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	<title>Ryan Kanno: The diary of an Enginerd in Hawaii&#187; Words</title>
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	<description>Everything you&#039;ve ever thought, but never had the balls to say.</description>
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		<title>For my grandmother&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Dec 2002 21:28:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryankanno</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[To My Grandmother I remember the summer days&#8230; Games of hanafuda, the afternoon cartoons. All the field trips &#8211; to the moon. Gardening &#8211; that floral smell, the ripened mangos, only you could tell. Mid-day lunches, a feast for a king, I&#8217;d always wonder what surprise you&#8217;d bring. Trips to the pool, the basketball court, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>To My Grandmother</strong></p>
<p>I remember the summer days&#8230;</p>
<p>Games of hanafuda, the afternoon cartoons.<br />
All the field trips &#8211; to the moon.<br />
Gardening &#8211; that floral smell,<br />
the ripened mangos, only you could tell.</p>
<p>Mid-day lunches, a feast for a king,<br />
I&#8217;d always wonder what surprise you&#8217;d bring.<br />
Trips to the pool, the basketball court,<br />
You&#8217;d wait patiently, such a good sport.</p>
<p>All your grace, your loving care,<br />
Instilled in me, Grandma, for me to share.<br />
I&#8217;ll remember you best, like those times just above,<br />
Go in peace, Grandma.</p>
<p>- From Ryan, with Love.</p>
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		<title>Life&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://blog.localkinegrinds.com/2002/12/17/life/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Dec 2002 21:26:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryankanno</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[We&#8217;re often led down roads we can&#8217;t ever find our way back from. Social conventions place us in situations where we&#8217;re trapped within the confines of our own expectations. Sometimes, that may be our job situation&#8230; our personal lives&#8230; Many of us live a life so dictated by the rules of the haves that we [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We&#8217;re often led down roads we can&#8217;t ever find our way back from. Social conventions place us in situations where we&#8217;re trapped within the confines of our own expectations. Sometimes, that may be our job situation&#8230; our personal lives&#8230; Many of us live a life so dictated by the rules of the haves that we often overlook the simplicity of life itself. Caught up in a world governed by the status quo; money, power, and reputation drive us to our ultimate goals.</p>
<p>Whenever I see kids, I often reminisce about that time in my life. Only then do I remember being carefree, naive to the world surrounding me. Ignorant to the world that I would succumb to&#8230; the society that would govern my every decision. If I had just one wish. I would wish for those moments as a child to last a lifetime. To live an insouciant life unbridled by the reins of a social order. Only then could I play the game of life.</p>
<p><em>And love every minute of it.</em></p>
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		<title>The Perfect Child&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://blog.localkinegrinds.com/2002/11/18/the-perfect-child/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 18 Nov 2002 21:24:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ryankanno</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Perfect Child I&#8217;ve always been compared &#8211; to someone &#8216;better than me&#8217;, But I&#8217;m just as good or better, I wish that you could see. All my faults are magnified, my errors you point out, Inside of me I&#8217;m perfect though &#8211; your eyes judge me like a lout. Sometimes&#8230; I&#8217;m not the perfect [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>The Perfect Child</strong></p>
<p>I&#8217;ve always been compared &#8211; to someone &#8216;better than me&#8217;,<br />
But I&#8217;m just as good or better, I wish that you could see.<br />
All my faults are magnified, my errors you point out,<br />
Inside of me I&#8217;m perfect though &#8211; your eyes judge me like a lout.</p>
<p>Sometimes&#8230; I&#8217;m not the perfect child, sorry, I&#8217;m learning so&#8230;<br />
One day I will be that kid, but for now just watch me grow.<br />
Don&#8217;t pick at my mistakes, as though they were a crime,<br />
Even you weren&#8217;t that perfect child, we all must learn sometime.</p>
<p>So love me for who I am, don&#8217;t badger me and chide,<br />
Because even I have feelings too, yes, even I have a bit of pride.<br />
If there&#8217;s a lesson to learn here, I&#8217;m not sure, but I&#8217;ll tell you this,<br />
If I&#8217;m not the perfect child in your eyes, I know that I am in His.</p>
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