<?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-4820806951381115854</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:05:56.244-07:00</updated><category term='Introduction'/><category term='random'/><title type='text'>Blurry Picture</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurrypicture.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820806951381115854/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrypicture.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Henri-Bastien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820806951381115854.post-4096261670807440675</id><published>2008-05-10T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T02:41:58.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradigm Shift</title><content type='html'>Well well, I really don't know what is happening to me. Strange stories I guess and the last one happening only a few hours ago. I went to a bar see one of my friend play live. The bar has two sections, one for live music and one more quiet for eating. Anyway, so after my friend finished playing we decided to have a snack in the quiet section. Well not long after there is this hot girl that come sit at our table somewhat asking if she can join us. She really did know what she wanted because 5 minutes later she just started french kissing me. Well, when there's a cute girl that wants you, you just can't say know ;) anyway, so we were making out and I was pretty I wasn't coming home for the night. Well everything changed when she received a phone call. Her boyfriend was coming to pick her up. What the hell... Let says the story ended really abruptly, ah well, I guess you can't always have everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820806951381115854-4096261670807440675?l=blurrypicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurrypicture.blogspot.com/feeds/4096261670807440675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820806951381115854&amp;postID=4096261670807440675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820806951381115854/posts/default/4096261670807440675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820806951381115854/posts/default/4096261670807440675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrypicture.blogspot.com/2008/05/paradigm-shift.html' title='Paradigm Shift'/><author><name>Henri-Bastien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820806951381115854.post-6585493430678829056</id><published>2008-05-09T01:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T02:22:11.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Some times size does matter.</title><content type='html'>I went in an ultra-lounge  last week-end with some of my friends (yes, yes, first time I've been in one of those too. I guess it is basically a club with places to chill in the middle of the dance floor). I wasn't really expecting anything, I wasn't really looking to dance anyway, for all I cared for I could just have entered, taken a drink and left (although the steep cover might really help keep people in !). Well it ended up that the music was good and I started dancing, I was all happy dancing with the music all by myself looking around from time to times at all the cute girls around, some that are already fairly involved with someone else or simply chilling outside of the dance area (well there wasn't much of a dance area really, but some zones where more "dance prone" then others). At some point, I see this cute Asian girl dancing (And lets just say my criteria for Asian are fairly high, I'm not the kind of guy that drools heavily just at the mention of Asian girls.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl looked totally uninterested in anyone for some times, keeping to herself and not really making eye contact with anyone. Anyway, at some points I started dancing with her and it became really close. That's where I noticed something.... At 6'1" I'm fairly tall (no that is not what I noticed) and dancing with a 5'2" girl can prove quiet a challenge when things are getting more involving! Basically, if you stay far apart there is no problem the body curves don't have to match as much, but when you get closer, I kinda had to squat. Not a complete squat, just half one... but geez I tell you, staying in that position for a long time is really painful. My legs where burning like hell and it really required all my will not to fall on the floor from muscle exhaustion. What was a very sensual danse was more of an athletic feat for me and required most of my concentration. I was trying to shift the weight from one leg to an other but she somehow always came back to the same one! Anyway, I figured after that, that size DOES matter for some specific things like dancing. I try to pick a taller girl next time or get to the talking really fast so I don't have to train for months before I go dancing again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note, my friend told me I should just have stayed straight, but I didn't feel like it would have been much fun. The only thing you can really do is put your hands around her, and she can put her head on your chest which could quickly become really boring! Maybe if I had a proper technique that would work but I haven't figured that out yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820806951381115854-6585493430678829056?l=blurrypicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurrypicture.blogspot.com/feeds/6585493430678829056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820806951381115854&amp;postID=6585493430678829056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820806951381115854/posts/default/6585493430678829056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820806951381115854/posts/default/6585493430678829056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrypicture.blogspot.com/2008/05/some-times-size-does-matter.html' title='Some times size does matter.'/><author><name>Henri-Bastien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820806951381115854.post-5658720469201378842</id><published>2008-05-09T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T01:49:51.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introduction'/><title type='text'>World of blogging</title><content type='html'>This is my first installment about blogging, at least in this form. I've attempted blogging before and I simply stopped, there was not enough things I wanted to share about the whole world... I didn't want my life, my emotions totally exposed to the everybody that I didn't knew (and I guess most importantly everybody that I knew). Some things can only be shared with very close persons, and for me, some things can't really be shared with anyone.  I've also had success story with blogging: when I traveled around the world it was a great way to keep everybody interested and informed in what I was doing. Spending the time to write one big post, instead of writing individual emails was extremely efficient and rewarding. Having everybody talk to you about your blogs (even once you're  back home) and to know that you have a a considerable amount of avid followers is a wonderful experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking for something else though, that part where there are some things I don't want to share with the world, or at least not with people that knows me. Well this blog is exactly for that. I do not really expect anyone to really read it, this is more of a personal log where I intend to write my thoughts on what is happening in my life. Things I don't really want to share but I need to let out.  Maybe I won't update that much, maybe it will go with the numerous abandoned blogs that exists on the web, this whole thing is still a blurry picture (!) in my head and it will most likely stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to visit this site, don't hesitate to post a comment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820806951381115854-5658720469201378842?l=blurrypicture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurrypicture.blogspot.com/feeds/5658720469201378842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4820806951381115854&amp;postID=5658720469201378842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820806951381115854/posts/default/5658720469201378842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4820806951381115854/posts/default/5658720469201378842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrypicture.blogspot.com/2008/05/world-of-blogging.html' title='World of blogging'/><author><name>Henri-Bastien</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
