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		<title>By: Jim</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jim</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Mar 2008 15:37:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Apart from being a very unique and talented character Daniel  (admittedy I&#039;m somehwat biased expressing this viewpoint!) as an Irish Japanophile, you must be a subject of absolute fascination to your Japanese friends and acquaintances. They spend their lives aping the Yanks and here&#039;s this Irish blokes who loves who they are and what they do. What is there not to love and cherish from that perspective?  Aside from that it&#039;s also a case of your &quot;being inspired&quot; I felt very similar to you when I was travelling around Europe using the smattering of a half dozen odd languages I had upstairs.  I think that you tend to learn more about yourself; your hidden and untapped talents in every sphere; how far you can push the boundaries; and also your own limitations when you&#039;re out there on your own  and, believe me, there&#039;s no better feeling in the world.  
Since the onset of SMS Texting, the Net, Bebo, Facebook, death of pub life and social interaction, Irish people simply do not like to talk anymore and are rapidly loosing the art of conversation. 
However, I digress. Many of my friends emigrated from Ireland in the 80&#039;s in the last recession to find work. Some left because they wanted to live  and work in melting pots like Brussels, Paris, London, New York and they basked in the company of beautiful european women, less repressive and open cultural and multi-cultural mores, new found wealth, and the relative anonymity of their newly adopted homes. Some others left, not because they were inspired, but because they wanted to be anywhere but here (&quot;here&quot; being Ireland). Not a good reason to leave your initial home base, be it Ireland or elsewhere. What does become apparent, with the onset of time, and when one chooses a base, is that no matter where you are in the world, when that alarm clock goes off, it&#039;s still a pain in the ass getting out of bed; deadlines still have to be met; and routine sets in.  Of course, the other attractions of their chosen location always compensated but strangely, call it homing instinct, lack of family ties or support netwrok, or due to the economic upturn at home , most of my friends returned back home. It&#039;s all part of getting to know yourself and feeling comfortable in your own skin. I don&#039;t think anyone ever really gets to know themselves completely but right now you&#039;re grabbing every opportunity to do so and doing a very good job by all accounts!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Apart from being a very unique and talented character Daniel  (admittedy I&#8217;m somehwat biased expressing this viewpoint!) as an Irish Japanophile, you must be a subject of absolute fascination to your Japanese friends and acquaintances. They spend their lives aping the Yanks and here&#8217;s this Irish blokes who loves who they are and what they do. What is there not to love and cherish from that perspective?  Aside from that it&#8217;s also a case of your &#8220;being inspired&#8221; I felt very similar to you when I was travelling around Europe using the smattering of a half dozen odd languages I had upstairs.  I think that you tend to learn more about yourself; your hidden and untapped talents in every sphere; how far you can push the boundaries; and also your own limitations when you&#8217;re out there on your own  and, believe me, there&#8217;s no better feeling in the world.<br />
Since the onset of SMS Texting, the Net, Bebo, Facebook, death of pub life and social interaction, Irish people simply do not like to talk anymore and are rapidly loosing the art of conversation.<br />
However, I digress. Many of my friends emigrated from Ireland in the 80&#8217;s in the last recession to find work. Some left because they wanted to live  and work in melting pots like Brussels, Paris, London, New York and they basked in the company of beautiful european women, less repressive and open cultural and multi-cultural mores, new found wealth, and the relative anonymity of their newly adopted homes. Some others left, not because they were inspired, but because they wanted to be anywhere but here (&#8220;here&#8221; being Ireland). Not a good reason to leave your initial home base, be it Ireland or elsewhere. What does become apparent, with the onset of time, and when one chooses a base, is that no matter where you are in the world, when that alarm clock goes off, it&#8217;s still a pain in the ass getting out of bed; deadlines still have to be met; and routine sets in.  Of course, the other attractions of their chosen location always compensated but strangely, call it homing instinct, lack of family ties or support netwrok, or due to the economic upturn at home , most of my friends returned back home. It&#8217;s all part of getting to know yourself and feeling comfortable in your own skin. I don&#8217;t think anyone ever really gets to know themselves completely but right now you&#8217;re grabbing every opportunity to do so and doing a very good job by all accounts!</p>
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		<title>By: Liv</title>
		<link>http://xn--ick4b7a7i.net/wordpress/2008/03/12/class-karaoke/comment-page-1/#comment-674</link>
		<dc:creator>Liv</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Mar 2008 14:33:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m quite introverted most of the time, regardless of where I am. Its nothing to do with not being interested in talking to people. I could be next to one of my favourite people in the world and not talk.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m quite introverted most of the time, regardless of where I am. Its nothing to do with not being interested in talking to people. I could be next to one of my favourite people in the world and not talk.</p>
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