<?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-8345683509282048648</id><updated>2011-08-03T02:21:50.991-04:00</updated><category term='yunjae'/><category term='The Bachelor'/><category term='me'/><category term='dbsk'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='movies'/><category term='rant'/><title type='text'>I Shine So Bright I Outshine The Sun</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-3981942039697521710</id><published>2010-04-07T12:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T17:05:16.322-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Is this it for DBSK? I wouldn't be surprised if I soon hear the news of their disbandment. I'm not being pessimistic, but the reality seems to be pointing in that direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If they couldn't reach an agreement in Japan, wouldn't it be harder to do so in Korea?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I'm still hoping they would get back together, if not anytime soon, at least sometimes in the future. Personally, I don't think they would do well individually as they would together. I couldn't even finish Heading to the Ground, it was too painful. Let's face it, they're not actor materials; they would never be as good as real actors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some would probably do well in variety shows, but that would be such a waste of their talents, wouldn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I personally think that they shine the brightest when they're 5, together. I read this blog that says that they've been in a group for way too long that their personalities are already wired that way and I have to agree with that. One member brings out the other's personality and so on. Yes, Junsu is a dork but he's the best when the other members bully him. Their dynamic is just perfect as a group and to lose that is just ... such a waste, a very unfortunate waste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But alas, one cannot get everything one wants. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If this is the only way, if this is what they truly want, then there's nothing anyone else can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If they really want to fly individually, then I hope that they can fly as high as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knows? Maybe a miracle is going to happen ;)&lt;/div&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/8345683509282048648-3981942039697521710?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3981942039697521710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/3981942039697521710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/3981942039697521710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-it.html' title='This is It?'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-4055393365384572774</id><published>2010-03-29T12:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T12:21:35.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Words</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt that some words just look &lt;em&gt;weird&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was writing down words that end with -tic earlier and I just realized that when they put together, they look weird, like, in an unintelligible way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-4055393365384572774?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4055393365384572774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2010/03/weird-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/4055393365384572774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/4055393365384572774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2010/03/weird-words.html' title='Weird Words'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-790417453349968175</id><published>2010-03-24T12:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T12:55:21.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fandom, fandom and fandom.</title><content type='html'>I love reading fanfictions. I read them all the time, especially from my cellphone. I am the most happy when I find a good fanfiction that I will abandon other things, which is a bad thing, but I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read fanfictions from many fandoms but lately I've been into: Harry Potter (Harry/Draco), Star Trek (Kirk/Spock) and Death Note (Raito/L).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why slash? I love slash, that's why (my undying love for Yunjae, anyone?). I do read gen pairings from time to time, but it's kind of rare and really depends on the fandom (e.g: Bleach. Ichigo and Rukia are so &lt;em&gt;together&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three fandoms I mentioned above have such terrific fanfictions which makes me a very happy fangirl. They're very well-written, OC and canon - although I do love AU and OOC and I do read gramatical-errors-and-typos-everywhere, wth-plot stories once in awhile :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go and I'll end this post with a rec of ff by glitterati called Office Politics.&lt;br /&gt;It's a Death Note fanfiction, rated R.  L, being a much-lauded and world-renowned genius with several increasingly nonsensical and obscure aliases, should have known from the start that the relationship wasn't going to work out.&lt;br /&gt;Click: &lt;a href="http://glitterati.talkoncorners.net/fiction/officepolitics.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all kind of awesome and just full of win. Example: "...until he realizes that SEXYCHICA is Russian, and that even through his best efforts and Babelfish, Raito has no idea who she is or what her name is." Read it. NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-790417453349968175?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/790417453349968175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2010/03/fandom-fandom-and-fandom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/790417453349968175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/790417453349968175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2010/03/fandom-fandom-and-fandom.html' title='Fandom, fandom and fandom.'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-7574818393184509481</id><published>2010-03-22T10:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T10:50:20.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>Just a reminder to self: Next time I change the blogskin, save the previous html codes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to do that the last time so that's why there are no chatbox, links, or the other stuffs that used to be at the side bar. And I'm too lazy to put them back on :D&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I blog a lot anyway, so they're kinda pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, I really, really, &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; miss Yunjae :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to &lt;em&gt;see&lt;/em&gt; them together again because sometimes, you just need a tangible proof of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I've been quite busy lately, and since I also don't go online from home on weekdays anymore (due to personal matters which kinda upset me D:), plus there are not too many stuffs going on in the fandom, compared to before anyway, I haven't been following the fandom that much. I still know their latest activities and stuffs (thank you Twitter!), but it's not one of my top priorities anymore, unlike before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why when I do go online and catch up on them, it always hits me full force just how much I miss them being together, being five, being &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt;. On one hand, I'm sort of used to having them doing their own things. On the other hand, I don't think I can ever fully accept them not being a group anymore, ever. But I hope that at least, and I've said this a few times before, if they really do have to come to an end (knock on wood), it's not gonna be like now; I expect a full closure, a farewell concert perhaps? I don't want them to end in this situation. I know all good things must come to an end, but at least make the ending a happy one, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a DBSK girl, seriously. Some people would never understand why I care so much about 5 guys whom I don't even know personally and vice versa - actually, I don't exactly know why either - but I'd never change anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy I got to know them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should get back to my assignment now. Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-7574818393184509481?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7574818393184509481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-to-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/7574818393184509481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/7574818393184509481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-2918911898580269673</id><published>2010-03-21T00:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T00:34:04.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Head, Meets Desk</title><content type='html'>Why is math so hard? And no, just because I'm Asian it doesn't mean I'm good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have work tomorrow morning, which is kinda my fault really, because it's someone else's shift that I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;willingly&lt;/span&gt; took. And I still have Writer's Craft assignment in which I have to write a 1000-words narrative. It shouldn't be &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; hard, right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*sigh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't want to go back to school. This March break went by too fast :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-2918911898580269673?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2918911898580269673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2010/03/head-meets-desk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/2918911898580269673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/2918911898580269673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2010/03/head-meets-desk.html' title='Head, Meets Desk'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-979620572559849529</id><published>2010-03-14T13:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T13:40:38.275-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Alive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I've been busy AND lazy; the last one is an old news. And this is not even a real post (and outdated, too, for that matter) but it's so funny I have to post it here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;With New Moon likely to make yet another metric fuckload of money this weekend we need to find the bright side to the entire Twilight mania. There must be something good that comes from this awful Mormon fantasy that seems to have invaded our culture on every front. That something is the eventual movie version of Breaking Dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though New Moon has made a bazillion dollars and even though the third Twilight book, Eclipse, is already filming, Summit has declined to announce the fourth and final Twilight book as a movie. There's a good reason for this: Breaking Dawn is completely fucking insane, and it is probably totally unfilmable. But if they do film it... man, we are in for a treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Dawn opens with Bella Swan, the lacteal heroine of the series, finally getting married to Edward Cullen, the mopey vampire hero. They go off to honeymoon on Isle Esme, a Brazilian island the Cullen clan owns (this is already ridiculous beyond belief. Imagine a vampire going snorkeling; it basically happens in this book), and Edward is afraid to fuck his new bride. The reason: he's super strong and she's just a human - Man of Steel, Woman of Kleenex type of situation here. But Bella wears him down and Edward throws it in her - and knocks her the fuck out, leaving her badly bruised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go over that again: Edward fucks Bella into unconsciousness. This alone should have you running to Fandango to pre-order your tickets, but it only gets better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite being knocked out cold by his sexual style (and having the headboard destroyed), Bella goes back to Edward for seconds. This time he knocks her up. Yes, an undead vampire apparently has enough viable sperm to impregnate a human woman while fucking her off the coast of Rio de Janero. Stephenie Meyer, you fabulous idiot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby in Bella's belly starts growing incredibly fast. And it starts hurting Bella, as each kick it gives has the super strength of a vampire behind it. As it grows, Bella gets sicker, and then the good stuff starts. The baby kicks so hard it breaks Bella's ribs and then severs her spine. Are you imagining Kristen Stewart wearing a fake pregnancy belly and pretending to have been suddenly crippled by her own fetus? Because I am and it's making me laugh and laugh and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I missed something. Edward is completely freaked out about the baby, fearing it will kill Bella. He tries to convince her to get an abortion (but seriously, how could she? Vampires are tough to kill even in this shitty series), and goes so far as asking Native American wolfboy Jacob to impregnate his wife so that she can have the baby she desperately wants. I'm dizzy with how ridiculous this is, and we're just getting started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the baby starts to get born and Bella is dying. The baby has telepathy, by the way, so everybody can read its thoughts while it's in the womb, and it turns out to have an essentially adult mind. Like Alia in Dune; I would accuse Stephenie Meyer of ripping this off, but anyone who thinks that Meyer might have read Frank Herbert has never been within spitting distance of Twilight. The woman is a moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a moment that demands to be shown on the silver screen, Edward gives Bella an emergency C-section with his fucking teeth. It's like something out of XTro, for the love of God. It's so horrible it's brilliant, and this scene alone is why I remain firm in declaring that David Cronenberg must direct Breaking Dawn. This is surely his movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the baby is out, Bella gets vamped by Edward, as she's about to die at any moment. Then comes the most astonishing turn of events in 21st century literature, and possibly in the entire history of awful fiction aimed at tweens: Jacob the werewolf, who has been madly in love with Bella, sees the new baby girl and immediately imprints on her. What this means, in layman's terms, is that he falls in love with the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to pull this out on its own: Jacob falls in love with a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book makes no bones about this; while Jacob doesn't want to fuck the baby right off the bat, he can't stand to be away from it and visits everyday. His love has been transferred from Bella to the baby (who has the tongue shattering name Renesmee), and because of the science behind imprinting he'll love her forever. So one day he's going to stick his wolf dick in this girl that he see as a bloody newborn. Romance is not dead, it's just being abused by insane Mormon writers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more in Breaking Dawn - the Volturi come back, for one thing - but these are the main amazing events that demand this book to be turned into a film. I will not rest until I have seen a movie in which a werewolf falls in love with a baby. Hell, once I've seen a werewolf fall in love with a baby I may quit movie watching - I will have seen the ultimate culmination of a century of cinema. The entire film of Breaking Dawn would play like the weirdest exploitation film since Doris Wishman died - brutal sex, bizarre body horror, unbelievable pedophilia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A werewolf falling in love with a baby. This is why Thomas Edison invented this shit in the first place. So we could see a werewolf fall in love with a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://www.chud.com/articles/articles/21684/1/THE-DEVIN039S-ADVOCATE-WHY-BREAKING-DAWN-MUST-BE-MADE-INTO-A-MOVIE/Page1.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-979620572559849529?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/979620572559849529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-still-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/979620572559849529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/979620572559849529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-still-alive.html' title='I&apos;m Still Alive!'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-4762552347403011127</id><published>2010-01-24T02:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T02:23:13.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in Translation 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;At Work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: What would you like to drink, sir?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Customer: Cock. (you know, coke pronounced with accent)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: Pfftt... *holding back my laughter*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Earlier&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;X: Do you have a curfew?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: Huh? Perfume?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;X: CURFEW!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: Oh curfew.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-4762552347403011127?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4762552347403011127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2010/01/lost-in-translation-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/4762552347403011127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/4762552347403011127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2010/01/lost-in-translation-1.html' title='Lost in Translation 1'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-3277675654552174595</id><published>2010-01-19T02:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T02:23:59.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>humm ....</title><content type='html'>I don't know what's with me and procrastinating. I mostly, if not always, wait until the last minute to do things. I just don't have the motivation to do it unless it's due, like, the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's bad. Trust me, I do. But I don't know how to push my self to do it. And I'm scared that I'll be this way in uni (if I got accepted, that is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I'm almost 18, almost an adult, shouldn't I be more responsible for at least my self?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wish I care more about school, or my life in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sloth is indeed deadly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-3277675654552174595?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3277675654552174595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2010/01/humm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/3277675654552174595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/3277675654552174595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2010/01/humm.html' title='humm ....'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-2055724252824824970</id><published>2010-01-16T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T15:04:36.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First ... Second ... Third Wheel</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;What can I say?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm used to being awkward around people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-2055724252824824970?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2055724252824824970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-second-third-wheel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/2055724252824824970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/2055724252824824970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-second-third-wheel.html' title='First ... Second ... Third Wheel'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-8831697134655890437</id><published>2009-12-26T18:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T18:30:11.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I finally got my internet back, which I assume is my Christmas present, haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So life should be back to normal ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-8831697134655890437?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8831697134655890437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/8831697134655890437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/8831697134655890437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-6446891127219042410</id><published>2009-10-17T22:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T03:29:50.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saraswati</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Brigitte, you know, I'm writing this&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Cause it's my only touch with you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've learned some patience; had no choice;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But without you, nothing new&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Little Princess, fully grown,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enough to be my wife,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to hold and kiss you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Through my always happy life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although I haven't met you still,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know your features - bright;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your face inspires love in me;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your heart has caught me tight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Steven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I found a piece of paper with this poem on it in the subway earlier.&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For Stephen, wherever you are, I hope you find your Brigitte :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-6446891127219042410?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6446891127219042410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/10/saraswati.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/6446891127219042410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/6446891127219042410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/10/saraswati.html' title='Saraswati'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-2422436404448718431</id><published>2009-10-12T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T00:07:09.769-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the World, Homie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tDlzp9v_4LE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cutest family ever!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-2422436404448718431?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2422436404448718431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/10/welcome-to-world-homie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/2422436404448718431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/2422436404448718431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/10/welcome-to-world-homie.html' title='Welcome to the World, Homie!'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-1847457073745014729</id><published>2009-09-30T21:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:49:32.439-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hummm ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Real life's been a bitch, lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kidding. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, congrats for Jaechun for topping the Oricon Chart! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just hope their heads don't get bigger than they already are right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why do you think this whole thing started in the first place? ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOL. I'm kidding again. What do I know eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh well, whatever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm waiting for October 2nd ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-1847457073745014729?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1847457073745014729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/09/hummm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/1847457073745014729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/1847457073745014729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/09/hummm.html' title='Hummm ...'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-3102434048150521636</id><published>2009-09-22T00:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T00:04:56.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuming</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am royally pissed off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PMS or not ... still pissed off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hate hormones.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-3102434048150521636?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3102434048150521636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/09/fuming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/3102434048150521636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/3102434048150521636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/09/fuming.html' title='Fuming'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-5494525749833738983</id><published>2009-09-20T02:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T02:40:48.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dum-dum-dum</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SrXKaZ40ioI/AAAAAAAAADg/Uutfabcex4A/s1600-h/0909150014000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SrXKaZ40ioI/AAAAAAAAADg/Uutfabcex4A/s320/0909150014000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383431484565916290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;^ Socks from my Korean friend. It's so random, lol. Aiya! I like it, though, it's pretty funny, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oGjoKTTJgIU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;^ This is how I would like DBSK to be in the future. Married, having kids, being gay *coughyunjaecough* (lol sorry, I just had to write that), but still together as a group.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can't you just imagine them talking about their kids and spouse in interviews? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;May it come true ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-5494525749833738983?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5494525749833738983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/09/dum-dum-dum_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/5494525749833738983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/5494525749833738983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/09/dum-dum-dum_20.html' title='Dum-dum-dum'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SrXKaZ40ioI/AAAAAAAAADg/Uutfabcex4A/s72-c/0909150014000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-7558010257697819569</id><published>2009-09-20T02:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T02:34:51.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Strike five!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Lord of the Rings Trilogy by JRR Tolkien&lt;br /&gt;1984 by George Orwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte&lt;br /&gt;Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;All Quite on the Western Front by E M Remarque&lt;br /&gt;His Dark Materials Trilogy by Phillip Pullman&lt;br /&gt;Birdsong by Sebastian Faulks&lt;br /&gt;The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;The Lord of the Flies by William Golding&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time by Mark Haddon&lt;br /&gt;Tess of the D'urbevilles by Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Winnie the Pooh by AA Milne&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte&lt;br /&gt;The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Graham&lt;br /&gt;Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;Great Expectations by Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;The Time Traveller's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger&lt;br /&gt;The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold&lt;br /&gt;The Prophet by Khalil Gibran&lt;br /&gt;David Copperfield by Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov&lt;br /&gt;Life of Pi by Yann Martel&lt;br /&gt;Middlemarch by George Eliot&lt;br /&gt;The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver&lt;br /&gt;A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess&lt;br /&gt;A Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich by Alexander Solzenhitsyn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To Kill A Mockingbird is a great book. It's not always enjoyable in a sense that the racism is just disturbing for me. But it is a great book and very worth the read. It's one of those books that makes me feel like I'm in it and I'm experiencing the same thing as the characters. And it's even more interesting but also sort of ironic at the same time because the story is told from a child's point of view which is so simple. It's like, if you see it from her point of view, the solutions to the problems seem so simple and yet you know that life is never that simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm starting to babbling nonsense again, haha. I definitely recommend the book, though (it's not like anyone hasn't read it either).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Current book : Wuthering Heights.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-7558010257697819569?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7558010257697819569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/09/strike-five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/7558010257697819569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/7558010257697819569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/09/strike-five.html' title='Strike five!'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-6975842719393689755</id><published>2009-09-14T23:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:21:35.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kanye West is A Meanie</title><content type='html'>I like him for his music but not so much as a person. Being confident is one thing, being over confident to the point of being arrogant is another thing. No matter how good or great you are, I think you have no rights whatsoever to be arrogant because you're NOT the best and nor you are perfect. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yea, I totally dislike what he did to Taylor Swift at VMA yesterday. I mean, seriously, how much spotlight does he need?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yea he did apologize but the damage has been done already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder what kind of stunts will he pull next.&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/8345683509282048648-6975842719393689755?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6975842719393689755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/09/kanye-west-is-meanie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/6975842719393689755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/6975842719393689755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/09/kanye-west-is-meanie.html' title='Kanye West is A Meanie'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-3515561266238956393</id><published>2009-09-13T21:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T23:58:13.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Like This</title><content type='html'>I was looking at other people's blogs and they all seem so 'whoa', you know. And then I look at this blog and it's just ... *sigh*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kidding, I love you bloggie! lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;University's been my main concern lately. I'm still not sure what am I gonna take in uni and I'm scared that I'll make the wrong choice. It's not like buying things in Wal-Mart. I can always get a refund there. Lame analogy, I know, but you get the point right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yea. I mean, the tuition costs a lot, not to mention the time wasted if I made the wrong choice. God help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But aside from all of that, I'm excited to leave highschool! haha. Nothing to do with my current school, it's just that being in uni seems interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course the workload that comes with it will be very 'interesting' too ;) And I'm already complaining now when the worst is yet to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll try to minimalize my complaining, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-3515561266238956393?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3515561266238956393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-like-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/3515561266238956393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/3515561266238956393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-like-this.html' title='Just Like This'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-2302552513506795199</id><published>2009-09-12T03:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T03:37:40.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fill In the Gap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SqtIPncZn6I/AAAAAAAAADY/OxzR5XbNQCE/s1600-h/0909112256000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SqtIPncZn6I/AAAAAAAAADY/OxzR5XbNQCE/s320/0909112256000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380473612947529634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My daily reads. And ONLY for Biology, lol. So much for being a senior :p But I actually like Bio and Chem so I'm not really complaining, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh, Keep the Faith videos from TVXQIndo :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_DBY6ZLE4PQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_DBY6ZLE4PQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rwh87wxKbV8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rwh87wxKbV8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-2302552513506795199?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2302552513506795199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/09/fill-in-gap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/2302552513506795199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/2302552513506795199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/09/fill-in-gap.html' title='Fill In the Gap'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SqtIPncZn6I/AAAAAAAAADY/OxzR5XbNQCE/s72-c/0909112256000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-485877139248199448</id><published>2009-09-05T23:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T01:52:59.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Abracadabra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SqNJrHGcgPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/EkN908nrMpg/s1600-h/DSCN1651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SqNJrHGcgPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/EkN908nrMpg/s320/DSCN1651.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378223384999788786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quebec was interesting. One of the best things from the trip was that I got to watch Cirque Du Soleil live and it was for free, haha. They're amazing! I'm willing to pay to watch them, they so worth the money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The video I took :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4efcbc9757bbac40" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4efcbc9757bbac40%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329935285%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3640954F1A63AD9F8CF493DECC91FF129412F61C.325871B90A91513AA17C3DF87CDFFC68FEE44B52%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4efcbc9757bbac40%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dt-z-9znvvnO2tJaK7bo0AsWg6Is&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4efcbc9757bbac40%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329935285%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3640954F1A63AD9F8CF493DECC91FF129412F61C.325871B90A91513AA17C3DF87CDFFC68FEE44B52%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4efcbc9757bbac40%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dt-z-9znvvnO2tJaK7bo0AsWg6Is&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I just finished watching BEG in Chocolate. They're officially my favourite girl group at the moment. Where have I been?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot of groups are going for the sexy concept but BEG is definitely the one who pulls it off the best. They're just naturally sexy imo. And not to mention they're also at the appropriate age to be 'sexy', which is a loose term imo. But aside from the 'sexiness', they're also talented. All of them can actually sing. Well, I don't know about Miryo but dang SHE. CAN. RAP. Again, the term rapper seems to be pretty loose in K-pop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UPN5Xm7yRvg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UPN5Xm7yRvg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vn2nvTJPNbY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vn2nvTJPNbY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-485877139248199448?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4efcbc9757bbac40&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/485877139248199448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/09/abracadabra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/485877139248199448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/485877139248199448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/09/abracadabra.html' title='Abracadabra'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SqNJrHGcgPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/EkN908nrMpg/s72-c/DSCN1651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-3411919626140379356</id><published>2009-08-29T03:41:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T04:17:41.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Couple Talk Part II</title><content type='html'>I finally watched Couple Talk again. And just a warning that this will be a very bizzare post. I'm so out of it right now, it's not even funny.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Soulmate/Jaechun/Chunjae&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was zoning out when I watched this so I might have to watch it again. I remember they're talking about sleeping habits, alcohol, composing, music and girls. They're definitely close, though. You can totally feel it. They're, like, utterly, totally and completely best friend. With Jaemin it's more like 'brotherly' rather than 'friends' but with Jaechun it's just straight best friend. I think they're really similar in a lot of ways and it's nice to see them have each other like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yoosu / Ah-Ky&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're definitely close, too. But it's a different sort-of close like Soulmate. I don't know how to put it, but it feels like Yoosu are like children while Soulmate are teenagers. Huh? I don't even know myself. Anyway, what do they talk about? I remember Kenyan, something about prank for Junsu on April Fool's Day (Junsu! *heart*),and their future girlfriends. I agree with Junsu when he says that there's no specific characteristic in the ideal woman for Yoochun. I think when you fell in love, you just did, there's no need for beauty or intelligence or wealth, etc. I mean of course there are certain characteristics I'd like a guy to have but in the end, if I didn't feel anything toward that person, those characteristics wouldn't matter.&lt;div&gt;However, I disagree when Junsu says that the guy should love the girl more. I think that they both should love each other equally. Beside, there's no exact measurement of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2U&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah Room Mate. My brain is seriously wired right now that what I write starting from this point will probably be incomprehensible. Err ... I like them together. They don't seem to have the playfulness aura like Yoosu, Jaechun or Jaemin have, at least not in this Talk but they still seem close. Of course all five of them are close with each other but obviously there must be someone that they feel closer to than the others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, my admiration for Yunho grew again after I watched this. Didn't even think it's possible but he proves me wrong, lol. And during the first few minutes, he cracks his knee, and I was really amazed by it, rofl. I do that all the time but I don't see a lot of people do it. Cracking your knuckles, backs or necks is sort of common but your knee? Now that's rare XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's nice to see them have each others, though. You know, with what's happening right now, I'm sure it's not easy for them. At least they don't go through this completely alone but have other 4 people going through the same thing. I'm just hoping that no matter what happened, their friendship would stay strong. It's hard finding true friends like that. Trust me. I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I really should sleep right now. Part III is coming when I feel like it XD&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&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/8345683509282048648-3411919626140379356?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3411919626140379356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/couple-talk-part-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/3411919626140379356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/3411919626140379356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/couple-talk-part-ii.html' title='Couple Talk Part II'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-260022909524186551</id><published>2009-08-25T03:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T03:14:43.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fictionalley.org/authors/cinnamon/BW.html"&gt;Read Beautiful World here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful World is my second Draco/Harry fanfiction and a very good one at that. I knew that the ending would be sad but it's still heartbreaking when I read it.&lt;br /&gt;Death is never an easy topic for me, even if it's &lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt; in a fanfiction, especially if the fanfiction is so good that it just seems so real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;While he was sleeping, Harry Potter decided to die. It wasn't a conscious decision so much as the little boy who lived deep inside his inner most self, who had curled up there with a rather bedraggled blankie and an old teddy bear long ago, closing his tired green eyes and letting go. He'd been living there, deep inside Harry's soul, since the first day his uncle had closed the door of the cupboard on Little Harry's bright little boy face, casting his brilliant green eyes in shadow. Not an imaginary friend, or even an imaginary part of himself, but all those secret dreams and wishes of childhood that Harry hadn't ever admitted out loud (Christmases and candy floss and puppies and ponies and bikes with training wheels). They had to go somewhere, after all, and they had; deep inside where they burned with the faith and hope of a child with an unbreakable spirit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;And then, sometime during Harry's fifth year, the bubble broke, his heart broke, his spirit faltered, and he decided to die.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Draco Malfoy had never met a knight in shining armor and, he always liked to think, if he ever did, he wouldn't be that impressed. Really, what's a stupid sod in a metal suit good for, in the grand scheme of things? He thought girls who dreamed of such things were sentimental and dull; surely their imaginations could come up with a more fitting hero. Which was why, when he found himself somehow cast into the role of Harry Potter's Personal Knight In Shining Armor, he was Not Impressed. In the least.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Being by himself was the only time when Harry felt he was being honest with the people around him, and then it was only because, of course, there weren’t any. He didn’t know if he could particularly handle being the hero everyone assumed him to be. Honestly, he wasn’t all that brave; he was scared out of his mind. What sort of hero was terrified of waking up in the morning? What sort of hero secretly wished never to wake up because at least sleeping was real? At least if he was killed in his sleep, he could die knowing that it really wasn’t his fault. He’d been asleep, how was he supposed to protect himself? Even heroes have to sleep. Even heroes have to die. Most likely sooner and more violently than other people.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;And it scared him. A lot of things scared him. Being alone scared him. That’s why Harry liked it; he liked a certain degree of controllable fear. Being alone by choice meant that if he changed his mind, he could have companionship. Being alone against his will was out of his control, and he flaunted having control over it, just a little bit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now go read it! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/8345683509282048648-260022909524186551?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/260022909524186551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/beautiful-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/260022909524186551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/260022909524186551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/beautiful-world.html' title='Beautiful World'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-6979752422419602128</id><published>2009-08-24T01:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T01:25:42.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Pain</title><content type='html'>I thought I'm over it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it still hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-6979752422419602128?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6979752422419602128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/6979752422419602128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/6979752422419602128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-pain.html' title='In Pain'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-760291942169062723</id><published>2009-08-24T00:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T00:25:57.642-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Little Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blow.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/04/24/two-little-boys/#more-597"&gt; Two Little Numbers by Charlie M. Blow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Children can’t see their budding lives through the long lens of wisdom - the wisdom that benefits from years passed, hurdles overcome, strength summoned, resilience realized, selves discovered and accepted, hearts broken but mended and love experienced in the fullest, truest majesty that the word deserves. For them, the weight of ridicule and ostracism can feel crushing and without the possibility of reprieve. And, in that dark and lonely place, desperate and confused, they can make horrible decisions that can’t be undone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, no more. All people are worthy just the way they are, the way God and nature made them, the way they see themselves through the truest eye of the soul. We must teach every child, nay every person, that the greatest measure of our own humanity is the degree of human dignity we afford those from whom we are different. A smile, a kind word, a handshake, a hug, understanding and compassion – the simplest acts of goodness can bridge the widest chasms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very late post actually but I just can't believe this. It's hard to believe that things like this are actually happening in this modern world and moreover in the so-called 'advanced' country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-760291942169062723?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/760291942169062723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/two-little-boys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/760291942169062723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/760291942169062723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/two-little-boys.html' title='Two Little Boys'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-4319801250003653760</id><published>2009-08-23T01:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T01:48:08.409-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Make The World Go Round</title><content type='html'>There is a window to the left of my computer desk and I can see our backyard from there.&lt;div&gt;It was raining this afternoon and I spent few minutes staring at the rain falling from the sky with soft songs playing on the background.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does it make me sound like a sap? haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It made me feel at peace, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little bit mellow but peaceful at the same time. I felt like I could spend hours just staring at the rain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't need grand things to make me happy, although I don't refuse them either, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just staring at the rain like that makes me feel content already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few other things that make me feel content :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ When I don't have to wake up right away and can spend some times just laying on my bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ When I go out of town and then come back home. It feels so nice, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ The feeling after I take a long, hot shower. I don't like taking a shower but when I did, I mostly take a long time doing it, haha. And then I'll feel really clean and fresh afterwards and it just feels really good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ Feeling warm in a cold day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm easily content with small and simple things. I wonder if it's a good or bad thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-4319801250003653760?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4319801250003653760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/make-world-go-round.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/4319801250003653760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/4319801250003653760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/make-world-go-round.html' title='Make The World Go Round'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-124882994849087864</id><published>2009-08-22T16:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T17:09:13.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Music I'm Listening To</title><content type='html'>I'm sort of sick of mainstream Kpop so I'm starting to look for underground artists (mostly hip-hop or rap). I'm still a noob at that, lol.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, people I'm listening to lately :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ The Quiett&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ Leessang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ Drunken Tiger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ Tasha / T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And from non-Korean :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ Nas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ Jamie Cullum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-124882994849087864?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/124882994849087864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/music-im-listening-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/124882994849087864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/124882994849087864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/music-im-listening-to.html' title='Music I&apos;m Listening To'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-5385623743802696216</id><published>2009-08-21T02:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T03:00:03.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blurred</title><content type='html'>Why is it so hard to see the grey areas in things?&lt;div&gt;Why does it seem like everything has to be in black or white?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking out of the box is hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-5385623743802696216?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5385623743802696216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/blurred.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/5385623743802696216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/5385623743802696216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/blurred.html' title='Blurred'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-1643087333768039417</id><published>2009-08-20T03:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T04:10:00.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Couple Talks Part I</title><content type='html'>Just because.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yunjae / Jaeyun &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My OTP *sigh* XD A lot of people complain about how they seem to be less 'real', especially if you compare it to the last one. I just feel like they're less touchy, that's all. They're definitely close, though. It's not like all of a sudden they're like strangers or just recently become friends. Of course, tbh, as an avid Yunjae fangirl, I'd like it if there are more 'touching' involved, lol. But there's more to just than skinship in a relationship. Idk, like I feel  people are taking this way too seriously. They date, they don't date, whatever, it's their lives. The thing with Yunjae, however, they're not like 'bestfriend' bestfriend. I mean, there are Soulmate and Yoosu and you know that they're 'bestfriends'. And then Joongshim, for example, they're like 'brothers'. Yunjae are like bestfriends who turn into lovers and then bestfriend again and then lovers and so on, and things get awkward when something like that happens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm reading way too much into them XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll stop here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jaesu / Sujae / Nightmate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 2nd favourite pairing. They say they've gotten much closer since the last time, which is good. Now they're like 'nightmate' lol. Jaejoong got ditched by Yoochun so he moved on to Junsu. And I agree that sometimes they don't act like their age. I mean, can you believe that Junsu is freaking 24 years old? I feel like he's my age most of the times XD I understand how he's feeling, though. When I was younger, I thought that 17 years-old people seem so mature. But now I'm at that age, I still feel like a kid. Sometimes I wonder whether I'll feel like this for the rest of my life XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I love love love when Junsu cracked Jaejoong's knuckles. I had to repeat that part because I didn't see the subs because I was too absorbed in that scene, haha. It's just so random but so ... intimate? haha. Idk, I'm quite an observant person and I love simple gestures like that. Like, a squeeze on your shoulder, a pat on your back, and in their case, cracking someone's knuckle XD You don't have to hug or kiss someone to be intimate, sometimes simple gestures tell a lot of things. Anywho - I got carried away a bit - nightmate rocks! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joongshim / Jaemin / Soulfighter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The opening cracked me up. Oh Changmin &lt;3&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JJ : "You don't love the members."&lt;br /&gt;CM : "I don't love guys."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CM : "Eating well is a must in life."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JJ : "You let me starve, then?"&lt;br /&gt;CM : "I have to live first."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JJ : "You let me die, then?"&lt;br /&gt;CM : "My life comes first."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CM : "It's like what I tell other members. I don't hate him, I just detest him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JJ : "When Changmin talks like this, I feel very proud of him. Like, he's grown up well."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CM : "Did you raise me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Jaejoong tried to molest Changmin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CM : "Our fans might be angry when they saw this, but ... I don't like skinship with men."&lt;br /&gt;JJ : "I don't like it either but I like it with our members."&lt;br /&gt;CM : "Our members are also men."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Changmin is just full of win in this talk, and in general too. I love Joongshim, they seem so comfortable with each other. Like they just have a lot of fun together, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, Jaejoong ah, if you're lonely, you have Yunho, don't molest Changmin :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And other members keep saying how the woman should be the one in control of their (Jaejoong and his girlfriend) relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is so uke XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part II is coming soon :p&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/8345683509282048648-1643087333768039417?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1643087333768039417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/couple-talks-part-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/1643087333768039417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/1643087333768039417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/couple-talks-part-i.html' title='Couple Talks Part I'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-2528761523295525338</id><published>2009-08-19T20:59:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:30:59.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>D-1</title><content type='html'>The first hearing is tomorrow and I hope everything will go smoothly :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, my AADBSK 3 is here already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SoylV_EDx-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/cTw768ioQ2k/s1600-h/DSCN1626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SoylV_EDx-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/cTw768ioQ2k/s320/DSCN1626.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371850252670453730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was watching the one where they're in Saipan and they were talking about Season 4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it hurts to know that there might not be season 4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, with everything that has happened in these past couple of weeks, things will just never be the same again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that they're not gonna be around forever, but still, it doesn't make something like this easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'm still not over the fact that it's only 3 members who are doing this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had it been 5 of them, I would've felt better than I do now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that Homin have their own reasons, and maybe Jaesuchun are also too rash, I don't know, I don't even know what the real situation is like, but still, you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like feeling like this, like I'm too attached and emotional but I just can't help it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or is it my PMS? Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea, yea, blame everything on the poor PMS :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish they can stay like this a little bit longer (okay fine, MUCH longer) :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SoymB4ZCynI/AAAAAAAAADA/iuSgtNMvF8I/s1600-h/DSCN1617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SoymB4ZCynI/AAAAAAAAADA/iuSgtNMvF8I/s320/DSCN1617.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371851006793665138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All peaceful and quiet and just ... be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SoynAesYTDI/AAAAAAAAADI/V05rFJ_Ywf0/s1600-h/DSCN1646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SoynAesYTDI/AAAAAAAAADI/V05rFJ_Ywf0/s320/DSCN1646.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371852082227203122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;^ Can't help but laughing when I saw that. How corny, LOL. Oh SM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-2528761523295525338?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2528761523295525338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/d-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/2528761523295525338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/2528761523295525338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/d-1.html' title='D-1'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SoylV_EDx-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/cTw768ioQ2k/s72-c/DSCN1626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-3807831938535090750</id><published>2009-08-16T02:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T02:53:36.439-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Junsu Manse!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: normal; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Please just ignore the title and blame Changmin for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rkHuC-GLutA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rkHuC-GLutA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yunho's 'My bag is in my heart' cracks me up, and then Yoochun smoothing out the clothing on top of the bed after that cracks me up even more. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So many things I love about this video other than what I mentioned above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Changmin asking Junsu about spelling. Book, is it? I don't know why but I always love it when someone asks Junsu to spell in English because his answer is just unpredictable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jaejoong waltzes in like a maniac with Yunho's bag (How did he find it, anyway? YUNJAE! ROFL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jaechun throwing out stuffs from Yunho's bag. Poor leader ... NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yunho's ginseng tonic (or candy, I don't really know what that is and I forget what it says in PBM) and Yoochun's 'Are you okay?' or whatever he said in Engrish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The four members raiding Yunho's stuffs and Yunho folding his clothes and cleaning it up afterwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Junsu being, well ... Junsu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't wait for my copy to arrive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9 hours full of them, LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-3807831938535090750?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3807831938535090750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/junsu-manse_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/3807831938535090750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/3807831938535090750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/junsu-manse_16.html' title='Junsu Manse!'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-2466822925217174920</id><published>2009-08-16T02:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T02:49:51.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>strike two!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px;  font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee&lt;br /&gt;The Bible&lt;br /&gt;The Lord of the Rings Trilogy by JRR Tolkien&lt;br /&gt;1984 by George Orwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(180, 225, 2); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte&lt;br /&gt;Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;All Quite on the Western Front by E M Remarque&lt;br /&gt;His Dark Materials Trilogy by Phillip Pullman&lt;br /&gt;Birdsong by Sebastian Faulks&lt;br /&gt;The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(180, 225, 2); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Lord of the Flies by William Golding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time by Mark Haddon&lt;br /&gt;Tess of the D'urbevilles by Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Winnie the Pooh by AA Milne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte&lt;br /&gt;The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Graham&lt;br /&gt;Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;Great Expectations by Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;The Time Traveller's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger&lt;br /&gt;The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold&lt;br /&gt;The Prophet by Khalil Gibran&lt;br /&gt;David Copperfield by Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(180, 225, 2); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov&lt;br /&gt;Life of Pi by Yann Martel&lt;br /&gt;Middlemarch by George Eliot&lt;br /&gt;The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver&lt;br /&gt;A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess&lt;br /&gt;A Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich by Alexander Solzenhitsyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love Winnie The Pooh, haha. It was such a fun read. I read the Disney version before but it's sort of different and this one has a few different stories too inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Current book : To Kill A Mockingbird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-2466822925217174920?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2466822925217174920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/strike-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/2466822925217174920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/2466822925217174920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/strike-two.html' title='strike two!'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-2924715855788761055</id><published>2009-08-11T02:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T02:47:13.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>strike one!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 18px; font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee&lt;br /&gt;The Bible&lt;br /&gt;The Lord of the Rings Trilogy by JRR Tolkien&lt;br /&gt;1984 by George Orwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte&lt;br /&gt;Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;All Quite on the Western Front by E M Remarque&lt;br /&gt;His Dark Materials Trilogy by Phillip Pullman&lt;br /&gt;Birdsong by Sebastian Faulks&lt;br /&gt;The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(180, 225, 2); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Lord of the Flies by William Golding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time by Mark Haddon&lt;br /&gt;Tess of the D'urbevilles by Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;Winnie the Pooh by AA Milne&lt;br /&gt;Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte&lt;br /&gt;The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Graham&lt;br /&gt;Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;Great Expectations by Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;The Time Traveller's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger&lt;br /&gt;The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold&lt;br /&gt;The Prophet by Khalil Gibran&lt;br /&gt;David Copperfield by Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(180, 225, 2); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov&lt;br /&gt;Life of Pi by Yann Martel&lt;br /&gt;Middlemarch by George Eliot&lt;br /&gt;The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver&lt;br /&gt;A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess&lt;br /&gt;A Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich by Alexander Solzenhitsyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;A Christmas Carol is an okay book for me. I like it but I don't love it :D Maybe because I already knew the story before I read it that it sort of reduces the 'wow' factor, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Next book : Winnie The Pooh :p&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/8345683509282048648-2924715855788761055?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2924715855788761055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/strike-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/2924715855788761055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/2924715855788761055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/strike-one.html' title='strike one!'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-8281625572342325382</id><published>2009-08-10T17:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T17:53:44.318-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Better World</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Background music : Recycled Air, Such Great Heights and Sleeping In by The Postal Service&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This whole DBSK vs. SM or to be more exact, Jaesuchun vs. SM case has taken up my world ever since the news came out. Maybe because it's summer and I don't exactly have a life, I don't know. Not that it's a bad thing, though. On one hand, I'm quite glad it happens now that I can spend the whole day obsessing over this matter. Had it happened on school days, I'm probably gonna be screwed, thinking about this when I should've concentrated on my study. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there's also a BIG possibility that it will last for a long time, longer than I would like it to be. Damn. So it's probably a good thing I will have school to (hopefully) distract me from this, because by that time (again, hopefully) I won't be this agitated anymore. Even now, I'm pretty much ready for any unwanted possibilities. I'm gonna be in grade 12 this September and it's gonna be a gruelling year. It's gonna be a battle field. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so maybe I'm over exaggerating but it will be my last year in high school. It feels weird. I still feel like a middle-school student sometimes. Or perhaps elementary student, I don't know. I just feel like a little kid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To think that I'll be a freshman in university next year is just plain weird. I wonder what it will be like. Me? In university? Ha! Weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I miss them performing as 5 already, even though they still have A-Nation. I just miss the times before this happened. This sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-8281625572342325382?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8281625572342325382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/better-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/8281625572342325382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/8281625572342325382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/better-world.html' title='Better World'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-8848927592170917779</id><published>2009-08-09T23:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:51:36.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>"You fear the world too much."&lt;div&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Christmas Carol&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I do fear the world too much sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What can I say? This world is a scary place :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there's been warning about what SM MIGHT do to Jaesuchun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The worst I could think of right now is sex tape or they're involved in a fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I'd be that surprised if that really happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think my love for them is unconditional, ROFL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, no matter what they do, I still like them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Call me crazy? Go ahead. I couldn't care less :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I know they'll lose some fans if that really happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not gonna say they're not a true fan or what (I mean really, what is a true fan like anyway?) but people are different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people see them as these 'perfect' human beings that they can't stand it when they make mistakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope the guys will be okay, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They honestly don't deserve this shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm starting to watch True Blood again because of all the hype about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm only on 2nd episode now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People say it's only gonna get better after that so I'll see :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-8848927592170917779?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8848927592170917779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/fear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/8848927592170917779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/8848927592170917779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-991005508043761573</id><published>2009-08-09T01:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T01:11:51.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Taesu</title><content type='html'>I don't like Taesu but I can't quite put my fingers around the reason why.&lt;div&gt;I just don't. It's the same thing like when you like someone, you just ... feel, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that I'm a possessive fan who doesn't like it when they date girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like Yoochun and Gahee or Yunho and Lina for example.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I just don't like Taesu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know it's not good enough of a reason, that's why I've been trying to like them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I being silly? :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I seriously can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I still feel bad for them to not be able to date openly and being so freaking busy because they're overworked by their diabolic company and thus not being able to meet that often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, most people their age are able to date and maybe even be each other 24/7 but they can't even though they're in the same company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is pretty much a pointless post, LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, I'm looking for a good design for my (future) tattoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels like getting married, a life-time commitment XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-991005508043761573?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/991005508043761573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/taesu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/991005508043761573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/991005508043761573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/taesu.html' title='Taesu'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-1758467639891315227</id><published>2009-08-07T22:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:30:25.732-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Read read read</title><content type='html'>I love reading. Good reads are what keep me going on in shitty days. Graphic novels, mangas, novels, magazines, fanfictions, I read them all.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For fan fictions, I'm reading mostly SasuNaru fanfictions nowadays. Others fanfictions I read are Harry Potter, Hikaru No Go, Final Fantasy and DBSK (although I haven't read a lot of Yunjae's fanfictions lately). There are actually a lot of good fanfictions out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here's a list of 30 books that British' librarians claim as must-reads :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px; font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee&lt;br /&gt;The Bible&lt;br /&gt;The Lord of the Rings Trilogy by JRR Tolkien&lt;br /&gt;1984 by George Orwell&lt;br /&gt;A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte&lt;br /&gt;Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;All Quite on the Western Front by E M Remarque&lt;br /&gt;His Dark Materials Trilogy by Phillip Pullman&lt;br /&gt;Birdsong by Sebastian Faulks&lt;br /&gt;The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Lord of the Flies by William Golding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time by Mark Haddon&lt;br /&gt;Tess of the D'urbevilles by Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;Winnie the Pooh by AA Milne&lt;br /&gt;Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte&lt;br /&gt;The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Graham&lt;br /&gt;Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;Great Expectations by Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;The Time Traveller's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger&lt;br /&gt;The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold&lt;br /&gt;The Prophet by Khalil Gibran&lt;br /&gt;David Copperfield by Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov&lt;br /&gt;Life of Pi by Yann Martel&lt;br /&gt;Middlemarch by George Eliot&lt;br /&gt;The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver&lt;br /&gt;A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess&lt;br /&gt;A Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich by Alexander Solzenhitsyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This list is from 2006 actually but it's okay because books are timeless and I haven't read most of the books in the list, as you can see (more like none actually). I'll try to read 30 of them asap, haha. I actually read Pride and Prejudice, I just haven't finished it :p&lt;/span&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/8345683509282048648-1758467639891315227?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1758467639891315227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/read-read-read.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/1758467639891315227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/1758467639891315227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/read-read-read.html' title='Read read read'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-3083872311503694112</id><published>2009-08-07T02:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T02:28:09.901-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Happy Place</title><content type='html'>Okay, first thing first :&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gOPVRJB1-9c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gOPVRJB1-9c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I just know about the song now?&lt;div&gt;It made my day XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on to a happier topic (because worrying doesn't help a bit), these are some of my 'happy' places, meaning places that make me happy :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ HOME. Home meaning anywhere with my family :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ Beach. I just love beaches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ Movie theatre. I love watching movies and going to movies is one of my favourite things to do on the week-end :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ Book store. I'm a geek, lol. Going to a book store, where there are a lot of books (new or used doesn't really matter) makes me so happy like a kid in a candy store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all I can think of at the moment. But for me, it really doesn't matter where the place is, as long as I'm with my loved ones, it's okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life is so simple, no? haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-3083872311503694112?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3083872311503694112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-happy-place.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/3083872311503694112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/3083872311503694112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-happy-place.html' title='My Happy Place'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-5666887705133396862</id><published>2009-08-03T01:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T01:51:44.162-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Intense</title><content type='html'>One word to define the current situation.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm watching from the side as the drama unfolds, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These past few days have been such an emotional roller-coaster. Gawd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last 3 years (okay, 2 years and 11 months) have been such a crazy journey, thanks to those 5 guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, it's been fun, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad for everything I've gained from this journey and it's something that I'll keep within my memory for the rest of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks, guys &lt;3&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, just stay strong, okay? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;FIVE IS EQUAL FIVE, FIVE IS NOT EQUAL THREE PLUS TWO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XD&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/8345683509282048648-5666887705133396862?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5666887705133396862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/intense.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/5666887705133396862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/5666887705133396862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/intense.html' title='Intense'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-798982215711002754</id><published>2009-08-02T03:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T03:13:58.829-04:00</updated><title type='text'>surrender</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yea, my nightmare just became reality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, maybe not yet, but I have a feeling it will, soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I gave up.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll still support you and I'm still keeping my words - as long as each of you are happy, it's enough for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do whatever you want to do, do whatever your heart tells you to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hope that they're telling the right thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-798982215711002754?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/798982215711002754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/surrender.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/798982215711002754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/798982215711002754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/surrender.html' title='surrender'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-2868723870669864402</id><published>2009-08-02T01:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T02:13:08.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Weekend</title><content type='html'>Because of DBSK.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's why I have been feeling agitated these past couple of days and did not post the pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't re-write the problem because it's unnecessary, everyone knows about it already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I admit, I was being selfish at first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing that worried me the most is that only 3 members are doing this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure had it been the 5 of them, I would be less worried and agitated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That, obviously, is because I'd rather have them together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How selfish of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, after I thought about it, like, a thousand times, I'm sure that they have their reasons as to why they're doing this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also sure, it's not like an overnight decision.&lt;br /&gt;This is a big deal, not a trivial matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With that being said, I also realized that as hard as this may be for me as a fan, this must be a thousand times harder for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have to deal with the media (god knows how savage media can be) and also the SM itself, they should not need to deal with the anger or confusion or disappointment from the fans, too; what they need right now as support and as a fan, what else I can give other than exactly that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These past couple of days have been just absolutely unreal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the lawsuit news, their SBU Sweet Room version (what's up with THAT, by the way? So gay, LOL), A-Nation, Yunho's Evisu photoshot (hot stuff. waiting for more) and then the release of their 3rd Concert Album - it has been an emotional roller coaster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's only because of these 5 guys. Absolutely crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a good way, of course, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this makes me think (yes, think, AGAIN) about them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess, right now, I'm already prepared for the worst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not now, of course, I'm 99% positive they're not gonna disband now but who knows about the future?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked my self, what truly matters for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the answer is their happiness, that &lt;i&gt;each of them&lt;/i&gt; is happy, and if (god forbid this ever happens *knock on wood*)they're not happy being with each other, then I'd rather have them disband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of these stuffs make me wonder why people want to become an idol in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-2868723870669864402?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2868723870669864402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/weird-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/2868723870669864402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/2868723870669864402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/08/weird-weekend.html' title='Weird Weekend'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-2536811593008854508</id><published>2009-07-30T02:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T02:30:24.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOZAH!</title><content type='html'>I'll post the summer pics later today, I'm too lazy to transfer the pics to my computer and then upload it here, lol.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so I don't have a life and I'm still lazy, sue me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywaaaaayyy, it was my father's birthday yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birthdays are bittersweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On one side, it's a special day, but on the other side, I'm not there to celebrate it with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, my present does count, kay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially if it's my own parents', lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking about my dad reminds me of how much I used to dislike him. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so bad about that now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It came to the point where I could almost say I hate him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, I've never told him that, nor I'm planning to because it's not important anymore but it can almost make me hate my self to ever think like that about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was childish and ignorant and immature, yea, but they're not good enough of excuses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kay fine, I was 10 years old, is that good enough for an excuse? LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It made me realize, though, that there are always two sides to everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always keep that in mind now : to not judge others so quickly before I know the reasons behind their actions - which don't always justify their actions, really, but at least I get to know the truth before I pass any judgments (which I shouldn't be doing, actually, judging people, but eh ... it's a habit of most people, if not everyone).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, I try to not judge people but it's a hard thing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's an automatic thing, you know XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to my father, right now I can honestly say that he's the best father that I could ever have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's probably not the best father in the world but he is for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's probably the only one who can handle a daughter like me ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It takes me about 16 years and being thousands of miles apart from him, but as they always say, better late than never at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-2536811593008854508?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2536811593008854508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/woozah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/2536811593008854508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/2536811593008854508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/woozah.html' title='WOOZAH!'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-3878734593805617215</id><published>2009-07-28T02:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T02:55:23.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>kthxbye</title><content type='html'>People are amusing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*need to (and will) make a proper post ASAP*&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&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/8345683509282048648-3878734593805617215?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3878734593805617215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/kthxbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/3878734593805617215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/3878734593805617215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/kthxbye.html' title='kthxbye'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-8915945578249557974</id><published>2009-07-24T02:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T02:12:22.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Verdict</title><content type='html'>The jury has made their decision and yes, Yunho will be acting in the drama 'Heading to the Ground'.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOOOOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was honestly disappointed to hear this. I mean, yes, he can act, but is it good enough to be the main actor? No. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What happens to just sticking to your own thing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not blaming him for wanting to try a new thing, but is now the right time to do it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh whatever. He's a big boy and I'm not his mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heck, we don't even know each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's probably why he went back to Korea alone, to settle this &lt;i&gt;thing&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-8915945578249557974?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8915945578249557974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/final-verdict.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/8915945578249557974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/8915945578249557974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/final-verdict.html' title='The Final Verdict'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-8670316867808215968</id><published>2009-07-23T20:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:08:31.795-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The thing about people is ...</title><content type='html'>they're not forever. People come and go. They are born and they die. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relationships wilt and eventually die. Even with your own family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You get hurt by people all the time. Especially by those dearest to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've lost quite a lot of friends and I've gotten hurt so many times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I think, maybe I'm better off alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yet, I know I need others to survive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't life be simple?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8345683509282048648-8670316867808215968?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8670316867808215968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/thing-about-people-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/8670316867808215968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/8670316867808215968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/thing-about-people-is.html' title='The thing about people is ...'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-94626141016871968</id><published>2009-07-23T00:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T00:39:40.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/Smfon98DSII/AAAAAAAAACw/uix_nhSMS_U/s1600-h/0907221702000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/Smfon98DSII/AAAAAAAAACw/uix_nhSMS_U/s320/0907221702000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361509654746843266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's finally here! Woot! I really enjoy &lt;s&gt;ogling&lt;/s&gt; reading it. There are a lot of LOL -worthy moments for me XD&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway,  I promise my self to not post their pics in airports anymore. Nor will I look at the pics, unless it's a coincidence cause I can't read titles in Korean or Japanese or Chinese (FAIL!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-94626141016871968?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/94626141016871968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/94626141016871968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/94626141016871968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-15.html' title='Summer 15'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/Smfon98DSII/AAAAAAAAACw/uix_nhSMS_U/s72-c/0907221702000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-6149247458906035874</id><published>2009-07-22T02:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T03:28:30.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalala</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/01-PqqifyjA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/01-PqqifyjA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the trailer, I liked it, it made me curious of the book so I finally borrowed it.&lt;div&gt;I have never read the book at all, lol. And it's actually good. Well, it's sort of expected from an award-winning book. I'm curious how the movie's gonna turn out because there's not really much in the book imo, but I'll see later. I'm not gonna start to dissect the book, though :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What I'm watching right now (I'm not the type of person who finishes a series without watching other series, no, I can't do that. I get bored +.+ So I watch multiple series at the same time) :&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;+ &lt;b&gt;The Big Bang Theory&lt;/b&gt; - A smart and hilarious series. It keeps me laughing throughout each episodes. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ &lt;b&gt;Nurse Jackie&lt;/b&gt; - It's also a good series. I don't know how realistic this is since I'm not a nurse (yet, lol) but I don't really care - I enjoy watching this. I didn't know Edie Falco before this series because I never watched The Sopranos but I just might later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ &lt;b&gt;Better Off Ted&lt;/b&gt; - I just started watching the Pilot episode today and I like it already. Portia De Rossi is in it. I like her, she seems like a cool person. I've never seen her acting before, though, this is my first time. I still like her, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ &lt;b&gt;Bleach&lt;/b&gt; - I'm re-watching it from the very first episode. I watched it because of my brother before and I skipped a lot of episodes so that's why I'll just re-watch it again. Don't know if I'll be able to finish it this summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ &lt;b&gt;Avatar : The Last Airbender&lt;/b&gt; - I guess that's the right title? Cause I vaguely remember that people would call it Ang or something. Huh. Maybe it's just me. I'm not sure if I could finish this one too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ &lt;b&gt;Triple&lt;/b&gt; - The only Korean drama I'm watching atm. I really like it because it's not over-the-top or over-exaggerated or super intense or tear-jerking. It does have some 'WTH?' moments for me, for example : the length that Hyun Tae goes to to pursue Su In. It's basically almost like stalking. But overall I enjoy watching it (otherwise I'd stopped watching it since the beginning) and I also like the soundtrack. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if you go to dbsg comm in LJ and read the post about fandom, you'll know what I'm talking about right now. It's like serious shit over there. Like, it intrigues me but at the same time, it's one of those things I'll never understand. It's, like, chillax, you know. I guess I'm just too nonchalant and too laid-back to do something like that. I don't even know them personally, can't I just support them by buying their albums and going to their concerts? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entertainment business can be so fucked up sometimes. Way too complicated for someone like me, unfortunately.&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/8345683509282048648-6149247458906035874?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6149247458906035874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/lalala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/6149247458906035874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/6149247458906035874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/lalala.html' title='Lalala'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-1681447730173004727</id><published>2009-07-21T23:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:38:30.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SmaJgbmPqHI/AAAAAAAAACo/SdYcsoSMVIM/s1600-h/0907211830000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SmaJgbmPqHI/AAAAAAAAACo/SdYcsoSMVIM/s320/0907211830000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361123596688140402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my way home from the library. It was raining but you can't really tell from the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-1681447730173004727?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1681447730173004727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/1681447730173004727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/1681447730173004727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-14.html' title='Summer 14'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SmaJgbmPqHI/AAAAAAAAACo/SdYcsoSMVIM/s72-c/0907211830000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-1410997677888646191</id><published>2009-07-21T03:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T03:49:57.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Hungry slash Pointless Rant</title><content type='html'>I just watched Zoom-In (with DBSK in it, obviously) and oh my god, was I drooling or what?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food ... oh the food. Bibimbap, kimchi jigae, samgyupsal, is it for real, life? Is it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I want to eat meat so badly :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baegubda! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I hate it when people start to comparing 2 groups to each other. BB vs. DB, BB vs. DNT, 2PM vs. SHINee, WG vs. SNSD, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that it's completely unecessary to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each group, while may have similarities to other groups, is different. No two groups are the same, no group is perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't get the point of comparing two groups. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so this group sells more albums than the others, this group gets more awards than the others, SO WHAT? I don't get it, please do enlighten me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not gonna lie, the 'irrational slash fan-girl' part of me is happy when, let's say, my favourite group, DBSK is said to be better than BB or 2PM or SuJu for example.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like, 'Take that, BB/2PM/SuJu!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But of course, it's just sheer bias. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 'rational' part of me, however, as I stated before, cannot see the point in doing so other than to alleviate or deflate my fangirling passion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can throw a lot of arguments, write an essay to explain my view on the matter, but then what? And for what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know, for me it just doesn't matter what people say about them. If I like them than I like them, I don't need anyone's approval or goddamn statistics to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe I'm just tired of having the feeling to keep proving that DBSK is better than the other groups because they're not. Yes they're fucking great but as I said, it might be just out of sheer bias. I'm not in any position to judge who is better than who.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I know that I like one particular group better than the other out of &lt;i&gt;personal preference&lt;/i&gt;, that's it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh the things I'll never understand in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-1410997677888646191?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1410997677888646191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-hungry-slash-pointless-rant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/1410997677888646191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/1410997677888646191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-hungry-slash-pointless-rant.html' title='I&apos;m Hungry slash Pointless Rant'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-4585487594999428203</id><published>2009-07-21T01:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T01:09:47.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SmVNe9A8vHI/AAAAAAAAACg/pagdxnE1hYQ/s1600-h/0907201839000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SmVNe9A8vHI/AAAAAAAAACg/pagdxnE1hYQ/s320/0907201839000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360776125624401010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stuffs I borrowed from the library today. Mostly are mangas, though :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-4585487594999428203?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4585487594999428203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/4585487594999428203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/4585487594999428203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-13.html' title='Summer 13'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SmVNe9A8vHI/AAAAAAAAACg/pagdxnE1hYQ/s72-c/0907201839000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-8152490378823091877</id><published>2009-07-20T21:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:30:40.067-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fangoods fangoods fangoods</title><content type='html'>A lot of fansites are selling fangoods now, with the SMTown coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-____-;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My resolve to not spend money on their goods might crumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about college, think about college, think about college, think about college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College, college, college, college ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-8152490378823091877?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8152490378823091877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/fangoods-fangoods-fangoods.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/8152490378823091877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/8152490378823091877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/fangoods-fangoods-fangoods.html' title='fangoods fangoods fangoods'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-4094634588339967607</id><published>2009-07-20T02:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T02:32:34.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FAIL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pds15.egloos.com/pds/200907/20/70/b0062970_4a63f3e235e69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 992px; height: 659px;" src="http://pds15.egloos.com/pds/200907/20/70/b0062970_4a63f3e235e69.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yunho : Can you see my armpit's hair? Can you? Can you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JJ : OMG I don't know him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pds15.egloos.com/pds/200907/20/58/f0056258_4a636f6f36fbe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://pds15.egloos.com/pds/200907/20/58/f0056258_4a636f6f36fbe.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pds15.egloos.com/pds/200907/20/58/f0056258_4a636f77d067d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 430px;" src="http://pds15.egloos.com/pds/200907/20/58/f0056258_4a636f77d067d.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pds15.egloos.com/pds/200907/20/58/f0056258_4a6377de9923d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 422px;" src="http://pds15.egloos.com/pds/200907/20/58/f0056258_4a6377de9923d.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credit : DNBN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why so cute? :p His niece is effin cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my family :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-4094634588339967607?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4094634588339967607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/fail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/4094634588339967607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/4094634588339967607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/fail.html' title='FAIL!'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-6737685553704919380</id><published>2009-07-20T01:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T01:12:16.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF?</title><content type='html'>I accidentally deleted my old blog's template so I lost all of the codes so I had to basically make the blog from scratch again (except for the blogskin, obviously, thanks to www.blogskin.com :p).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why so careless?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-6737685553704919380?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6737685553704919380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/wtf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/6737685553704919380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/6737685553704919380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/wtf.html' title='WTF?'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-7775845113853639857</id><published>2009-07-20T00:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:49:03.249-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SmPzIwf1khI/AAAAAAAAACY/NZcbtIv_VX0/s1600-h/0907191814000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SmPzIwf1khI/AAAAAAAAACY/NZcbtIv_VX0/s320/0907191814000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360395313283961362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The berries that were mashed by the kids in my church. I was the 'berries-picker' :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-7775845113853639857?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7775845113853639857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/7775845113853639857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/7775845113853639857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-12.html' title='Summer 12'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SmPzIwf1khI/AAAAAAAAACY/NZcbtIv_VX0/s72-c/0907191814000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-6039815585667390874</id><published>2009-07-20T00:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:30:34.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cectheatres.com/assets/1952-UpMoviePoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 481px;" src="http://www.cectheatres.com/assets/1952-UpMoviePoster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so it's not exactly a self-taken picture but whatever, lol. I finally watched it and I freaking love it. I actually cried watching it. It's a must-watch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-6039815585667390874?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6039815585667390874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/6039815585667390874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/6039815585667390874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-11.html' title='Summer 11'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-626119799014364894</id><published>2009-07-20T00:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:28:26.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SmPyMRA5WcI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QvvIM4z9MUg/s1600-h/DSCN1589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SmPyMRA5WcI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QvvIM4z9MUg/s320/DSCN1589.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360394274040535490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It came! Erotic from Eroyj.com. The photobook is just beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-626119799014364894?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/626119799014364894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/626119799014364894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/626119799014364894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-10.html' title='Summer 10'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SmPyMRA5WcI/AAAAAAAAACQ/QvvIM4z9MUg/s72-c/DSCN1589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-4935641959147309552</id><published>2009-07-20T00:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:26:21.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SmPxn3hcmbI/AAAAAAAAACI/H_vwINISFJs/s1600-h/DSCN1584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SmPxn3hcmbI/AAAAAAAAACI/H_vwINISFJs/s320/DSCN1584.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360393648722450866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to this outlet in Lundy's Lane that day and we went, like, ballistic, lol. We don't usually shop that much :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-4935641959147309552?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4935641959147309552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/4935641959147309552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/4935641959147309552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-9.html' title='Summer 9'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SmPxn3hcmbI/AAAAAAAAACI/H_vwINISFJs/s72-c/DSCN1584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-5156270034474226769</id><published>2009-07-20T00:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:23:55.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SmPxK9VM5rI/AAAAAAAAACA/l48-r5ndV28/s1600-h/DSCN1521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SmPxK9VM5rI/AAAAAAAAACA/l48-r5ndV28/s320/DSCN1521.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360393152065496754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cliffton Hill in Niagara. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-5156270034474226769?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5156270034474226769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/5156270034474226769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/5156270034474226769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-8.html' title='Summer 8'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SmPxK9VM5rI/AAAAAAAAACA/l48-r5ndV28/s72-c/DSCN1521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-3119028524983987685</id><published>2009-07-20T00:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:21:40.945-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SmPwtqrH3XI/AAAAAAAAAB4/tkE2zz-wcto/s1600-h/0907142034000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SmPwtqrH3XI/AAAAAAAAAB4/tkE2zz-wcto/s320/0907142034000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360392648840961394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was taken on my way home from work last Tuesday. I love sunset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-3119028524983987685?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3119028524983987685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/3119028524983987685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/3119028524983987685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-7.html' title='Summer 7'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SmPwtqrH3XI/AAAAAAAAAB4/tkE2zz-wcto/s72-c/0907142034000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-4258288201422246734</id><published>2009-07-20T00:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:20:12.912-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SmPwLwn9iRI/AAAAAAAAABw/IdsDMPQWQNA/s1600-h/16102008(021).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SmPwLwn9iRI/AAAAAAAAABw/IdsDMPQWQNA/s320/16102008(021).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360392066322762002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. I confess. I didn't take any pictures last Monday so I'm using this one. This was my room around winter last year. It's cleaner now, I swear. I'll take a new picture later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-4258288201422246734?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4258288201422246734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/4258288201422246734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/4258288201422246734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-6.html' title='Summer 6'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SmPwLwn9iRI/AAAAAAAAABw/IdsDMPQWQNA/s72-c/16102008(021).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-1024709639995145790</id><published>2009-07-20T00:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:15:57.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SmPvZaL52hI/AAAAAAAAABo/ljUAuiD5pLA/s1600-h/DSCN1500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SmPvZaL52hI/AAAAAAAAABo/ljUAuiD5pLA/s320/DSCN1500.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360391201306040850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back home. My 'station', lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-1024709639995145790?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1024709639995145790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/1024709639995145790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/1024709639995145790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-5.html' title='Summer 5'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SmPvZaL52hI/AAAAAAAAABo/ljUAuiD5pLA/s72-c/DSCN1500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-8329564964135684019</id><published>2009-07-20T00:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:13:39.507-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SmPuzlbuJ2I/AAAAAAAAABg/T1OkPRYkM6c/s1600-h/DSCN1486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SmPuzlbuJ2I/AAAAAAAAABg/T1OkPRYkM6c/s320/DSCN1486.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360390551490144098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beach in the camping site. So pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-8329564964135684019?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8329564964135684019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/8329564964135684019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/8329564964135684019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-4.html' title='Summer 4'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SmPuzlbuJ2I/AAAAAAAAABg/T1OkPRYkM6c/s72-c/DSCN1486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-6450765930050001318</id><published>2009-07-20T00:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:11:17.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 3</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't posted in such a long time but the summer project is still going XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SmPtGmXyFHI/AAAAAAAAABY/BYw12zApt5k/s1600-h/DSCN1393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SmPtGmXyFHI/AAAAAAAAABY/BYw12zApt5k/s320/DSCN1393.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360388679136318578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our tent during camping! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-6450765930050001318?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6450765930050001318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/6450765930050001318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/6450765930050001318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-3.html' title='Summer 3'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SmPtGmXyFHI/AAAAAAAAABY/BYw12zApt5k/s72-c/DSCN1393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-1398375685940522048</id><published>2009-07-09T23:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T02:06:58.492-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/Sla4HpThsHI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2DqsgEyrStw/s1600-h/DSCN1353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/Sla4HpThsHI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2DqsgEyrStw/s320/DSCN1353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356671248290132082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My stuffs for camping tomorrow. I'm going camping for 2 nights and 3 days. Goodbye civilization, welcome nature!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-1398375685940522048?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1398375685940522048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/1398375685940522048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/1398375685940522048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-2.html' title='Summer 2'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/Sla4HpThsHI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2DqsgEyrStw/s72-c/DSCN1353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-2548980958210382283</id><published>2009-07-09T13:45:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T14:11:36.664-04:00</updated><title type='text'>jaesu! jaesu! jaesu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SlYtI3WDZDI/AAAAAAAAABI/5U5chrNnYnI/s1600-h/b0064377_4a55cc3aa184b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SlYtI3WDZDI/AAAAAAAAABI/5U5chrNnYnI/s320/b0064377_4a55cc3aa184b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356518437122434098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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&gt;&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&gt;&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&gt;&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&gt;&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&gt;&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&gt;credit : DNBN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you see the Jaesu? lol. I love Jaesu. They're my 2nd favourite couple after Yunjae. Yunjae will always be my OTP, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, I like all the pairings. OT5 is not that bad either ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there's just something about Jaesu, idk. They're like super close but not so much on screen. They're like this mysterious couple, rofl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I feel like Jaesu is so underrated. All the pairings need equal love, people, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*squeal like a mad man*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o_O''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, I want the THSK Shouyuukoto voice strap so bad. But it's like sold out in mu-mo. Restock guys, restock! lol. Now my only hope is Yahoo Auction Jp. Someone sold it for 23500 Yen. WHAT? That's insane. I want it bad but not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-2548980958210382283?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2548980958210382283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/jaesu-jaesu-jaesu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/2548980958210382283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/2548980958210382283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/jaesu-jaesu-jaesu.html' title='jaesu! jaesu! jaesu!'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SlYtI3WDZDI/AAAAAAAAABI/5U5chrNnYnI/s72-c/b0064377_4a55cc3aa184b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-8542248600796013769</id><published>2009-07-08T19:48:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T13:56:32.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, so first of all, a little bit of warning : I'm not a professional photographer nor I plan to be one so apology in advance if some - if not most - of the pics look very amateur, because I am one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I practically got kicked of my own house so I went to Shoppers near my house and buy these :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img27.imageshack.us/i/dscn1326w.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img27.imageshack.us/img27/8937/dscn1326w.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;+ Quaker Dipps : Granola bars are one of my favourite snacks. Granola bars plus chocolate? Heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;+ Nail polishes : I collect nail polishes, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;+ Betty and Veronica Double Digest : I like Archie and friends :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;+ Study Guide : I'm planning to take my G-1 this summer so I'll start studying from  now on.&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/8345683509282048648-8542248600796013769?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8542248600796013769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/8542248600796013769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/8542248600796013769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-1.html' title='Summer 1'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-5903567815127080174</id><published>2009-07-08T15:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T15:43:21.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DBSK operas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First it's Jaesu and now it's 2U?&lt;br /&gt;Whoaaa, they're seriously switching partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like it's a soap opera.&lt;br /&gt;Next thing you know, it turns out that they're actually related by blood somehow.&lt;br /&gt;And then JJ turns into an alcoholic and Changmin is actually his brother who had plastic surgery so he's unrecognizable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it turns out again that hey, no, they're not blood-related and JJ is back with Yunho and Junsu is back with Yoochun, but not long before Changmin develops an infatuation over Yunho and he'll try to take Yunho away from Jaejoong.&lt;br /&gt;And of course Jaejoong will try to defend for his man, at the same time trying to battle his drinking problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, we find out that Yoochun is actually adopted and he's been faking his identity all along.&lt;br /&gt;He also has to do a TV show where he has to work in close proximity with another guy which makes Junsu jealous which makes him go undercover as a woman in that TV show, causing a lot of commotion but increases the rating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Yunjae and Yoosu will fight over a kid that they want to adopt and Changmin still tries to take Yunho away from Jaejoong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, not to forget, the evil father and mother who try to kill their sons' lovers because gay is just not socially acceptable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;I watch too much soap operas. Anyway, I'm starting a project called 'Summer Project'. Yaay for originality!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;It's like the popular 365 project except that I don't think I can finish a year-long project so I'll just do it all summer long and by summer I mean from today until the last day of summer day which is like September 12th or something. So I'll post the first picture later, after I take one :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Why am I doing this? Well, first, so that I have something to do this summer and then second, I see this as a way to keep track of my summer this year, although I think it's gonna be pretty boring but we'll see yea? ^^&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/8345683509282048648-5903567815127080174?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/5903567815127080174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/dbsk-operas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/5903567815127080174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/5903567815127080174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/dbsk-operas.html' title='DBSK operas'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-3400227313356136886</id><published>2009-07-08T02:16:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T13:56:53.728-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the life of a fangirl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Being a fangirl is an exhausting life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Your heart breaks and your mind goes crazy every time you see your 'idol' with another woman, because he's supposed to be gay with the other member, dammit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And then you have to go to the girl's cyworld/minihompy/personal site/whatever to leave a rude comment (e.g : you beeyotch! stay away from my oppa! he doesn't deserve you! just go and kill yourself! you plastic girl!) to warn her to not get too close with your 'oppa' because again, he's supposed to be gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And then there are 'anti-fans' that you have to defend and shield your idols' from. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"No, my oppas are the best! Jjang! Just because his voice cracks doesn't mean he can't sing. He's just too tired. He's too busy. He still looks good, though. Oppa, saranghaeyo! (insert a thousand hearts here)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not to mention the goods. Oh the goods and the dvd's and the cd's and the mini albums and the real albums and the fangoods and the clothes and shoes and earrings and necklaces and etc that they wear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; have them even if you have to starve your self for months. You don't care. It's all to 'support' your oppas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And then there is still the spazzing that you have to do. The pictures you have to stare for hours, the videos you have to watch again and again because oh my god, they look like a living god on earth and oh-so-adorkable in that video. And then you have to download the videos, get a new hard drive because there's just not enough space to contain all of your 'collections'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And then after you do all of those things, you remember that you actually have friends and families and a real life to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If only being a fangirl is the only way to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's 2.30 in the morning and I have no idea what I'm writing about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pandora TV - I'm in a love-hate relationship with it. I love the qualities, it's like HD but it takes so much time to load it. And I'm too lazy to sign up to be a member, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyway, I'm waiting for more info on AADBSK3 Korean version. It has to have English subs, it just has to. And it also has to be cheaper than Japanese version. Dude, Japanese like to rip people's money off, lol.&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/8345683509282048648-3400227313356136886?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3400227313356136886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/checkmate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/3400227313356136886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/3400227313356136886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/checkmate.html' title='the life of a fangirl'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-6573933544386568446</id><published>2009-07-07T15:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T15:33:38.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Videos videos videos ... I love Youtube!</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I go to Youtube waaaay too much it's unhealthy -____-;;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n762vnDoqHA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n762vnDoqHA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ IU. I love this girl! She's so talented. I posted about her in wordpress around last year I guess. She should gets more recognition :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v2Sh1ov24Nk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v2Sh1ov24Nk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ Taemin playing River Flows In You. It's one of my favourite song from Yiruma and while I don't really like Taemin that much, I still like guys (or boys, in this case) who can play piano. I can only play like the first few bars of that song and then it got too hard and I got too lazy, lol. Fail.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bqy13xRa_BM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bqy13xRa_BM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I just knew the meaning of the lyrics. LMAO. "A waste of resources; rejuvenating; still, drink this." WHAT??? And they look so serious too singing it, hahahaha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Tokyo Dome is done! Congratulation, guys! :) It also helps the sales of SBU only for like a day, lol. Still, it's a good thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been reading such good reviews about the concert. And that's exactly why I like them. They can actually perform and sing &lt;i&gt;live&lt;/i&gt;. And not just one or two of them but all of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't care how good a singer looks or how good he/she sounds on CDs, live performances matter so much more to me. Quoting from my friend, "If they sound good live, it's good enough for me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-6573933544386568446?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6573933544386568446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/videos-videos-videos-i-love-youtube.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/6573933544386568446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/6573933544386568446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/videos-videos-videos-i-love-youtube.html' title='Videos videos videos ... I love Youtube!'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-1486840622840434676</id><published>2009-07-03T02:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T02:24:41.615-04:00</updated><title type='text'>D-1 ...</title><content type='html'>... until Tokyo Dome!!!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, I'm so excited for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is like a milestone in their career and they totally deserve it - they work super hard after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was watching their old Japanese videos and I just felt really touched and proud of them :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They've definitely come a long way since then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their Japanese are so much better and so are their appearances :p (Jaejoong's hair in Hug Intl. was a huugee turn-off for me); they also look more at ease right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think all of them are gonna cry tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, good luck boys! (or should I say men?) Ganbarimasu~!&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&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/8345683509282048648-1486840622840434676?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1486840622840434676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/d-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/1486840622840434676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/1486840622840434676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/d-1.html' title='D-1 ...'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-8308507412760660046</id><published>2009-07-03T01:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T01:32:01.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>timeless</title><content type='html'>I just saw this :&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/13euXKBA6Co&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/13euXKBA6Co&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after I watched that, I watched the Junsu and Ri In's version and I have to say that I like Junsu&amp;amp;Ri In's better. I mean Davichi ladies are both amazing singer and so is Jin Ho (although his expression always distracts me) but there's just something about Ri In's voice (psshh, I'll choose her over Tae Yeon any day ;) ). And don't even get me started on Junsu's. His. Voice. Is. Amazing. Period. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's Ri In and Junsu's version :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IF8EF0nJfq4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IF8EF0nJfq4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of the better live versions that I can find. She can sing but she sounded pretty shaky every time she sang live. She's improved, though. Where is she, by the way? I've never heard anything from her anymore.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is Jinho and Davichi's latest performance of Timeless :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r9ytm3aw1jE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r9ytm3aw1jE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-8308507412760660046?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8308507412760660046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/timeless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/8308507412760660046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/8308507412760660046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/timeless.html' title='timeless'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-4128878345861334454</id><published>2009-07-02T00:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T00:41:37.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'>love in the ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XxBoZbX155A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XxBoZbX155A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the performance that made me fall in love with 'Love in the Ice'. I was watching it for like the hundredth time so might as well post it here. I thought it was good the first time I heard it but nothing special. But when I saw that, I was just blown away. I love it when they sing live and nail it because they're perfectly capable of doing that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Junsu's voice in this song. He's an amazing singer. Jaejoong's voice is more versatile but imho, Junsu has stronger voice. If he were to go solo, I'm sure he would make it but being the 'fangirl' I am, I prefer DBSK with 5 people :) But hey, he can make a solo album, just like Tae Yang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still waiting for them to come up with better songs, though. I feel bad when people don't take them seriously based on their songs because they're capable of so much more than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, I love these guys, can't you tell? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-4128878345861334454?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4128878345861334454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-in-ice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/4128878345861334454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/4128878345861334454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-in-ice.html' title='love in the ice'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-8874549621650228766</id><published>2009-06-30T19:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T19:35:28.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel gHood Muzik</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PUe2KSDc0SM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PUe2KSDc0SM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p5xQ12g8zfM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p5xQ12g8zfM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drunken Tiger is back! They're one of the few Korean artists whom I have total respect for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 : 45 Heaven was the first song I've ever heard of them and I got hooked instantly, like so many people out there. And now they're back with their 8th album. True Romance features Tasha, JK Tiger's wife. Their son, Jordan, is such a cutie. I bet he's gonna grow up to be a talented guy like his parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's 8:45 Heaven. This song is written for Tiger JK's deceased grandmother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U1jP4xS_mTY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U1jP4xS_mTY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you like them, please support them and buy their album. I know I will :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's another song that I'm listening to :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Im3yE7f4vYE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Im3yE7f4vYE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're such goofballs :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-8874549621650228766?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8874549621650228766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/06/feel-ghood-muzik.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/8874549621650228766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/8874549621650228766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/06/feel-ghood-muzik.html' title='Feel gHood Muzik'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-8529053082821603949</id><published>2009-06-27T19:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T19:47:15.161-04:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img194.imageshack.us/i/1zc04y01.gif/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img194.imageshack.us/img194/2500/1zc04y01.gif" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's Eunhae, for those of you who don't know. Eunhae stands for Eunhyuk and Donghae, again, for those K-Pop or SuJu noobs XD Kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm waiting until Yunjae do something like that. They should. If Eunhae can, then Yunjae can too :D Although, I cannot imagine JJ or YH does that but they should.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First post in almost a month and this is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pssshh. I'm a fangirl XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And don't mind the title, it's a title of Yiruma's song that I'm listening to right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-8529053082821603949?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8529053082821603949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/06/maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/8529053082821603949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/8529053082821603949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/06/maybe.html' title='maybe'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-1360496689270094719</id><published>2009-05-31T15:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:30:46.135-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorance Is Not Bliss</title><content type='html'>I don't like people who are ignorant. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's one thing to not like one thing but it's another thing to dislike something based on your ignorance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so easy for people to throw the word 'hate' without actually knowing the subject or object of their hatred.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People should and need to educate themselves first before they pass a judgment or label something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so, I have a love-hate relationship with this fandom (this refers to DBSK obviously, or just K-Pop in general). On one hand, it feels nice to have people who share the same interest as you, who understand what you're into and are into the same thing. On the other hand, sometimes it's the only thing you have in common. And so clashes happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, clashes occur all the time, but it feels very uncomfortable when they happen in a community that you feel safe in. Safe because you share the same interest and so they won't laugh at you, they won't insult your favourite artists and so on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, when incidents occur in that community you feel safe in, it's only natural that you feel a certain &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;disposition&lt;/span&gt; toward it, such as repulsion. You feel repulsed and apalled to be in that community anymore because you feel like that sense of security is gone. Okay, maybe for the first few times they happen it's still okay. But when they happen all the time, that's when the feeling of repulsion come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why sometimes I like it better to be on the outside, to be the observer and not be inside and finding out the ugly side of this fandom. I mean, losing a fan because he/she doesn't like the artist anymore it's one thing, but to lose a fan because of another fan? That's completely unnecessary and avoidable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, the main duty of fans is to support the artist. That's it. Not in an extreme way, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since when things become so personal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They shouldn't be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, fandom is so complicated. It looks nice from the outside but there are a lot of dark sides to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-1360496689270094719?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1360496689270094719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/ignorance-is-not-bliss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/1360496689270094719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/1360496689270094719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/ignorance-is-not-bliss.html' title='Ignorance Is Not Bliss'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-353777519391164099</id><published>2009-05-30T21:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:43:26.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Indonesian!</title><content type='html'>This post exists because I'm a cool person because I'm multilingual XD&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jadi ini pas ke Ottawa sekitar 2 minggu yang lalu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Setelah perjalanan yang menghabiskan waktu sangat lamaaaa sekali, kita nyampe di Ottawa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Begitu nyampe, yang dicari cuma satu : WC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan kita tahu satu tempat yang pasti punya WC, McDonald.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jadi lah kita sibuk nyari McDonald.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi kan pas keluar dari tempat parkiran banyak distraction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maklum jarang ke Ottawa, jadi aja sibuk liat-liat dulu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mana pada lapar pula, jadi cari restoran juga (walopun ujung2nya kita makan arem2 yang sengaja dibawa buat lunch. Yea, we're cheap like that XD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rombongan : *sibuk liat2 sambil ngobrol*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um X : Udah, ntar aja. CARI KENCING DULU! CARI KENCING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ROFLMAO. I was laughing so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that is one of the reasons why I love Indonesian :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-353777519391164099?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/353777519391164099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-indonesian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/353777519391164099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/353777519391164099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-indonesian.html' title='I Love Indonesian!'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-8064105397577275072</id><published>2009-05-29T17:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:56:08.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's About Humans' Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="280"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X0nGQ6C4wEc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X0nGQ6C4wEc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A protest against Prop 8 in California about 3 days ago. Finally! Prop 8 is just so ridiculous. It's taking away humans' rights, what rightfully belong to them. It is also the same as saying, "Your feeling is wrong. The love that you feel is wrong."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I posted this video on my wordpress account before but I figure I'd share again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hnHyy8gkNEE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hnHyy8gkNEE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He looks a little bit cheesy but I totally agree with his point. In the end, it's about humans' hearts and feelings. If their feelings are taken away from them, then what else are they left with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-8064105397577275072?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8064105397577275072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-about-humans-feelings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/8064105397577275072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/8064105397577275072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-about-humans-feelings.html' title='It&apos;s About Humans&apos; Feelings'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-4652818751554008475</id><published>2009-05-29T17:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:37:54.441-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely, I'm So Lonely</title><content type='html'>The title explains everything :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thought I'd be just fine alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turns out the answer is no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-4652818751554008475?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4652818751554008475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/lonely-im-so-lonely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/4652818751554008475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/4652818751554008475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/lonely-im-so-lonely.html' title='Lonely, I&apos;m So Lonely'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-944212142636356004</id><published>2009-05-01T22:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:03:20.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>casablanca</title><content type='html'>Husband : What watch?&lt;div&gt;Wife : Ten watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Husband : Such much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carl : You both will get along &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beautifully&lt;/span&gt; in America.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Casablanca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favourite scene in the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guuuhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Casablanca just became my all-time favourite movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has action, drama, love story, comedy, everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although the ending is a little bit heart-breaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it just makes the movie even better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wo2Lof_5dy4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wo2Lof_5dy4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Here's looking at you, kid."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-944212142636356004?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/944212142636356004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/casablanca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/944212142636356004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/944212142636356004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/casablanca.html' title='casablanca'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-3050745477702894635</id><published>2009-05-01T22:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T22:53:23.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuts My barreh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aE9ryozDWOI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aE9ryozDWOI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLMAO.&lt;div&gt;The first guy is so epic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't really mind the second part of the video, although it's pretty funny too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's how I sound in karaoke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, I'll just stick to karaoke and bathroom singing.&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/8345683509282048648-3050745477702894635?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3050745477702894635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/tuts-my-barreh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/3050745477702894635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/3050745477702894635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/05/tuts-my-barreh.html' title='Tuts My barreh!'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-2080589014682914828</id><published>2009-04-25T22:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:54:11.861-04:00</updated><title type='text'>baby i can see your halo</title><content type='html'>I'm much much better right now.&lt;div&gt;Thanks for those who give me encouragement :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tend to exaggerate things so they may sound really bad, but honestly, they're not &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; bad. Things could be worse ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I don't usually get sad for a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe about a day or two and then I'll be able to hope again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopes are very powerful and so are prayers :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway, it was so hot today. 27 degrees! Gawd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then it rained. Great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like rain, only when I'm at home and I don't have to go outside :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I like the aftermath of rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like the seemingly fresh air, the smell of the damp ground, the cool weather, everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels so .... liberating, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when it rains, the best thing to do is to curl up in your bed, snuggle under a blanket with a good read, hot chocolate/milk/coffee/tea, and a musk fragrant from incense filling your nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's exactly what I did. Except for the hot beverage and the incense part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was too lazy to make the hot chocolate and my lighter didn't work but it was still good nevertheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I adore my OTP. I truly do. They are the ones who attracted me to this fandom in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know that I've been saying that I don't really care if they weren't really 'real' or if they dated someone else but the truth is I think my heart would break a little. It wouldn't affect my whole life but it would still hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huh, I guess that makes me a hypocrite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-2080589014682914828?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2080589014682914828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-i-can-see-your-halo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/2080589014682914828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/2080589014682914828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-i-can-see-your-halo.html' title='baby i can see your halo'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-6024500642779200622</id><published>2009-04-25T00:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T00:27:10.225-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash and Burn</title><content type='html'>I need someone to crash and burn together.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling so fucking depressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that this is only temporary - that life is this huge wheel that rotates and revolves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes you're up and sometimes you're down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course everyone knows that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I'm in the down part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything just sort of piles up together - troubles, worries, fears, anxieties; the formula of stress and depression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm basically screwed right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With that being said, I'm sure things will get better, they always do, trust me on this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But ... I can't deny the fact that I have problems right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can not just pretend that everything's fine when it's not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I shouldn't compare my problems to others' too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is taken from The Perks of Being a Wallflower : "You shouldn't compare your problems to others'. Of course there are always people who have it worse than you. But comparing your problems to theirs doesn't make yours go away." That's basically the gist of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so I'm sad. So I'm depressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm an android if I always feel happy - if they feel anything at all, that's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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&gt;I'm just gonna drown in this state of worrying and come back stronger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or at least I hope so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-6024500642779200622?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6024500642779200622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/crash-and-burn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/6024500642779200622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/6024500642779200622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/crash-and-burn.html' title='Crash and Burn'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-8965298142213591990</id><published>2009-04-17T15:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:43:37.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FTW!</title><content type='html'>The Loamies for the win!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*currently in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dislike Mac :( *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-8965298142213591990?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8965298142213591990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/ftw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/8965298142213591990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/8965298142213591990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/ftw.html' title='FTW!'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-7973656816707676224</id><published>2009-04-16T01:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T01:09:44.892-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Ever Hurt Like You</title><content type='html'>Yes you, school, you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing ever hurt like school. The homework, the assignments, the friends, the boyfriends, the girlfriends, the dramas, everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't mind me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-7973656816707676224?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/7973656816707676224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/nothing-ever-hurt-like-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/7973656816707676224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/7973656816707676224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/nothing-ever-hurt-like-you.html' title='Nothing Ever Hurt Like You'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-4002636786899952177</id><published>2009-04-13T17:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:07:24.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mortal Instruments</title><content type='html'>Books recommendation from me :&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS Trilogy by Cassandra Clare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;quote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;City of Bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/quote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; begins with a sixteen-year old girl named Clary Fray, who lives in New York with her mother, an artist. She comes home one night to find her apartment ransacked, her mother gone -- and a slavering demon ready to tear off her head. Once the demon's dealt with, Clary follows the clues to her mother's disappearance into an alternate New York filled with hideous demons, hard-partying warlocks, not-what-they-seem vampires, an army of werewolves and the scariest thing of all: the secrets of her mother's past. She also finds herself torn between two boys -- her best friend Simon, for whom she's developing new feelings, and the mysterious demon hunter Jace, who has a past more tangled than her own. She becomes a part of the secret word of the demon hunters, or Nephilim, and as she does discovers she might be more connected to them than she originally thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;City of Ashes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; continues Clary's adventures with Simon, the demon hunters Jace, Isabelle and Alec, the warlock Magnus, and the mysterious Raphael. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;City of Glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; takes the characters to the demon hunters' exotic home country, Idris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;credit : mortalinstruments.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I have only read few pages of the first book, City of Bones, so I can't really say much. Why do I recommend this trilogy? Cause it's popular right now and I've read a lot of good reviews for it. And also because I like what I've read so far. It gets my attention just by reading few pages of it. So read it! :)&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/8345683509282048648-4002636786899952177?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4002636786899952177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/mortal-instruments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/4002636786899952177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/4002636786899952177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/mortal-instruments.html' title='The Mortal Instruments'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-778004121482337443</id><published>2009-04-10T00:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T00:51:07.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>park yoochun is teh smex!</title><content type='html'>I mean, Park Gahee is hot, okay? Like not just hot hot, but hot 'hot'.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for Yoochun - who is 6 years younger - to be able to go out with her, there must be something about him. I bet they did the deed too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh Yoochun. What are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6EDqAtZz3O0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6EDqAtZz3O0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw this. Oh. My. God. What I won't kill to have a body like that.&lt;div&gt;Kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's Anna Bessonova, Ukranian I think. She's a rythmic gymnast so it's no wonder she can pull something like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh, I love Mia Michaels! She's amazing. Her pieces are beautiful &lt;3&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/8345683509282048648-778004121482337443?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/778004121482337443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/park-yoochun-is-teh-smex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/778004121482337443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/778004121482337443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/park-yoochun-is-teh-smex.html' title='park yoochun is teh smex!'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-8469834649780626156</id><published>2009-04-08T23:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:11:12.702-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pride</title><content type='html'>Humans and their prides are inseparable. Prides are what make us cocky.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have my share of cockiness too. Hopefully not too much, though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I admit, sometimes I am very proud of my self, too proud even. I don't like losing to someone else. I am quite a competitive person although I may not seem like that from the outside. If you can read my mind and see my heart, you'll be blown away. And no, I'm not proud of that. I'm learning to change to be a better person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, back to topic, I think feeling confident is a great thing. But when you start to feel too confident and start to condescending others, that is when the alarm should start beeping in your head and signaling that there is something wrong here. But the alarm does not always work. And that's the problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To think that I am better than someone else, for me, is a very low thing. But yet sometimes I can't help but feel like that. I don't like being judged, so it's only fair if I do the same to others. I mean, who am I to say that I'm better than you? How would you feel if I came up to you and say, "You know what? I'm so much better of a person than you are." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I cannot control my feelings, but I can control my actions and that's the least I can do ... right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I just saw this fancam in Lola onnie's blog (mywickedplace.blogspot.com) :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a3z7mPb4snQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a3z7mPb4snQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't Yoochun look so hot pissed off like that? I'm not gonna even comment on his action. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I always say, "A man gotta do what a man gotta do."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was talking about it with my friends just now, and we came to a conclusion that if we were in his shoes, we would've done something worse and sooner too. I would probably scream : "BACK OFF OR I'LL KILL YOU ALL!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naah. What am I saying? I'm too nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-8469834649780626156?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/8469834649780626156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/pride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/8469834649780626156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/8469834649780626156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/pride.html' title='pride'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-6041622199058036877</id><published>2009-04-06T22:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:57:55.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>forgive your enemies</title><content type='html'>Well, forgiving your friends is even harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole forgiving business, to be honest, I'm not really good at it. I think I might have forgiven someone, but then when he/she does something wrong again, I will bring his/her past mistakes up. It feels like I still hold a grudge against that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me feel guilty because I obviously make mistakes too, tons of them. And of course I'm hoping for forgiveness. But if I can't forgive others, why should I expect them to forgive me, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said to forgive others seven times seven. I'm not gonna preach or what, but I think that's a very crucial lesson which is extremely hard to do at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I am able to forgive someone, it wouldn't be that easy for me to just let it go. I think I have let it go already, but then when they make mistakes again, their past wrongdoings will come up. And that means that somehow, I still keep them inside of me instead of letting them go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To forgive and forget. To accept and let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a lot to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I just saw this trailer :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XE8QiTDWCVk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XE8QiTDWCVk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I laughed so hard, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's just like Vin Diesel version, except slightly gayer."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The Fast &amp;amp; The Bi-Curious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't mean you're gay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just, don't get married."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-6041622199058036877?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6041622199058036877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/forgive-your-enemies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/6041622199058036877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/6041622199058036877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/04/forgive-your-enemies.html' title='forgive your enemies'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-1516711825489772965</id><published>2009-03-31T23:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:26:37.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was Made To Be With You</title><content type='html'>Just added something on my wish list : volunteer abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully 2 more years from now - or anytime God wants me to and if He does want me to - I'll go abroad to volunteer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just can't wait to grow older. I feel like there are a lot of good, promising things ahead of me - not to be cocky, but yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to live in the present first in order to move on to the future right? :D&lt;br /&gt;And it's fine with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I only live once. Better live it awesomely :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-1516711825489772965?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1516711825489772965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-made-to-be-with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/1516711825489772965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/1516711825489772965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-made-to-be-with-you.html' title='I Was Made To Be With You'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-2847197876036222104</id><published>2009-03-29T15:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T15:15:58.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Infinity is In My Hand</title><content type='html'>I'm cold. I'm sleepy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts. My arms hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is spinning. The floor is spinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet, life's never been better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-2847197876036222104?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/2847197876036222104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/03/infinity-is-in-my-hand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/2847197876036222104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/2847197876036222104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/03/infinity-is-in-my-hand.html' title='Infinity is In My Hand'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-6733988400210630324</id><published>2009-03-29T01:33:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T02:26:00.926-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dbsk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yunjae'/><title type='text'>Doing It With All Your Might Is Good Too!</title><content type='html'>I was watching this and something occured to me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kIRb8JD7ujA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kIRb8JD7ujA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;s&gt;at about 5.13, Changmin was sort of trying to look at Jaejoong's expression, or at least that's what I think.&lt;div&gt;My guess is, it has something to do with Yunho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for being such a fangirl. It's just that ... it's hard not to when it comes to Yunjae, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But back to topic, I am pretty darn sure that the other members know something about those two. I feel like squeezing out the information from them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Telephaty, where are you when I need you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and at 5.21, was Yoochun staring at Junsu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And at 5.25, Jaejoong expression was - I cannot really interpret it - it's either he's excited or he was feeling bad cause Yunho had to do the Bruce Lee thing again and again. (I know I do). And again, Changmin! He was looking at Jaejoong (again). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See? Something was definitely up that day, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I'm gonna sound like a freak cause, they only looked at each other for goodness sake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, my logical side thinks like that too, but there's more to it. I can feel it, LMAO.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh never mind, my feeling sucks and I'm a freak. I watched it again and I realized that there were monitors in front of them, so Changmin and Yoochun were probably just looking at the monitors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Jaejoong's expression when Yunho was doing the imitation remains untouched. That ... eager/I-feel-bad-for-you expression :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a random note, I was thinking about how they feel when they go to shows and they have to do things that they're probably tired of. Like that imitation, for example. The first few times, it's still interesting but then it started to get lame. Or how do they feel when they're being asked the same question over and over again. If it were me, I would probably be like, "Just use the tape from the other hundred interviews with the same question!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're almost like actors eh? It's like whatever troubles they have, they have to pretend that they don't have them, and put happy faces in front of the camera. That's sort of sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aside from that, I enjoyed watching the whole show. Junsu was being Junsu and Yoochun was sick. And my point is? Watch it! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-6733988400210630324?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6733988400210630324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/03/doing-it-with-all-your-might-is-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/6733988400210630324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/6733988400210630324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/03/doing-it-with-all-your-might-is-good.html' title='Doing It With All Your Might Is Good Too!'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-1968054627341228163</id><published>2009-03-29T00:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:46:15.190-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Earth Hour</title><content type='html'>I spent an hour without electricity. Only one lamp was on and that was it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent the hour talking to my family.  It was not bad at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing with technology ... sometimes it just takes us away from what matters the most - real people in real life. Often we are so caught up in our own world that we forget that we don't live alone. Facebook, myspace and all that stuff - they're just a bunch of pictures and words on the screen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure there's more than that to our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-1968054627341228163?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/1968054627341228163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/1968054627341228163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/1968054627341228163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour.html' title='Earth Hour'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-6940359976293079966</id><published>2009-03-24T22:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:10:50.248-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>TAXI</title><content type='html'>I'm going to be stubborn as hell and refuse to back down.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beside, it's so stupid if I give up just because I trip on a small pebble along the way right? That is the same as saying that I'm weak, which I'm not. I'm strong - even stronger than what other people might think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yea, I refuse to give up and will keep trying until everything is final - which is still a long time ahead. So until then, go me go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Psst, I know it might seem lame for me to do this, but whatever, I gotta do what I gotta do, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And about the title, it's a new song from Tohoshinki in their new album : Secret Code.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just love the song! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-6940359976293079966?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6940359976293079966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/03/taxi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/6940359976293079966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/6940359976293079966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/03/taxi.html' title='TAXI'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-4839744055307013193</id><published>2009-03-23T21:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:38:16.943-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Hey you. Yes you.</title><content type='html'>"We are the hero of our own story."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what one of my t-shirt says. And we are. We are the hero of our own story. Some people might strive for a bigger scale than that and that's good. But for some people, their own lives provide more than enough adventures. And that's also a good thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, just wondering, do a lot people feel that they're meant to do bigger things? Like you're not meant to live an 'ordinary' life that you're living right now, like you have a bigger purpose than just what you're doing right now. I wonder if a lot of people feel or think that way. I'm not gonna lie - I did feel that way. Not a lot of times but I still did regardless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe, just maybe, those people who are doing what most people perceive as a 'huge' deal have never thought about it. Maybe they just did it. It's like why spending your time thinking about it when you can actually go out there and do it, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The outcome of your life depends on you. You can make something out of your life, everyone can, I truly believe that. Sky is the limit, they say :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going around in circle, haha. I'll just end this post with some quotes from One Tree Hill :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Old Guy : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I want to tell you something son, it's the most important thing there is -- love, finding the right person to spend your life with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lucas : I know I made the right choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Old Guy : (Laughs) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That's where they get you, thinking you got a choice. Love finds you son. You don't find love. Its got a little bit to do with destiny, fate, whats written in the starts, and a lot to do with the simple fact that most women are smartter than we are. And wily. But if you want to believe that you had a choice in the matter, I'd say you made a good one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lucas : Why is that ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Old Guy : Because she showed up. And she sure is pretty."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/8345683509282048648-4839744055307013193?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4839744055307013193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-you-yes-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/4839744055307013193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/4839744055307013193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-you-yes-you.html' title='Hey you. Yes you.'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-6675734074338808608</id><published>2009-03-17T15:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T17:16:16.479-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Casablanca</title><content type='html'>March Break!&lt;div&gt;I'm sort of excited. Time to rest before march to reality again next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh right, I have a new job! Woohoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's only for the weekends so that's good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes it is a tough job, I have to work hard but what can I do? I need the money, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh the things we do for money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, me and my friends went to a karaoke place yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They call it Noraebang in Korean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so much fun. My voice got hoarse but it's okay. It's not like I need my voice to make a living anyway, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The place opens at 5 but we got there at about 3, so we spent 2 hours in a Korean restaurant, even though we already ate lunch. We ended up buying quite a lot of food too in the end, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our food :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img12.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dscn0708s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img12.imageshack.us/img12/7817/dscn0708s.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is mine (Kimchi Jjigae) :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img12.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dscn0709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img12.imageshack.us/img12/4795/dscn0709.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so good. And I love the mandu (dumplings). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just like eating, can you tell? haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I could only say 'gamsahamnida' to the owner XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I understand few words but that's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all I need to figure out a sentence anyway, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to learn more Korean :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-6675734074338808608?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6675734074338808608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/03/casablanca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/6675734074338808608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/6675734074338808608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/03/casablanca.html' title='Casablanca'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-6144369764054809818</id><published>2009-03-12T23:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T00:34:23.554-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Ces't La Vie</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling anxious now, perhaps because of the caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;Because of yesterday, or to be more exact, this morning, I drank a glass of coffee before school, bought another cup of coffee in McDonald after school and another cup in Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;I was high all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm freaking out (again). It could be due to the caffeine or the lack of sleep, or maybe it is just me. Maybe I just freak out easily. Although after writing it down or thinking about it over again, I will feel better, so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need money. Badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Korea and also for college next year. I know it's still next year, and my friend keeps telling me to just chill and not talk about it, but how can I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the root of the problem : money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how I stressed over money so much right now. I wasn't like this before, maybe because I lived with my parents before and everything - at least most of the things I want - seemed to be affordable, or maybe I was just naive. Now that I live faraway from my parents, I cannot be dependent to them. I have to work and I cannot just buy things that I want, I have to organize my budget and whatnot. And that made me realize just how valuable money is. Of course, I'm not a stingy person, although I am a cheapskate, that I have to admit, but I just don't spend that much money anymore, because I simply don't have it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, money. Evil conniving bitch. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I applied for some jobs so I got distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what can I do? Ces't la vie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to make the best out of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-6144369764054809818?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6144369764054809818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/03/cest-la-vie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/6144369764054809818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/6144369764054809818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/03/cest-la-vie.html' title='Ces&apos;t La Vie'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-6327315746460497782</id><published>2009-03-12T01:43:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T00:35:02.407-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Your Love Is All I Need</title><content type='html'>It's 1.43 a.m right now and I still have to wake up at 7 tomorrow (oh, it's today!) to go to school. &lt;div&gt;I don't usually sleep this late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just have this essay due tomorrow that I'm not finished with. Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not even sleepy anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Definitely need to drink coffee tomorrow morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe go to Timmys if I have time. Hummm ... probably not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;Anyway, Kiss the Baby Sky MV is out!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;I was going to post the video here but Avex is fast. Whoa.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Never mind, here it is. Hopefully it won't be taken down again.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa Avex. Fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9BzNkL-Lg38&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9BzNkL-Lg38&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just love the PV. I don't know. It's simple, yes, but it makes me happy, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sounds so ... happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My song theme for spring is this song :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which reminds me, 8 MORE DAYS UNTIL SPRING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. Good bye winter! So long! Farewell!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And March Break is coming too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes yes yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a bleaker note, I'm scared for college. I'm like freaking out. I know it's still a year, but I don't know, it's just scary. I'll be fine though, I know I will :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just going to go back to finish my pathetic essay.&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/8345683509282048648-6327315746460497782?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/6327315746460497782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/03/your-love-is-all-i-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/6327315746460497782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/6327315746460497782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/03/your-love-is-all-i-need.html' title='Your Love Is All I Need'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-3955557775657439407</id><published>2009-03-07T22:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T22:37:57.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 My OTP</title><content type='html'>My OTP rocks!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bash them and prepare to die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, not literally but you know what I mean. No one, let me repeat this again, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt; messes with my OTP, at least not in front of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-3955557775657439407?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3955557775657439407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-3-my-otp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/3955557775657439407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/3955557775657439407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-3-my-otp.html' title='I &lt;3 My OTP'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-9138188594649538256</id><published>2009-03-07T02:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T02:07:51.363-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Later Baby, Later</title><content type='html'>I'm not procrastinating, I'm just distracted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-9138188594649538256?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/9138188594649538256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/03/later-baby-later.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/9138188594649538256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/9138188594649538256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/03/later-baby-later.html' title='Later Baby, Later'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-3319150709291915496</id><published>2009-03-02T22:31:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:55:58.290-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Bachelor'/><title type='text'>Guys Are Stupid, And So Are Reality Shows</title><content type='html'>Well, some are.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you watch The Bachelor, you know what I'm talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I don't even know why I watched it in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, my aunt and my cousin watch it, so I just watch it with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not really a waste of time, 'cause I have fun laughing at Jason cries XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, but like, even Molly cries less than you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm off on a tangent. Like always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm watching the final episode while I'm typing this right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea, the final episode, where Jason dumps Molly for Melissa, and then realizes that the chemistry is gone after the filming is done, dumps Melissa, and asks Molly back. Oh, and of course he just has to use &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; line, "It's not you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is why reality shows nowadays are crap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're for entertainment purposes only, which they succeed in doing (at least for me), but other than that, I'd rather watch cartoons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moral of the story : Don't expect anything, anything, from reality shows. And it's probably better if you don't watch them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course Molly says yes to Jason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yaay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"America is floored."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I am increduled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-3319150709291915496?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3319150709291915496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/03/guys-are-stupid-and-so-are-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/3319150709291915496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/3319150709291915496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/03/guys-are-stupid-and-so-are-reality.html' title='Guys Are Stupid, And So Are Reality Shows'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8345683509282048648.post-4047726161518162544</id><published>2009-03-01T00:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:37:32.891-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>I Am (NOT) 16, (NOT) Going On 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Welcome 17!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully I have a great one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8345683509282048648-4047726161518162544?l=walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/feeds/4047726161518162544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-not-16-not-going-on-17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/4047726161518162544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8345683509282048648/posts/default/4047726161518162544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walking-under-sunshine.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-not-16-not-going-on-17.html' title='I Am (NOT) 16, (NOT) Going On 17'/><author><name>Azalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135247934206490646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjtKsslVihM/SLtY9udTFiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SIHMnEk2O1E/S220/doraemon%2Bw-body-legs-hands2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
