tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77179025403331659082011-07-07T19:32:18.892-07:00Kumonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06998439324396036987noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717902540333165908.post-25186754219435062362009-12-03T10:35:00.001-08:002009-12-03T10:37:17.378-08:00After two monthes of being exiled to the island of Los Gatos, Kumon and Manojo are back. Details of why we were exiled, what we discovered and where are now will be explained soon, stay tuned!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717902540333165908-2518675421943506236?l=togalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11472737252648567555noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717902540333165908.post-58344680858213615292009-10-06T20:04:00.000-07:002009-10-06T20:18:02.268-07:00<div>About a week ago, the Noon informed me that there was something in Saratoga that demanded our journalistic prowess: a "red" display of red books at the library. "You mean some adult books hidden behind a discreet curtain?" (censorship!) I asked. "No," the 'Oon said, "Communism!" A few days ago, we went to document it, Glen-Beck-style, but we found this instead.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IONIF_rOTLY/SswGNkJOPvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/FSpbDI2kXWM/s1600-h/DSC01237.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IONIF_rOTLY/SswGNkJOPvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/FSpbDI2kXWM/s320/DSC01237.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389689684166065906" /></a><br /><div>They must have known we were coming and quickly replaced all the books with orange ones instead. Small-town intrigue indeed. Right next to it, the bird book display was still up though.<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IONIF_rOTLY/SswGHkAG83I/AAAAAAAAAAk/cdVAs61qKzY/s1600-h/DSC01239.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IONIF_rOTLY/SswGHkAG83I/AAAAAAAAAAk/cdVAs61qKzY/s320/DSC01239.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389689581048623986" /></a><div><br /></div><div>As the 'Oon said, "That's what happens when you like birds a little too much."</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IONIF_rOTLY/SswFbrzSbuI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6R4zSzH6OqY/s1600-h/DSC01238.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IONIF_rOTLY/SswFbrzSbuI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6R4zSzH6OqY/s320/DSC01238.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389688827228090082" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Here's the 'Oon getting in the "red" spirit, courtesy of Crazy Bird Man. Must be why she is recently so irate.</div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717902540333165908-5834468085821361529?l=togalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kumonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06998439324396036987noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717902540333165908.post-58231888186026018482009-10-06T14:12:00.001-07:002009-10-06T14:12:58.118-07:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;">Woke up quick at about noon, knew that I had to be in Togalandia soon. Got to get drunk before my day begins before Kumon starts bitchin' about my sins..</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;">Kumon and I are not getting along these days... there is fire in her heart, ever since she bought Moccasins.</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;">As for me..I am determined to fight for the rights of the Togalandians. This revolution will blogged with or without Kumon.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717902540333165908-5823188818602601848?l=togalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manojohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11472737252648567555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717902540333165908.post-2115430856066489172009-09-09T11:56:00.000-07:002009-09-12T18:46:35.724-07:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717902540333165908-211543085606648917?l=togalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kumonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06998439324396036987noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717902540333165908.post-87334688461198764042009-09-05T17:17:00.000-07:002009-09-05T17:22:31.230-07:00Yesterday, I went to our rival village of Los Gatos to buy some moccasins. I visited "The Indian Store." There are not many Indians in Los Gatos. I bought  a pair of tan suede moccasins, size 7. The owner asked me, "Are you Indian?" "Yes," I said, "but not that kind."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7717902540333165908-8733468846119876404?l=togalandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kumonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06998439324396036987noreply@blogger.com0