the badge in my hand instead of wearing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after I visited all twenty people on Alib-Mufalib's list and made my way back to Port Bastok.  I received a blue invitation card.  Alib-Mufalib also told me he would teleport me to Aht for a fee of 300gil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-2198206899007081368?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/2198206899007081368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=2198206899007081368' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/2198206899007081368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/2198206899007081368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/06/flashing.html' title='Flashing...'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rma8OmjYn5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/iVpk4Rcf2aQ/s72-c/flash1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-1805597923718392711</id><published>2007-06-05T00:53:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T01:50:45.077-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warrior'/><title type='text'>filled with So Much ACK.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RmVBhWjYn4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/GVDwxUqGT4Y/s1600-h/Jio+adventure+cert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RmVBhWjYn4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/GVDwxUqGT4Y/s400/Jio+adventure+cert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072532596548214658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the adventure's certificate that the Moogle gAve to me. i stuCK it on my moghouSe wall. i'M not sure of whAt it says sinCe the print was an unreadable piece of worK. maybe i Still have dust in My eyes from All the bunnies' dust Clouds.  or maybe the whirling KickS gave Me A Concussion.  who KnowS what it Might be, All i know is my vision seems a bit unClear when i looK at things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.S. i would like to Make this entry be dedicated to Alcindor for the Constant smiles he brings to everyone and all the work he does for gys.  thanK you alcindo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-1805597923718392711?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/1805597923718392711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=1805597923718392711' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/1805597923718392711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/1805597923718392711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/06/filled-with-so-much-ack.html' title='filled with So Much ACK.....'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RmVBhWjYn4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/GVDwxUqGT4Y/s72-c/Jio+adventure+cert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-1749853520091822523</id><published>2007-06-03T03:47:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T05:08:58.886-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moogle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warrior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='druid'/><title type='text'>This and that...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Spanking new staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RmLG8qkDFEI/AAAAAAAAADc/Be_wSDsf2O4/s1600-h/Jio+signet+staff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RmLG8qkDFEI/AAAAAAAAADc/Be_wSDsf2O4/s200/Jio+signet+staff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071834875892536386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I decide to check with my moogle and see what he had for me.  And what do I find?   Alcindor has sent me a wonderful signet staff.  Oh what fun I been having with the staff and I have yet to leave my moghouse.   I'm sure my moogle will chase me out of my home soon.    I just could not resist  poking  Moo(gle)  with my spanking new staff.  I sneaked up behind Moo... Bop!  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RmLHvakDFFI/AAAAAAAAADk/51CHq2_vt78/s1600-h/Jio+and+moogle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RmLHvakDFFI/AAAAAAAAADk/51CHq2_vt78/s200/Jio+and+moogle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071835747770897490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The little pom pom on his head went springing about.   I wonder when he will get tired  of me and my staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will cook Moo a bunny steak and he will hopefully forget that spanking new signet staff that I have.  Or maybe make him a nice bunny mantle.   He keeps my moghouse so neat and clean.  Moo is such a great moogle!  He is always here when I need him.  Bringing in my mail, watching over the plants, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beast in Stillpine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RmLL46kDFII/AAAAAAAAAD8/yXig6GAlVx8/s1600-h/kurken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RmLL46kDFII/AAAAAAAAAD8/yXig6GAlVx8/s400/kurken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071840309026165890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a cave near by Stillpine that I explored.  I came across a two headed beast.  Someone requested that I bring them the hide of the Kurken.  I had to get by some other beast on the way to the Kurken. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RmLMoKkDFJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/B24LuKToERM/s1600-h/jioji+and+owl+bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RmLMoKkDFJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/B24LuKToERM/s200/jioji+and+owl+bear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071841120774984850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Wildkin are quite frightening.  They are fierce and show no mercy.  Get too close to them and they are very aggressive.  The Furbolg requested that I go in and see why these Wildkin invaded the cave that the Furbolg once lived in.  There was a large red crystal far into the cave that is causing the Wildkin to be so aggressive.  Hopefully the Furbolg can figure out why their friends(Wildkins) are being affected by the crystal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-1749853520091822523?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/1749853520091822523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=1749853520091822523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/1749853520091822523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/1749853520091822523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-and-that.html' title='This and that...'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RmLG8qkDFEI/AAAAAAAAADc/Be_wSDsf2O4/s72-c/Jio+signet+staff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-1035421398867968497</id><published>2007-06-02T15:00:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T14:36:05.131-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hanahime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warrior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chic'/><title type='text'>A journey to Selbina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RmIkHqkDE_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/E0RqO8d3a8E/s1600-h/Jio+in+selbina+B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RmIkHqkDE_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/E0RqO8d3a8E/s320/Jio+in+selbina+B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071655844475769842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The night lights of Selbina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selbina is a nice quiet town.  The ship that goes to Mhaura was in the dock and the lamps at the waterfront were lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Only the Best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A while back when I first visited Selbina I met Melyon, he takes care of sheep.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RmIlx6kDFAI/AAAAAAAAAC8/tP1Z-GsfBhw/s1600-h/jio+in+selbina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RmIlx6kDFAI/AAAAAAAAAC8/tP1Z-GsfBhw/s200/jio+in+selbina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071657669836870658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He mentioned that he needed food for his sheep.  The regional vendor in Bastok Port had some La  Theine Cabbages in stock so I bought a few stacks and got an outpost warp to Valkurm Dunes.  The walk to Selbina is not very far from the outpost and is a lot faster than riding a chocobo to Selbina from Bastok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RmInuakDFBI/AAAAAAAAADE/qk-9s4KAwe8/s1600-h/Jio+in+selbina+A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RmInuakDFBI/AAAAAAAAADE/qk-9s4KAwe8/s200/Jio+in+selbina+A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071659808730584082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MOO!! Sheep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit shocked at the amount of cabbages Mee and Baa ate.  I wonder if Mee eats Baa's food.  Mee is so much larger than Baa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;More BUNNIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to test out my polearm in Dunes.  And what did I find outside of Selbina?  BUNNIES!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RmIosqkDFCI/AAAAAAAAADM/IxYoQKjEsKo/s1600-h/Jio+in+dunes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RmIosqkDFCI/AAAAAAAAADM/IxYoQKjEsKo/s200/Jio+in+dunes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071660878177440802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bit of fun with some Sand Hares.  They hop so much and move so fast.  Stab... poke... swipe...  I had to be quick with my spear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RmIp2akDFDI/AAAAAAAAADU/iG9BPikOO3c/s1600-h/Jio+in+dunes+A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RmIp2akDFDI/AAAAAAAAADU/iG9BPikOO3c/s200/Jio+in+dunes+A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071662145192793138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunnies went flying left and right.  The bunnies tried all their normal moves to try and attack me.  Kicking up sand in my eyes to blind me and running in a large circle to give their attacks more force.  But I was able to get a few more hare meat.  I'll give the meat to my moogle to store away for another day.  I think it is time to go hunt some sheep meat and maybe some sheepskins.  Some sheep meat sounds pretty good. Maybe I'll do some fishing sometime, that way I can make some sushi.  I like sushi.  There is nothing better than fresh fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the outpost back to Bastok.  I've been staying close to town so that I can care for Hime.  He is doing very well.  I am looking forward to teaching him Canter.  Hime has a sister named Petite Chic.  Their parents are Gale Wind and Momo Momo.  Hime is progressing slower than Chic.  Chic is only three or four days older than Hime, and already knows Canter and Gallop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-1035421398867968497?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/1035421398867968497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=1035421398867968497' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/1035421398867968497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/1035421398867968497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/06/journey-to-selbina.html' title='A journey to Selbina'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RmIkHqkDE_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/E0RqO8d3a8E/s72-c/Jio+in+selbina+B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-3937259576279191039</id><published>2007-05-31T11:17:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T13:43:50.410-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='druid'/><title type='text'>A hunting I go..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rl9WIakDE8I/AAAAAAAAACc/rQsucueMvmI/s1600-h/grain+A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rl9WIakDE8I/AAAAAAAAACc/rQsucueMvmI/s200/grain+A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070866408011928514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Collecting grain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I traveled to the west of Stillpine in search of some grain.  Along the shore I came across sacks that I was able to gather grain from.  I got my fifth bunch of grain from a mob that ran onto the top of a shack.&lt;br /&gt;There was a white fur toed beast that I also killed, was he the leader? I'm not sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Elekk!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rl9W3qkDE9I/AAAAAAAAACk/U2vo3I2WE3Y/s1600-h/elekk+A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rl9W3qkDE9I/AAAAAAAAACk/U2vo3I2WE3Y/s200/elekk+A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070867219760747474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I trecked north to Bloodmyst Isle... and what do I come across... ELEKK!!  I stood there wondering how to ride one of these.  I spoke to a few people and was asked to do a few things.  So the hunting began.  I ran around the isle killing ten Bloodmyst hatchlings, that Vorkhan wanted me to killed.  Aonar wanted ten sand pears to make a pie.  So I kept an eye out for the pears that had fallen from the trees.  Anor gave me a nice body armor and a pie since I was able to collect the pears for him.  The odd thing was that they looked like pears on the ground, but when in my bag they looked like green apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I was still trying to figure out how to get on an Elekk.  I then met Kessel, the Elekk lord.  He wanted  me to travel  and visit three different people to warn them about the  bloodelf invasion upon Azuremyst.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rl9YqqkDE-I/AAAAAAAAACs/aJcGxQtav4Q/s1600-h/elekk+mount+A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rl9YqqkDE-I/AAAAAAAAACs/aJcGxQtav4Q/s320/elekk+mount+A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070869195445703650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He let me use one of his Elekks for a speedy delivery of the warning.  So I went bounding around on an Elekk to talk to people.  After I was able to warn everyone, I went running around on the Elekk.  He unfortunately left me when I entered the Inn in Azuremyst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-3937259576279191039?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/3937259576279191039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=3937259576279191039' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/3937259576279191039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/3937259576279191039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/05/hunting.html' title='A hunting I go..'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rl9WIakDE8I/AAAAAAAAACc/rQsucueMvmI/s72-c/grain+A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-8695663075049965956</id><published>2007-05-30T02:32:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T14:36:05.131-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hanahime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warrior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='druid'/><title type='text'>What a day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hanahime has green tipped feathers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He was in a very good mood today.  The chocobo trainer told me Hime was in excellent condition for vigorous physical and mental training.  But being that he is only 20 days old, there are not many training options.  Hime listened as I chatted with him.  We also went on a short walk today in Gustaburg.  He was very joyful as I watched over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rl7GVakDE3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/NuBwfHLZYAQ/s1600-h/Trainer-bear+A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rl7GVakDE3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/NuBwfHLZYAQ/s200/Trainer-bear+A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070708301675828082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I now can Bash.  While taking the orphan boy on the little tour I got to level 14. Took me a while to get to the trainer because I found many herbs on the way there. A few animals attacked me as I wandered in the forest.  They met my Wrath and did not live long.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rl4ogqkDExI/AAAAAAAAABE/oaUsmxUSWis/s1600-h/dangruf+stone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rl4ogqkDExI/AAAAAAAAABE/oaUsmxUSWis/s320/dangruf+stone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070534772112167698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A while ago I spoke to Horatius, he asked for a stone that could be found in Dangruf Wadi.  I rented a chocobo and headed out to Dangruf wadi. I walked around enjoying the hot springs and riding the water spouts.  I came across an odd image carved on the wall.  And when I looked closer I found a red stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This stone is said to be the coagulated blood of a great galka warrior.  Eww...  Maybe he ran into this wall while running from a goblin and left the imprint in the stone wall?  Or maybe he was lost in Wadi and sat here banging his head in desperation.   Either way it is a stone made of blood and is considered a precious stone.  Horatius has a small part of his collection on display that he looks at everyday.  I'm sure he will enjoy looking at this pretty red stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rl4pCqkDEzI/AAAAAAAAABU/_UdUbXrzphw/s1600-h/wadi+hare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rl4pCqkDEzI/AAAAAAAAABU/_UdUbXrzphw/s320/wadi+hare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070535356227719986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since I was in Wadi with no swimsuit to enjoy the hot spring ponds I decided to kill a few bunnies.  Just in case Hime ever gets injured I will have some Gausebit wildgrass to feed him to cure his wounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been carrying a great sword for a while now.  Yet this was the first time I used it.  When I first started my life as a warrior I used a regular sword and shield, I have switched to an axe(with shield.)  So this large sword was a bit heavier than the weapons I have been using.  I learned my first weapon skill on great sword, Hard slash.  My combat skills still needs work.  But practice, practice, practice...  more bunnies await my blade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wadi hares don't like it when you kill their friends.  I was fighting one bunny when a second one came along and started attacking me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rl4pI6kDE0I/AAAAAAAAABc/OHYd-dTA6LA/s1600-h/wadi+hare+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rl4pI6kDE0I/AAAAAAAAABc/OHYd-dTA6LA/s320/wadi+hare+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070535463601902402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Bunnies, bunnies, they are no match for my blade.  They fell one by one.  The goblins in there were walking by me, watching me I suppose.  I took a small break to rest, all that swing of the heavy great sword and being kicked by rabbits is very tiring, while I rested behind a boulder, a goblin saw me.  He quickly made his way to me to attack.  His friend came around from the other side of the boulder, casting bio and poison on me.  I switched to my axe and shield and quickly defeated them.  I got a bit of gil off them.  Next time I'll have to keep an eye on those goblins.  They sit and watch and wait... but I'm ready for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to get a great sword sometime these great weapons are nice.  The blade of my sword goes from my shoulder to my ankles.  Next  time out I think I will try my hand with a polearm.  I carry a brass spear +1, but have never used it in combat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess dinner tonight is bunny steak.  Mmmmm...  Fire up the grill!!  Or maybe I should make some bunny stew.  I'll have to go shopping for some bread.  I can have a grilled bunny sandwich.  Ooooh I'm starting to feel hungry now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rl4pI6kDE0I/AAAAAAAAABc/OHYd-dTA6LA/s1600-h/wadi+hare+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-8695663075049965956?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/8695663075049965956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=8695663075049965956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/8695663075049965956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/8695663075049965956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-feathers-training.html' title='What a day...'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rl7GVakDE3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/NuBwfHLZYAQ/s72-c/Trainer-bear+A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-3112397219610390291</id><published>2007-05-28T18:17:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T15:24:36.914-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hanahime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warrior'/><title type='text'>Jioji in Bastok</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RluvhqkDEsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gjJaoZg3OY0/s1600-h/jioji+angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RluvhqkDEsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gjJaoZg3OY0/s320/jioji+angel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069838798431654594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Jioji in Bastok Markets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warrior 27 Monk 13 time played 17days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kupopo!  Moogle says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chat frequency 12224&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Conversations with NPCs 7802&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Parties joined 47&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alliances joined 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Battled fought 2934&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Numbers of times KO'd 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enemies defeated 2503&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rl4jiKkDEtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QYRFznARvaI/s1600-h/event+moogle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/Rl4jiKkDEtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QYRFznARvaI/s320/event+moogle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070529300323832530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to the moogle each day waiting for a gift.  Angel wings.... moogle belts... rings... This month is Adventurer Appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hanahime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jioji awaits Flower Princess(Hanahime) growing up.  New feathers soon!  Hanahime is named after Kaname.  Kaname is THE flower princess.  When I told Toast that I named my boy chocobo Hanahime, he said Hime would have a disturbed life.  That the other chocobos will make fun of his name.  But I think if Hime has any problems he will be fine.  He was born with the ability gallop.  So run run my dear Hanahime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-3112397219610390291?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/3112397219610390291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=3112397219610390291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/3112397219610390291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/3112397219610390291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/05/jioji-in-bastok.html' title='Jioji in Bastok'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RluvhqkDEsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gjJaoZg3OY0/s72-c/jioji+angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-3355658641194202848</id><published>2007-05-28T16:45:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T02:30:31.580-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='druid'/><title type='text'>Piggle wiggle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RluViqkDEqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IuSrDXPouPw/s1600-h/Mr.Wiggles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RluViqkDEqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IuSrDXPouPw/s320/Mr.Wiggles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069810228309201570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this little orphan boy that wanted to see the different places in Azeroth.  He lived in Stormwind in an orphanage.  We traveled long and far to look at a lighthouse, a dam, and a bear shaped tree(a bank.)  He then wanted an autograph.  At the end of the trip we had some strawberry ice cream.  Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little orphan had soooo much funny he let me choose one of his pets so I would remember him.  There was a rat(Whiskers the rat), a turtle(Speedy) and a pig(Mr. Wiggles.)  So here I am with Mr. Wiggles watching the crazy orphans running amok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-3355658641194202848?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/3355658641194202848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=3355658641194202848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/3355658641194202848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/3355658641194202848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/05/piggle-wiggle.html' title='Piggle wiggle'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/RluViqkDEqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IuSrDXPouPw/s72-c/Mr.Wiggles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7895349663196752352.post-1839965763366289687</id><published>2007-05-28T13:52:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T02:35:31.029-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moo'/><title type='text'>Moo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7895349663196752352-1839965763366289687?l=jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/feeds/1839965763366289687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7895349663196752352&amp;postID=1839965763366289687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/1839965763366289687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7895349663196752352/posts/default/1839965763366289687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiojinohanashi.blogspot.com/2007/05/moo.html' title='Moo!'/><author><name>Jioji ~@~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00308096048881072116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVAAgSAimUo/SNta7kFCCMI/AAAAAAAAAUU/BX8intD--14/S220/jioji+angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
