<?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-5004156783267239318</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:59:20.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sukstas ♡</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>suksters</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-7401625780259234838</id><published>2008-08-06T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T08:11:27.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blog come back!</title><content type='html'>Done with all the applications and dorm shit, the only thing &lt;br /&gt;i have to worry about is the boxes and the packing i have to do..&lt;br /&gt;i recently sent all the tuition to RISD, and they sent me back a &lt;br /&gt;package saying that i have to do a Liberal Arts portion with 42 credits&lt;br /&gt;during my freshmen year in RISD...and that really pissed me off&lt;br /&gt;cuz some of the classes they required was the classes i took before in NMC&lt;br /&gt;such as: Introduction of Sociology &lt;br /&gt;         College English Composition 1 (EN101)&lt;br /&gt;         American Nations II&lt;br /&gt;         Introduction to Psychology&lt;br /&gt;         Principles of Democratics&lt;br /&gt;thats all i remember for now. so i went to NMC to pick up my official transcript,&lt;br /&gt;oh, i first went to NMA to see Mr. Kodep to ask what i can do, because&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't sure if i needed to send it out (i mean what if they don't even &lt;br /&gt;accept my credits that i took in NMC. i didn't want to use my $20 in getting the transcript...im lyk really broke rite now..lol) so he sent out a fax telling &lt;br /&gt;the lady "Ms. Sweeney" who was responsible for the Liberal Arts notifying her&lt;br /&gt;that i already took classes here and wanting her to accept my credits.&lt;br /&gt;after that it was all approved, Ms. Sweeney wanted the official transcript&lt;br /&gt;so i went to NMC&gt;then to the post office today...&lt;br /&gt;sigh, i hope the school accepts my credits...i mean that would be really &lt;br /&gt;easier for me to survive the tight, hectic semester in RISD..&lt;br /&gt;i heard from people that my school is one of the schools that are really harsh to &lt;br /&gt;freshmens in general...lyk all the shit we have to do during our first year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room mate is a Turkish 18 year old girl and i am so glad that &lt;br /&gt;my room mate is not Korean.. (since i really don't like my race..haha LOL)&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait till i meet her and my new surrounding environment i would be living in!&lt;br /&gt;this is the first time im actually living off by myself..!&lt;br /&gt;sorry to say this, and i know this would really make my parents disappointed...but&lt;br /&gt;i have waited so long for this freedom!!!!!! i've always wanted to live by myself&lt;br /&gt;and i can't wait!!!!! i mean i know its really going to be hard but hey, &lt;br /&gt;i think i can do it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fist of all, i need to do something with my love life...&lt;br /&gt;it hasn't been going on well..&lt;br /&gt;i am definitely have some problems and i totally feel like a bitch right now..&lt;br /&gt;now i mean it....calling myself a bitch..its not like the sarcastic shit i always did..&lt;br /&gt;(sorry if it sounded nothing sarcastic....hahah)&lt;br /&gt;anyhow i am really excited in general with my life!!! 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I saw Seung hee..but &lt;br /&gt;i didn't have the chance to say hello cus i was worried&lt;br /&gt;if he didn't remember me. &lt;br /&gt;during my freshmen year he was one hella funny/perverted oppa&lt;br /&gt;he was definitely fun to hang out with him but he changed so much&lt;br /&gt;no physically but in different ways..&lt;br /&gt;maybe physcially too.. cus he got buffer..bt his face was&lt;br /&gt;noticable..before he always had that joking, child-like smile on&lt;br /&gt;now i don't see that anymore. he grew up and now he looks like a man..&lt;br /&gt;for some reason...everytime i try to say hello to him theres this &lt;br /&gt;wierd awkward-ness all of the sudden &lt;br /&gt;which even makes it more harder for me to say hello...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was suppose to be vianka's good-bye party but it didn' turn out the way&lt;br /&gt;all the remaining nmaers had planned...(remaining as Tomo, Luis, me, Kaito,and Kaba)&lt;br /&gt;there are also other people that i havent listed on the remaining nma list&lt;br /&gt;but thats becus Im not sure if there are here or not..&lt;br /&gt;anyhow. my parents were having a bbq tonite at my house cuz&lt;br /&gt;this "uncle" (he looked pretty young) got married and came to honeymoon to Saipan &lt;br /&gt;(hes from my mom's side. but I have never saw him. and this is the first time) &lt;br /&gt;I never knew I had  far far uncle. after the bbq me, tomo, my brother, luis and Kaba&lt;br /&gt;all went down to big dipper for icecream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vianka take care and i love you so much &lt;br /&gt;you were one hella good best friend and i hope we get in touch.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry for what had happened today and recently the past few monthes..&lt;br /&gt;and im also so sorry that i couldn't be there for you when you really &lt;br /&gt;needed me the most. &lt;br /&gt;Good-bye my friend and take care. &lt;br /&gt;I wish for the best always for you,my wifey! 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there are many reasons why i changed my plans&lt;br /&gt;and it was definitely a hard decision because it is more far away from&lt;br /&gt;Seattle...i mean New York is also far away from Seattle but closer than&lt;br /&gt;Rhode Island..(yes, im seeing K again..to let you guys know..im in a&lt;br /&gt;"friends for benefit" stage with him haha LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow second, i wanted to experience an urban life since i am from a small place&lt;br /&gt;and thats one of the reasons why i was planning to go to New York but&lt;br /&gt;my plans have changed....im stuck in this quiet (at least quiet-er than New York right?) place..not that i hate quiet places..its just that i wanted to experience&lt;br /&gt;something new and exciting but i guess not.&lt;br /&gt;at least new york is 45 minutes away. i can visit ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to tell you the truth i have many plans this summer..&lt;br /&gt;first i am planning to visit K around septemberish or august...&lt;br /&gt;which one, either way..&lt;br /&gt;the important part: (shhhh...its a secret)&lt;br /&gt;without telling my parents that i am visiting...&lt;br /&gt;although my parents do know that we &lt;u&gt;did &lt;/u&gt; see each other like 1 year ago&lt;br /&gt;(since i told my dad after the break-up) but i didn't tell them recently &lt;br /&gt;that i have been seeing him again..(this time long-distance. Sorry dad about the cell-phone bills..i was too lazy to buy a card..haha LOL i hope you notice the phone bills after i leave to Korea..plz)&lt;br /&gt;anyhow....so my parents totally don't know that we are seeing each other agian..&lt;br /&gt;and it is a total crime for me to change the ticket to Rhode Island to Seattle&lt;br /&gt;im not gonna live there, but maybe a one week visit before school starts.&lt;br /&gt;and its really secretive and risky..cuz im not sure how im gonna do this but&lt;br /&gt;it is definitely gonna happen.....LOL&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know where this courage came from but i miss him so much &lt;br /&gt;from the 1 year apart period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around June-July im going to be at Korea..probably taking art classes&lt;br /&gt;with my brother in the same portfolio academy i spent almost all my precious break..&lt;br /&gt;don't worry, its not gonna be that massive like before.. only 3 times a week..&lt;br /&gt;mann compared to before thats little!&lt;br /&gt;then, im probably gonna take yoga classes or any exercise so that i can shed some pounds that i gained from all the finals.....&lt;br /&gt;im also gonna club alot and see friends that i haven't been hanging out due to too much school events and work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i excited? yah..if only i dont fail mr. wicksman's EN 202 class.&lt;br /&gt;shit i chose the wrong teacher..i think..&lt;br /&gt;this is bullshit..but i hope and pray i do pass his class.......hahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004156783267239318-2140262428439415008?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/2140262428439415008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004156783267239318&amp;postID=2140262428439415008' 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tomorrow for me, &lt;br /&gt;and yes, i am very excited.&lt;br /&gt;for the past few 3 weeks i have been sleeping less amount of time&lt;br /&gt;i slept like at 3 am morning everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im finally over highschool.&lt;br /&gt;i have so waited for this freedom &lt;br /&gt;one step of becoming a complete, mature human being&lt;br /&gt;there are at times when i miss being childish, and immature&lt;br /&gt;but at times it is really tiring &lt;br /&gt;when i see people who just can't grow up and do things &lt;br /&gt;that are only for grade school kids.&lt;br /&gt;hey, but what can you say, huh? that's just the way some people are.&lt;br /&gt;they mature late and i don't blame them for that&lt;br /&gt;but it is at times ridiculous to see a physically grown up person&lt;br /&gt;act like a 1 year old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a short period of time, i have grown up so much&lt;br /&gt;the way i think, the way i treat others, &lt;br /&gt;and whenever i think about others before me&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i did grown so much&lt;br /&gt;i still have a selfish side in me but im slowly getting rid of it.&lt;br /&gt;after all, &lt;br /&gt;if i think about it, a true friend and a family is someone who &lt;br /&gt;can be there for me when i really needed them. people who can actually &lt;br /&gt;accept you the way you are. without the fakeness and the public image&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i stretched my arms for help, &lt;br /&gt;the people who are the "true" friends are always ready to embrace &lt;br /&gt;the brittle, fragile, breakable soul and help me become a better person&lt;br /&gt;they will love the way i am and i would in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times i do lack people like that &lt;br /&gt;but i am thankful that i at least have some.&lt;br /&gt;because there are some people who don't have anyone who they can trust&lt;br /&gt;although it is not safe to trust a human being 100%&lt;br /&gt;we tend to do it still &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new environment, new people, and new me.&lt;br /&gt;i might not make friends right away and i am not that good with &lt;br /&gt;making new friends but i can definitely be someone who can be there &lt;br /&gt;when someone really needs me. &lt;br /&gt;i might not be the best friend but i can be a truthful, honest, benign friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just show me that you are not fake and i'll show you me &lt;br /&gt;in like non-stop. &lt;br /&gt;i may hurt you by my harsh, truthful critiques &lt;br /&gt;but hey, it's all for your own good&lt;br /&gt;so don't take it personally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, im just excited for another journey of my life&lt;br /&gt;Rhode Island here i come :^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jJOzdLwvTHA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jJOzdLwvTHA&amp;hl=en" 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href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-know-im-back.html' title='i know, im back'/><author><name>suksters</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-2109478423850400343</id><published>2008-03-20T16:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T16:34:26.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was quite a day cuz I went on a "date" with eun ji&lt;br /&gt;we planned it day before but i didnt ask my parents advance because&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't sure if it was going to happen..and then eun ji called around 11ish&lt;br /&gt;when my parents just arrived home from their work to eat lunch&lt;br /&gt;then i told my parents that i was going out to eat and&lt;br /&gt;as usual they were not happy about it&lt;br /&gt;my parents have this thingy going on where they don't want to share&lt;br /&gt;their kids with other people. they just want to keep us with them&lt;br /&gt;and have no contact with others...&lt;br /&gt;it's sort of a parent disease or something..&lt;br /&gt;and it sometimes suffocates me&lt;br /&gt;cuz i miss alot of fun because of that..&lt;br /&gt;i mean they are TOO obsessed with us&lt;br /&gt;i get the fact that they are doing this cuz they are my parents but&lt;br /&gt;when it goes over the limit....man..then it sux&lt;br /&gt;i mean you can tell how obsessed they are&lt;br /&gt;by just talking to them for 10 minutes&lt;br /&gt;my dad wants to have 7 different cameras in my dorm just to&lt;br /&gt;check up on me..it sounds freaky? well imagine being the daughter....heh&lt;br /&gt;and oh- it's serious..cuz he already have 10 different cameras in his store&lt;br /&gt;so that he can check anytime when he's at home..&lt;br /&gt;we actually watch people in my store which is located in Tanapag&lt;br /&gt;and my house is all the way in Kobler....so yah...nice huh?&lt;br /&gt;anyway..i did get out from house to eun jis' but it took hellotta time to do so&lt;br /&gt;i had to wait 30 minutes, just to see if it was okay..&lt;br /&gt;we went to moomin's and eun ji ate ramen set&lt;br /&gt;and i ordered fried kimchi and pork...it wasnt that bad i guess?&lt;br /&gt;after that we were wandering around dfs like tourists&lt;br /&gt;and then we went to pena's to see what they had for new arrivals..but&lt;br /&gt;eventually..they didn't have any arrivals..so we went all they way to garapan&lt;br /&gt;to eat ice cream. theres this place called yellow mango&lt;br /&gt;and their yogert icecream with fruits are so gooooooooooood!&lt;br /&gt;i only ate it cuz eun ji was so full&lt;br /&gt;then we called masa and luis what they were up to&lt;br /&gt;and they were swimming at the beach behind aquaris&lt;br /&gt;so we went there and i met yugo for the first time..&lt;br /&gt;well i saw him in ayaka's blog but that was only in a pic&lt;br /&gt;he looked like an aristocrat....some guy from a rich family cuz he was so pale..&lt;br /&gt;masa made fun of me that i was more white then yugo...wtf?&lt;br /&gt;but yah..it was an interesting day&lt;br /&gt;tomo seemed really happy so i was happy too&lt;br /&gt;eh-heh spring break is almost over....sigh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;K left to Seattle like yesterday or something...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and other than that nothin much..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have to save up some money cuz i need to buy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;birthday presents.....ahhhhhhh! i use way too much money on food..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyhow so how's everyone? Ayaka? Chett?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I haven't heard lot from you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and oh, aya? did u get my email???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004156783267239318-2109478423850400343?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/2109478423850400343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004156783267239318&amp;postID=2109478423850400343' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/2109478423850400343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/2109478423850400343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/2008/03/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>suksters</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-402037353101355068</id><published>2008-03-19T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T04:57:39.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hakuna Matata</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ejEVczA8PLU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ejEVczA8PLU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it means no worries :^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s119.photobucket.com/albums/o125/suksters/?action=view&amp;current=688199bc.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o125/suksters/688199bc.jpg" border="0" alt="crazy tipsy princesses"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love disney characters &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004156783267239318-402037353101355068?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/402037353101355068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004156783267239318&amp;postID=402037353101355068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/402037353101355068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/402037353101355068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/2008/03/hakuna-matata_19.html' title='Hakuna Matata'/><author><name>suksters</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-5771507922249563563</id><published>2008-03-19T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T04:21:20.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;,    "♥♥♥☻スキねこ."; marry me said:</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What &lt;/span&gt;have I been up to?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥these days I am addicted to Nate On (this Korean msn-thingy)&lt;br /&gt;I think I can chatt for days and days ...this things is really crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;let's sex-up the atmosphere! 님의 말 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;그런점에선 고마워&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;let's sex-up the atmosphere! 님의 말 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;너도 나 그런거할만큼 안좋아했으니까 안한거니까&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i know death is inevitable. 님의 말&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;아니&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i know death is inevitable. 님의 말 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;너가&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i know death is inevitable. 님의 말 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;전나&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i know death is inevitable. 님의 말 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;싫어&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i know death is inevitable. 님의 말 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;하니까&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i know death is inevitable. 님의 말 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;안한건데&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i know death is inevitable. 님의 말 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;아니였으면&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i know death is inevitable. 님의 말 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;했겠지 ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;let's sex-up the atmosphere! 님의 말&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;만약에&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;let's sex-up the atmosphere! 님의 말 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;너가&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;let's sex-up the atmosphere! 님의 말 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;나한테 하자고했음&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;let's sex-up the atmosphere! 님의 말 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;나 했을지도몰라&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;let's sex-up the atmosphere! 님의 말 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;나그땐 너 그만큼 조아했어&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was madly in love with this guy and I almost gave up my virginity&lt;br /&gt;but I didn't because I was a bit coward at that time&lt;br /&gt;but I have no regrets whats so ever cuz we broke up eventually&lt;br /&gt;We broke up eventually but we still talk about really random shits still..&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if that's a good thing or bad...hmm but it makes me happy so&lt;br /&gt;I think it's a good thing... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥another thing I have been doing is watching a lot of Korean and Japanese dramas&lt;br /&gt;on Crunchyroll...i think I have been doing that all spring break...&lt;br /&gt;I recently watched all of gokusen...(I know it's really old...but i'm catching up! &gt;w&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;im done watching gokusen 1, and Noda is soooooooooooo X100 cute!!!! ahhh!!&lt;br /&gt;and..uhh..i stopped watching I'm sorry, I love you..&lt;br /&gt;this is a Korean drama but really really sad..actually this is my second time watching&lt;br /&gt;cuz so jisub is so hot in here XD yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥another thing, I have been accepted into Parsons New School of Design in New York&lt;br /&gt;so...yah..I got their letter like 2 weeks ago but I actually got the actual packet 3 days ago..&lt;br /&gt;im looking through it...and yes, im excited but..still not sure if this is the right thing..&lt;br /&gt;i have alot in mind right now..cuz if i try to visit to Seattle every week..thats impossible..&lt;br /&gt;well..huh...at least I got accepted into my dream school! yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how is  my spring break?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥nothing much?? i was planning to study and do alot of missing hws that i didn't turn in&lt;br /&gt;for mr. wicksman's english class but that didn't work out as i planned cuz so far&lt;br /&gt;i only did one..and my spring break ends this week...(it seemed like it just started!!!&gt;:^( )&lt;br /&gt;so basically im screwed...and oh, i was going to study for math too..cuz im literally failing&lt;br /&gt;but ...that didn't work out too?? i don't know..these days im not sure what's up with me..eh-heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004156783267239318-5771507922249563563?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/5771507922249563563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004156783267239318&amp;postID=5771507922249563563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/5771507922249563563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/5771507922249563563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/2008/03/marry-me-said.html' title='&amp;,    &quot;♥♥♥☻スキねこ.&quot;; marry me said:'/><author><name>suksters</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-6880602015014272750</id><published>2008-03-18T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T03:06:41.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EZmR-Rq8Izk&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EZmR-Rq8Izk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gummy거미 feat. TOP -미안해요 (me-an-hea-yo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004156783267239318-6880602015014272750?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/6880602015014272750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004156783267239318&amp;postID=6880602015014272750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/6880602015014272750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/6880602015014272750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-sorry.html' title='im sorry'/><author><name>suksters</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-3883123923892244189</id><published>2008-03-15T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T07:01:00.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>thank you for your concerns &lt;br /&gt;and also I definitely know that all of you care for me&lt;br /&gt;and are worried about me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, I'm the one who's making all the choice&lt;br /&gt;and no matter how many times I tell myself&lt;br /&gt;this isn't the right way, right person&lt;br /&gt;I just want it so badly that I really don't care&lt;br /&gt;if I get hurt again &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks though, for caring for someone&lt;br /&gt;really worthless&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate it&lt;br /&gt;and I feel so happy and thankful that at least&lt;br /&gt;I have someone like you guys &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;went through so much &lt;br /&gt;but it's useless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys know that I tried so hard to get over &lt;br /&gt;this one person but you know what guys?&lt;br /&gt;It's just impossible&lt;br /&gt;It's already beem a year&lt;br /&gt;and while trying to get over this relationship&lt;br /&gt;I was torturing myself&lt;br /&gt;forcingly erasing all the memories&lt;br /&gt;but the more I do that &lt;br /&gt;I constantly go back to it and try to live and stay there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004156783267239318-3883123923892244189?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/3883123923892244189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004156783267239318&amp;postID=3883123923892244189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/3883123923892244189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/3883123923892244189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>suksters</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-1302324191284717911</id><published>2008-03-06T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T00:53:42.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No See</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fjQpUiPS3ik"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fjQpUiPS3ik" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/5004156783267239318-1302324191284717911?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/1302324191284717911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004156783267239318&amp;postID=1302324191284717911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/1302324191284717911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/1302324191284717911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/2008/03/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long Time No See'/><author><name>suksters</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-8685548823508020172</id><published>2008-02-29T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T01:58:52.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I the slut or are the boys just perverted?</title><content type='html'>This other day I went to pick up my brother in this&lt;br /&gt;really cute outfit. (the uniform outfit) with this cute heels that&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Arriola sed was cute rite?&lt;br /&gt;and I got all the perverted look from the guys&lt;br /&gt;................................................................................uh......&lt;br /&gt;....................................wtf...............................................?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother told me I looked like a slut..but actually&lt;br /&gt;I don't see how that outfit was slutty..&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS WHAT I USUALLY WEAR&lt;br /&gt;so...are you calling me I'm a whore...or..&lt;br /&gt;is it just the guys with the perverted-ness?&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously changing what I wear...seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004156783267239318-8685548823508020172?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-611315741056181116</id><published>2008-02-24T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T23:59:25.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Earthians?</title><content type='html'>Suki is back !&lt;br /&gt;well, sorta...&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD AYAKA GOT HER PRESENT..cuz the whole time&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna send letters out to her but since I haven't been&lt;br /&gt;hearing from her whether her present was there or not..&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want my letters to go to the wrong ppl so I waited a long time&lt;br /&gt;and I NO LONGER HAVE TO WAIT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh...I was wasted the other day&lt;br /&gt;me, kaba, yuika,vianka, and eunji did the "girls nite out thingy"&lt;br /&gt;but it didn't turn out the way I planned it cuz I was pissed off&lt;br /&gt;with some kind of reason (not gonna tell cuz there are hell lota&lt;br /&gt;people who read my blog and I don't want others to know..eh-heh)&lt;br /&gt;well so I wasn't planning to drink alot rite? but I did&lt;br /&gt;and I so needed to smoke cuz the fucken atmosphere was freggin awkward..&lt;br /&gt;after smoking I felt little light headed so I started to drink more&lt;br /&gt;then everyone left except eun ji and vi&lt;br /&gt;so I planned to smoke another cig&lt;br /&gt;well..................I was gonna smoke only one and just sleep&lt;br /&gt;but the whole tipsy-ness just made me emotional I GUESS???&lt;br /&gt;(I'm telling this embarrassing story of mine cuz everyone knows since "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SOMEONE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;wanted to be a big cheap blabber mouth and told everyone about it..)&lt;br /&gt;which I am fucken pissed off about cuz now everyone who wasn't in the damn&lt;br /&gt;party know about what happened from the start to the end....&lt;br /&gt;which is fucked up cuz come on, people make fucken mistakes..&lt;br /&gt;thats why WE ARE HUMANS? and why would u talk about things like that&lt;br /&gt;should be kept in as a secret?? huh? are you that fucken stupid, who fucken don't know&lt;br /&gt;what should be sed in public and not? well I HOPED NOT, but this person&lt;br /&gt;I hypothesis did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm fucken sorry I had to ruin the whole fucken atmosphere okay?&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry I had to be the wet blanket in my own party&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucken sorry I had to throw up&lt;br /&gt;but seriously some things should be just kept in&lt;br /&gt;KNOW THE LIMITS BITCH FOR GODS SAKE...&lt;br /&gt;you're cheap mouth just pisses the fuck&lt;br /&gt;and since I planned to be open about it, i'll straight foward tell&lt;br /&gt;"I DO NOT LIKE WHAT YOU DID, telling everyone"&lt;br /&gt;maybe thats also another reason why I don't like you&lt;br /&gt;because you tend to be always on my nerves acting like you really know me&lt;br /&gt;Jesus christ, well enough of the whole pissy offy ....&lt;br /&gt;I'm over bitching about it, and thank you for reading my bitching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want my whole comeback blog to be talking trash about&lt;br /&gt;this person but oh well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is me before going all tipsy&lt;br /&gt;when I was still okay. and not that emotional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s119.photobucket.com/albums/o125/suksters/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06543.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="sexy me" src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o125/suksters/DSC06543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry earthians, I tend to go over the limit when something pisses me off&lt;br /&gt;I say alot of harsh things that I actually mean..&lt;br /&gt;what can you say, I mean this is me...&lt;br /&gt;and oh this isn't actually "&lt;em&gt;talking shit&lt;/em&gt;" because I actually can&lt;br /&gt;say it right in front of the person's face...but trying to be a bit nice?&lt;br /&gt;well that was my crazy nite/weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heh, I&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt; it when parents are off island X-D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004156783267239318-611315741056181116?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/611315741056181116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004156783267239318&amp;postID=611315741056181116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/611315741056181116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/611315741056181116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello-earthians.html' title='Hello Earthians?'/><author><name>suksters</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-92958062151271919</id><published>2008-02-17T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T19:46:53.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>임재범 너를위해</title><content type='html'>it's kinda wierd when you thought everyone changed &lt;br /&gt;and the whole time it's so hard for me to get use to it...&lt;br /&gt;but when you think about it,&lt;br /&gt;it was actually me who changed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Hearing the same song, looking at the same person&lt;br /&gt;actually it was me, who haven't been realizing that&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't anyone who changed but me, myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it that hard to just look at the mirror to know that..&lt;br /&gt;I don't know..but it took a hell lotta time for me to figure that out&lt;br /&gt;It is sad, when you see another you in the mirror staring back at you&lt;br /&gt;"hi, who the fuck are you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new me, I guess many people are use to&lt;br /&gt;is actually someone that I am not use to &lt;br /&gt;It is the direct opposite of myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have got into is something that I shouldn't have got into&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I try to rewind it back to where it started, &lt;br /&gt;the tape itself just tangles, that it is hard for me to untangle it again&lt;br /&gt;it's just back to the place where I started, the ruined&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-183175621890414610</id><published>2008-02-13T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:19:58.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myspace freak</title><content type='html'>I finally became a myspace freak..&lt;br /&gt;The whole time..I kind didn't like myspace&lt;br /&gt;cuz it was too complicated..(all the codes and stuff..)&lt;br /&gt;It felt like there was no way what so ever for me to do that&lt;br /&gt;so the whole time I kinda didn't do much on myspace&lt;br /&gt;(well sometimes, my brother changed my layouts to really corny ones&lt;br /&gt;cuz he got bored..yah..he knows my password) but that was it..&lt;br /&gt;anyhow....I felt like I was missing out with the 2k7 people..&lt;br /&gt;people like mina....I finally got in touch with her!&lt;br /&gt;yay!! and at the same time I think I became an addict....&lt;br /&gt;.......I have a blogger, cyworld, and a myspace...what the hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's goin on with me..&lt;br /&gt;At the smae time when I became a lonely, &lt;br /&gt;I started to put more time into cyber stuff..which is sad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004156783267239318-183175621890414610?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/183175621890414610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004156783267239318&amp;postID=183175621890414610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/183175621890414610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/183175621890414610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/2008/02/myspace-freak.html' title='Myspace freak'/><author><name>suksters</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-6009660216632038235</id><published>2008-02-12T00:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T00:31:45.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life would be great</title><content type='html'>Wouldn't life be perfect if everyone had a valentine,&lt;br /&gt;sweatpants were sexy,&lt;br /&gt;Monday's were fun, junk food didn't make you fat, &lt;br /&gt;girls didn't cause any drama,guys weren't so confusing,&lt;br /&gt;nothing was regettable, you didn't have to lose the people you love, &lt;br /&gt;friendship didn't fade, and good bye only meant 'till tomarrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all life is just another dreadful &lt;br /&gt;fairy tale that we have to &lt;br /&gt;live in order to see the temporary "happy ending" &lt;br /&gt;that was created by our stupid mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004156783267239318-6009660216632038235?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/6009660216632038235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004156783267239318&amp;postID=6009660216632038235' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/6009660216632038235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/6009660216632038235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/2008/02/life-would-be-great.html' title='Life would be great'/><author><name>suksters</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-4089819884936688118</id><published>2008-02-09T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T15:02:36.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone changes</title><content type='html'>갑자기 친해졌다가 급속도로 멀어지는 사람이 있는가하면&lt;br /&gt;친하지도않았는데 친해지는 사람도 있다&lt;br /&gt;한사람이 떠나면 또 다른 사람이 찾아와주는법이다&lt;br /&gt;그래, 한동안 너무 친했던 사람과 멀어진건 가슴이&lt;br /&gt;아픈일이지만...그뒤엔 또다른 인연이있으니까&lt;br /&gt;괜찮다고..위로해야지&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;과거에 붙잡혀있는것보단&lt;br /&gt;현실을보는게 현명한 방법이니까&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days the meaning of friendship got really thin like&lt;br /&gt;a thread that will break any time soon&lt;br /&gt;A sudden friendship never lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, there are some friends that&lt;br /&gt;I reacently have been friends with but never knew&lt;br /&gt;their existance before.&lt;br /&gt;When someone leaves me another relationship between&lt;br /&gt;another person forms. It is painful to let go of someone&lt;br /&gt;who once have been part of me, known all me secrets but&lt;br /&gt;behind that sorrow, there is another person who is waiting for me &lt;br /&gt;to form another relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's an friendship or love&lt;br /&gt;I came to a conclusion that I shouldn't treat them &lt;br /&gt;seriously as I did before.&lt;br /&gt;They come by and leave quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all of them are but time just ruins everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004156783267239318-4089819884936688118?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/4089819884936688118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004156783267239318&amp;postID=4089819884936688118' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/4089819884936688118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/4089819884936688118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_09.html' title='Everyone changes'/><author><name>suksters</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-556358436504592897</id><published>2008-02-09T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T01:47:45.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>리쌍LeeSsang - ballerino (Feat. Ali)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xMOj725xqhg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xMOj725xqhg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movies about this guy who can't let go of his dead lover&lt;br /&gt;He bathes her, cuts her nails, and eats with her &lt;br /&gt;but doesn't realize that she's dead &lt;br /&gt;because she is still alive in his mind&lt;br /&gt;but her body slowly decays...&lt;br /&gt;he later realizes that she is actually dead and goes crazy..&lt;br /&gt;A movie like this is something Masa would really like&lt;br /&gt;Although it creeps the shit out of me, I have to admit that&lt;br /&gt;it's a good movie and a song.&lt;br /&gt;Two Thumbs up since I agree with the feeling&lt;br /&gt;because I do know how it feels like letting go of someone&lt;br /&gt;I have once really loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004156783267239318-556358436504592897?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/556358436504592897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004156783267239318&amp;postID=556358436504592897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/556358436504592897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/556358436504592897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/2008/02/leessang-ballerino-feat-ali.html' title='리쌍LeeSsang - ballerino (Feat. Ali)'/><author><name>suksters</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-6571925609975545340</id><published>2008-02-08T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T02:01:43.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I AM FUCKEN LONELY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004156783267239318-6571925609975545340?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/6571925609975545340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004156783267239318&amp;postID=6571925609975545340' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/6571925609975545340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/6571925609975545340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_08.html' title='-'/><author><name>suksters</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-588561340729868380</id><published>2008-02-07T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T01:58:13.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>보고싶어지는날엔-박지헌</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AiYkrdpMZ5o&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AiYkrdpMZ5o&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/5004156783267239318-588561340729868380?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/588561340729868380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004156783267239318&amp;postID=588561340729868380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/588561340729868380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/588561340729868380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='보고싶어지는날엔-박지헌'/><author><name>suksters</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-6903673756775549478</id><published>2008-02-01T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T14:55:28.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm taking too many classes this semester...URGH.&lt;br /&gt;but then, it's my last semester..&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think about it, after all it IS OUR LAST SEMESTER...&lt;br /&gt;can't believe I'm taking that many classes in my last semester..&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was gonna enjoy my last semester..&lt;br /&gt;well, the reality..that's not it..&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till May. Graduation, my brother's 8th grade graduation,&lt;br /&gt;my burfday..and everything.&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to celebrate..! yay!!&lt;br /&gt;after that..I think I'm going to Korea and get some piano lessons&lt;br /&gt;and party a lot! I can't wait for that..&lt;br /&gt;My cousin who graduated last year and is now waiting for the college&lt;br /&gt;to start spring semester..partied when I was taking art classes for&lt;br /&gt;my portfolio....(he got into this one of the top colleges in Australia&lt;br /&gt;for Business..)&lt;br /&gt;He was telling me about how hot all the girls in the club was&lt;br /&gt;and how expensive beer was..and stuffs like that..&lt;br /&gt;He actually was having fun..and He made fun of me..or I guess&lt;br /&gt;pitied me....WTF....&lt;br /&gt;After all we are only one year apart....hello?&lt;br /&gt;I guess just because he is one year older, he can enjoy life&lt;br /&gt;one year faster than me...(WAT AN ADVANTAGE? huh?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;anyhow..I feel empty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel like I'm leaving something out...but I don't know what..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I have been having sleeping problems...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I think my bed is really uncomfortable..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;it is the worst place to sleep.............really!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I have been relieving my stress out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;from punching my yellow teddy bear that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;K bought me....hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I choked it yesterday and threw it on the ground, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;then picked it up when I was about to sleep LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel bad for the teddy bear...but then, he was bought by the wrong guy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I wouldn't have tortured it if someone else bought it for me.. eh-heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;It seems like the teddy bear is running away from me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;(even though I know it can't move)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Anyhow...I hate february..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I hate the lovey dovey atmosphere..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I hate the couples hugging each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I hate red, pastel pink colors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I hate the hearts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Although the valentine cookies from Herman's Bakary are good, mmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;but other than that.. I hate Valentine's day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I think these days I'm turning emo-ish, punk ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;just by looking at the gloomy ore around me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;(I see it every morning...when I see the mirror..it freaks me out...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I think that's why I have been putting on massive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;smoky eye make-up...just to get rid of that ore....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I wonder if Ayaka's present reached Japan yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;It was suppose to be a freaken Christmas present..but I guess it transformed into a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Valentine's present...LOL :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I guess it goes well with Valentines than Christmas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s119.photobucket.com/albums/o125/suksters/?action=view&amp;amp;current=_.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o125/suksters/_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Picture from the past:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;2006年 10月 27日 GIG;s&lt;br /&gt;Northern Marianas Academy ALL HALLOW"S PARTY&lt;br /&gt;with Masahide Yoshida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Look at us!! we look so young!!! X-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004156783267239318-6903673756775549478?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/6903673756775549478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004156783267239318&amp;postID=6903673756775549478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/6903673756775549478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/6903673756775549478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/2008/02/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to reality'/><author><name>suksters</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-6679098908380455850</id><published>2008-01-30T00:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T01:08:27.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Younha -Password 486</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZK-6E3MJKYE&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZK-6E3MJKYE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese song by her&lt;br /&gt;ユンナ(Younha) ~ もっとふたりで &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/60Dg_WBU8_U&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/60Dg_WBU8_U&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;いつもただうつむいてばかり&lt;br /&gt;이츠모타다우츠무이테바카리&lt;br /&gt;언제나 단지 고개숙이고 있을 뿐&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一步踏み出す勇氣がなくて&lt;br /&gt;입포후미다스유우키가나쿠테&lt;br /&gt;한걸음 밝아나갈 용기가 없어요&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;そんなあたしの背中をただ&lt;br /&gt;손나아타시노세나카오타다&lt;br /&gt;그런 나의 등을 단지&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;優しくあなたが押してくれた&lt;br /&gt;야사시쿠아나타가오시테쿠레타&lt;br /&gt;부드럽게 당신이 밀어주었어요&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;泣きたくなったら泣いていいよ&lt;br /&gt;나키타쿠낫타라나이테이이요&lt;br /&gt;울고싶어지면 울어도좋아요&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一緖に步き出そうよと&lt;br /&gt;잇쇼니아루키다소오요토&lt;br /&gt;함께 걸어나가자며&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;もっとあたしの傍にいて&lt;br /&gt;못토아타시노소바니이테&lt;br /&gt;더 내 옆에 있어줘요&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;そうもっと二人で手を繫げ&lt;br /&gt;소오못토후타리데테오츠나게&lt;br /&gt;그래요 좀 더 둘이서 손을 잡고&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;淚のあとには太陽に向かい&lt;br /&gt;나미다노아토니와타이요-니무카이&lt;br /&gt;눈물을 흘린 뒤에는 태양을 향해&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;輝く花咲かせるよ&lt;br /&gt;카가야쿠하나사카세루요&lt;br /&gt;빛나는 꽃을 피울 수 있어요&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;きっとあたしのこの先に&lt;br /&gt;킷토아타시노코노사키니&lt;br /&gt;반드시 나의 이 앞에&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;そうもっと涙がこぼれても立ち止まらないよ&lt;br /&gt;소오못토나미다가코보레테모타치도마라나이요&lt;br /&gt;그래요 더 눈물이 흘러넘치더라도 멈춰서지않아요&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自分の花咲かせるように明日信じて&lt;br /&gt;지붕노하나사카세루요오니아시타신지테&lt;br /&gt;자신의 꽃을 피울 수 있도록 내일을 믿으며&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;この先の道步いてゆくから&lt;br /&gt;코노사키노미치아루이테유쿠카라&lt;br /&gt;이 앞의 길을 걸어갈테니까요&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;出會いも別れも知ったけど&lt;br /&gt;데아이모와카레모싯타케도&lt;br /&gt;만남도 이별도 알았지만&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;何度もさよなら済むたびに&lt;br /&gt;난도모사요나라스무타비니&lt;br /&gt;몇번이나 이별을 끝낼때마다&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;出會うことが怖くもなった&lt;br /&gt;데아우코토가코와쿠모낫타&lt;br /&gt;만나는것이 무서워지기도했어요&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;だけどやっと氣付けたんだよ&lt;br /&gt;다케도얏토키즈케탄다요&lt;br /&gt;그렇지만 드디어 깨달았어요&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;いろんな思い出 大事なこと&lt;br /&gt;이론나오모이데 다이지나코토&lt;br /&gt;여러가지 추억 소중한 것이&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ずっと心に残るんだよ&lt;br /&gt;즛토코코로니노코룬다토&lt;br /&gt;쭉 마음에 남았어요&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;もっとあたしの胸の奥&lt;br /&gt;못토아타시노무네노오쿠&lt;br /&gt;좀 더 나의 마음속을&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;そうきっと悔し涙もほら&lt;br /&gt;소오킷토쿠야시나미다모호라&lt;br /&gt;그래요 꼭 후회의 눈물도&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;流れたあとには太陽に向かい&lt;br /&gt;나가레타아토니와타이요-니무카이&lt;br /&gt;흘린 뒤에는 태양을 향해&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;輝く花咲かせるよ&lt;br /&gt;카가야쿠하나사카세루요&lt;br /&gt;빛나는 꽃을 피울 수 있어요&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;もっと悲しいさよならが&lt;br /&gt;못토카나시이사요나라가&lt;br /&gt;더 슬픈 이별이&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;そうきっと訪れたとしても笑顔で手を振ろう&lt;br /&gt;소오킷토오토즈레타토시테모에가오데테오후로오&lt;br /&gt;그래요 반드시 찾아온다고해도 웃는 얼굴로 손을 흔들거에요&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;あなたの花咲かせるように未来信じて&lt;br /&gt;아나타노하나사카세루요오니미라이신지테&lt;br /&gt;당신의 꽃을 피울 수 있도록 미래를 믿으며&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;暖か夜蛾をあげると決めたよ&lt;br /&gt;아타타카야가오아게루토키메타요&lt;br /&gt;따뜻한 밤나방을 주기로 결심했어요&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;もっとあたしの傍にいて&lt;br /&gt;못토아타시노소바니이테&lt;br /&gt;더 내 옆에 있어줘요&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;そうもっと二人で手を繫げ&lt;br /&gt;소오못토후타리데테오츠나게&lt;br /&gt;그래요 좀 더 둘이서 손을 잡고&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;淚のあとには太陽に向かい&lt;br /&gt;나미다노아토니와타이요-니무카이&lt;br /&gt;눈물을 흘린 뒤에는 태양을 향해&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;輝く花咲かせるよ&lt;br /&gt;카가야쿠하나사카세루요&lt;br /&gt;빛나는 꽃을 피울 수 있어요&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;きっとあたしのこの先に&lt;br /&gt;킷토아타시노코노사키니&lt;br /&gt;반드시 나의 이 앞에&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;そうもっと涙がこぼれても立ち止まらないよ&lt;br /&gt;소오못토나미다가코보레테모타치도마라나이요&lt;br /&gt;그래요 더 눈물이 흘러넘치더라도 멈춰서지않아요&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自分の花咲かせるように明日信じて&lt;br /&gt;지붕노하나사카세루요오니아시타신지테&lt;br /&gt;자신의 꽃을 피울 수 있도록 내일을 믿으며&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今日も一歩づつ踏み出していくよ&lt;br /&gt;쿄오모입포즈츠후미다시테이쿠요&lt;br /&gt;오늘도 한걸음씩 걸어나갈거에요&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004156783267239318-6679098908380455850?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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all that...hehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hat is from this bakery in Korea &lt;br /&gt;where they gave out hats to people who bought a cake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s119.photobucket.com/albums/o125/suksters/?action=view&amp;current=DSC06330-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o125/suksters/DSC06330-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s119.photobucket.com/albums/o125/suksters/?action=view&amp;current=DSC06316.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o125/suksters/DSC06316.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s119.photobucket.com/albums/o125/suksters/?action=view&amp;current=DSC06295.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o125/suksters/DSC06295.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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I don't know who &lt;br /&gt;but recently I started to like this guy&lt;br /&gt;his name: So Ji Sub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have realized that women, when they grow older,the fall for the guys who&lt;br /&gt;have nice body...and I think I am starting to like guys who have hot bodies..&lt;br /&gt;WTF...I mean like last year I was in love with guys who are skinnier than&lt;br /&gt;women and now..I'm in love with guys who have the body...&lt;br /&gt;what a big change.......!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ons7estKQZs&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ons7estKQZs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big BANG's new song "Last farewell" M/V&lt;br /&gt;about this guy living two different life&lt;br /&gt;he's a geek during the day and a hot guy at night&lt;br /&gt;and the girl doesn't know it's the same guy...hehe funny movie&lt;br /&gt;LOVE their song!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004156783267239318-5380653638549616758?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/5380653638549616758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004156783267239318&amp;postID=5380653638549616758' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/5380653638549616758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/5380653638549616758'/><link rel='alternate' 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Thank God!!&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know how many times I held that knife and put it back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days I'm coming back to normal..&lt;br /&gt;Over the whole drama with my Ex-boyfriend thingy&lt;br /&gt;and the whole revenge that I have planned with my small evil mind&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. I just want everyone to be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if any of you will believe but I'm trying my best to be a bit nice.&lt;br /&gt;I try not to say much bad words as possible and I try a lot to be nice to many people..&lt;br /&gt;I know that sounds like not me but I am really trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough drama..seriously I think it's not even good for my health..&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm becoming more healthier compared to the last time..&lt;br /&gt;Last semester I really felt sick and fucked up&lt;br /&gt;I screwed up a lot. I smoked and I did a lot of things that fucked me up&lt;br /&gt;after all that shit I became a healthy person.. ( I think..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to a realization that I only have 4 monthes left..&lt;br /&gt;and that just makes me sick to my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to leave this place and get a slight taste of freedom&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time it's really scary because I easily get homesick..&lt;br /&gt;I constantly want to come back to where I belong..&lt;br /&gt;I try so hard to adapt and yet I just can't let go the place I was born and raised.&lt;br /&gt;I mean I do adapt to the enviornment but at the back of my mind&lt;br /&gt;I have a strong desire to come back..and it misses my hometown..&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know where all the "I won't come back after I leave this place"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for little things and I am happy that I am with people I love so much&lt;br /&gt;I am also thankful that I learned another valuable lesson from&lt;br /&gt;all that crap that I had to go through..&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lot and I became a stronger person.&lt;br /&gt;It created another whole new me that I need&lt;br /&gt;in order to live through out this harsh world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my foremost goal for this semester is getting all A's&lt;br /&gt;Forget about making boyfriend shit..&lt;br /&gt;I am through that... (Eun Ji thinks I am Bi...WTF)&lt;br /&gt;anyhow I just don't want to screw up my last semester&lt;br /&gt;I have to succeed...I don't want to be a loser again...&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be a loser to someone who is a bigger loser than me&lt;br /&gt;I have put too much attention into.....&lt;br /&gt;Someone who doesn't deserve my attention&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is a total failure&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is more f-ed up than me&lt;br /&gt;Someone who has no proper thinking devise&lt;br /&gt;(or maybe it doesn't function well..either way..)&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is immature&lt;br /&gt;Someone who acts like my dog Banny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done with it...&lt;br /&gt;and I don't need another wierd semester..&lt;br /&gt;I am through messing with my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sdmk-UF5ffM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sdmk-UF5ffM&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song I have been listening to these days&lt;br /&gt;"Stop this train" by John Mayer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004156783267239318-3037419610303101892?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/3037419610303101892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004156783267239318&amp;postID=3037419610303101892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/3037419610303101892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/3037419610303101892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/2008/01/another-whole-new-semester.html' title='Another Whole New Semester'/><author><name>suksters</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-6650064368642027786</id><published>2008-01-20T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:56:53.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The book Slave to Fashion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Actually, in my experience ugliness does&lt;br /&gt;something horrid to the soul. Knowing that whoever your're&lt;br /&gt;talking to can only think, God, but she's ugly, must burn&lt;br /&gt;into you like acid. Unless you're especially stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Which makes it all the sadder that pretty people are so often&lt;br /&gt;dim, and ugly ones clever.&lt;/span&gt; ( I know it's a cliche, but cliches&lt;br /&gt;get to be cliches because they're true. Sometimes, anyway)&lt;br /&gt;Hugh once gave me a very good piece of advice. I don't know&lt;br /&gt;where he got it from. "Katie," he said, "always tell pretty girls&lt;br /&gt;that they're clever, and clever girls that they're pretty. They'll&lt;br /&gt;love you forever."&lt;br /&gt;"And what do you say if they're pretty and clever?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;He smiled and patted me on the bottom. "You say yes,&lt;br /&gt;Katie. You say yes." Naughty man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Part where I really agreed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004156783267239318-6650064368642027786?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/6650064368642027786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004156783267239318&amp;postID=6650064368642027786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/6650064368642027786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/6650064368642027786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/2008/01/book-slave-to-fashion.html' title='The book Slave to Fashion'/><author><name>suksters</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-6736415148416164355</id><published>2008-01-14T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T03:20:06.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my waiting fans</title><content type='html'>haha I guess that will be Ayaka, Chett&lt;br /&gt;and rest of my friends who love my blog&lt;br /&gt;(am I getting myself wrong..or what...hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh I had a really hectic winter vacation because&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I had no time for myself and focused &lt;br /&gt;(not really but little bit) more on my portfolio for college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now I am finished with RISD,PRATT, Parsons, UCLA, AAU&lt;br /&gt;but I still need to get my transcript for UCLA and I need to call&lt;br /&gt;Pratt to see what's up cuz they sent this letter to me (actually to my dad)&lt;br /&gt;that I am missing a essay but when I checked with my teacher &lt;br /&gt;I didn't miss anything because they only essay they required &lt;br /&gt;was a personal essay and I did write that......so don't know&lt;br /&gt;what is going on..hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*these are the latest pics of me..when I was in my academy &lt;br /&gt;thinking of what to draw and the other one was...I was kinda shy to take&lt;br /&gt;picture...I think...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s119.photobucket.com/albums/o125/suksters/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_24882600.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o125/suksters/IMG_24882600.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s119.photobucket.com/albums/o125/suksters/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_2477_03529.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o125/suksters/IMG_2477_03529.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now I am finally home!&lt;br /&gt;HOME SWEET HOME!!!! I am so glad that all that shit is over&lt;br /&gt;and I am home..&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep for 3 days....because I came back this morning&lt;br /&gt;so it's actually 4 days...and today was the registration for NMC...&lt;br /&gt;so it was really hectic..and I am really tired!!! I waited for 5 hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and to Ayaka..&lt;br /&gt;I didn't send the present yet..because I was soooooo busy&lt;br /&gt;but I did buy the present...(really !!)&lt;br /&gt;I will either give it to masa or I will send it off this week&lt;br /&gt;so if you wait for another week patiently..like you did right now&lt;br /&gt;I think you will get it!! *WINK sorry for the lateness...&lt;br /&gt;I LUV YA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 first blog end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004156783267239318-6736415148416164355?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/6736415148416164355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004156783267239318&amp;postID=6736415148416164355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/6736415148416164355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/6736415148416164355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/2008/01/to-my-waiting-fans.html' title='To my waiting fans'/><author><name>suksters</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-4976046277967409361</id><published>2007-12-23T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T17:30:31.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Om-my God! It's Chrisumas!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>The fact itself just makes me jolly and happy&lt;br /&gt;IT'S CHRISTMAS!!!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;Well..I have no plans so far and I am not planning to&lt;br /&gt;make any plans cuz I still need to go to the academy&lt;br /&gt;and draw forever...no holidays for me..but&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for at least having something to do ..&lt;br /&gt;I mean it's better than spending it by myself..rite?LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAT registration is coming to an end..shit&lt;br /&gt;now that I think about it, I haven't studied&lt;br /&gt;and my art teacher is counting on me to get a decent score..&lt;br /&gt;I know I need to study but I just can't do that right now&lt;br /&gt;for..some reason....URGH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow I bought Ayaka's gift yesterday and handmade letter&lt;br /&gt;I need to send that out..I don't think it's gonna get there&lt;br /&gt;in Christmas day but...I hope it gets there...&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me what I bought for her cuz ITS A SECRET!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to buy cake, letters&lt;br /&gt;and all that stuff for my family (cuz I think I'm planning to&lt;br /&gt;do an suprise party for my grandparents. cuz they don't have any&lt;br /&gt;idea what Christmas is like cuz first they are Asians and they&lt;br /&gt;have never celebrated it before..so yah)&lt;br /&gt;and I also need to buy Vianka, Masa, and Yuika's presents...&lt;br /&gt;so much things to do..and I still don't know what to buy.....:S&lt;br /&gt;but at least I got Ayaka's present out of the way ....YaY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This stupid essay writing for Colleges are just still pain in the ass&lt;br /&gt;;( I need to right another essay for RISD...(Rhode Island School of Design..&lt;br /&gt;or something like that...I don't even exactly know the college name....wtf..I know rite?? heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow HAPPY HOLIDAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R &lt;/span&gt;EVERYONE!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and people from Saipan...I know I'm missing out a lot and&lt;br /&gt;I am really really jealous of you guys who are spending this holiday season with their parents....so yah have fun for me!!&lt;br /&gt;and enjoy the clip!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jr2xBQWUvSE&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jr2xBQWUvSE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/5004156783267239318-4976046277967409361?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/4976046277967409361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004156783267239318&amp;postID=4976046277967409361' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/4976046277967409361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/4976046277967409361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/2007/12/om-my-god-its-chrisumas.html' title='Om-my God! It&apos;s Chrisumas!!!!!!!'/><author><name>suksters</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-8251299180082004678</id><published>2007-12-20T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T15:55:40.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changsta and Me</title><content type='html'>I was looking through some songs this weekend..&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I have lost a lot of songs this month&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what happened to all of them after I downloaded them&lt;br /&gt;I have to re-download them..shit...really really lazy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was making a list of songs &lt;br /&gt;that I have to download again, &lt;br /&gt;it reminded me of my brother Changsta &lt;br /&gt;(at least that what all my friends call him. &lt;br /&gt;His friends call him...hmm..Hi-C...)&lt;br /&gt;He use to provide me with the latest &lt;br /&gt;hip hop songs when I was in Saipan &lt;br /&gt;I never knew his importance until now..&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just took a lot of things for granted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Saipan. :S&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know how I'm gonna survive college cuz&lt;br /&gt;I get homesick easily...&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Ayaka and Mina do it, it reallly suprises me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days I'm not even sure if I really want to draw anymore&lt;br /&gt;I mean I do want to go to college and live my life glamorously&lt;br /&gt;as I have planned out but it's just a huge painstaking process&lt;br /&gt;I just need more dedication ! I really do!&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the Masochist me? What happened to the painlover?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I always procrastinating?&lt;br /&gt;Why is my mind filled with empty thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends,family, and Saipan's warm food&lt;br /&gt;I miss my car, my house, and my room&lt;br /&gt;I know, I'm stupid..I know&lt;br /&gt;I know for sure that I will try my best to resist all this shit&lt;br /&gt;and try to finish everything as soon as possible but &lt;br /&gt;I just feel lazy. Maybe I should watch that movie, Alvin and the Chipmunks&lt;br /&gt;I really really want to watch that movie. Need some of Alvin's funkyness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vianka I miss you so much !&lt;br /&gt;and Oh, by the way don't worry about me&lt;br /&gt;I know your dead worry but nothing to worry about&lt;br /&gt;I think this is another phase&lt;br /&gt;and I think I'm getting all mushy and Emo cuz I see couples everywhere&lt;br /&gt;(not a good view to watch especially when it's cold. And I'm a &lt;br /&gt;really sensitive person, you know)&lt;br /&gt;But then, other than that I'm fine!&lt;br /&gt;I need to send ayaka and you presents but I'm trying to figure out&lt;br /&gt;how to save money...............URGH..&lt;br /&gt;but anyhow I think I'm doing fine&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I didn't find the right therapist yet to tell him/her&lt;br /&gt;all my secrets.....&lt;br /&gt;(it's just that I don't trust people who don't know me..I guess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, winter's cold breeze...&lt;br /&gt;I wish it all went away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004156783267239318-8251299180082004678?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/8251299180082004678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004156783267239318&amp;postID=8251299180082004678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/8251299180082004678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/8251299180082004678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/2007/12/changsta-and-me.html' title='Changsta and Me'/><author><name>suksters</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-7419307427477114198</id><published>2007-12-19T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T07:41:48.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas is....</title><content type='html'>Every day is so busy &lt;br /&gt;and everywhere I go, I feel the Christmas spirit&lt;br /&gt;The lights, couples everywhere, Christmas ornaments and trees etc.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was actually yesterday when I visited my profolio academy &lt;br /&gt;everything all changed. It wasn't the same place that I was in this Summer&lt;br /&gt;the atmosphere, a lot of new people, and unexpected news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I learned a new fact:&lt;br /&gt;This guy in my academy that I was super close&lt;br /&gt;that I even called him "my daddy(ahppa)" was going out with &lt;br /&gt;this unni that I admired! (because of her artworks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also this guy in my academy that I called uncle&lt;br /&gt;(actually my friend Robbin's ahppa..or that's what she calls him)&lt;br /&gt;he also has a girl friend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like...I did miss a lot didn't I?....&lt;br /&gt;and they were like &lt;br /&gt;"Uh-huh, you miss out alot!"&lt;br /&gt;they all welcomed me especially tae yoon oppa&lt;br /&gt;He's one of the guys that I would &lt;br /&gt;have dated if he was little bit younger. &lt;br /&gt;And yes, he has a girlfriend..this unni that I really really like. &lt;br /&gt;She's my fashion icon. She is a really really good dresser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, I'm in my depression mood&lt;br /&gt;well there nothing that's really making this happen&lt;br /&gt;since nothing really depressing happend to me recently &lt;br /&gt;and also I have nothing to depress about..but I am still depressed&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why so don't ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even feel like shopping anymore and &lt;br /&gt;it's nolonger my joy...but these days &lt;br /&gt;my grandma's keep on telling me to &lt;br /&gt;buy more clothes...I really don't know why...&lt;br /&gt;just can't understand..&lt;br /&gt;so today I did buy some new clothes &lt;br /&gt;in really really cheap price.&lt;br /&gt;It should really make me happy, &lt;br /&gt;since I am a true shop-a-holic&lt;br /&gt;but it just won't cheer me up. &lt;br /&gt;I have realized that I have changed &lt;br /&gt;my joy into something different&lt;br /&gt;I feel the same joy that I felt when &lt;br /&gt;I bought clothes when I watch movies.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but when I go to the movie theaters &lt;br /&gt;and watch movies, (whether it's by myself or with someone) &lt;br /&gt;I feel comfortable and relaxed. I feel like gaining back &lt;br /&gt;my piece of heaven back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy that I gained it back but I'm starting to worry &lt;br /&gt;that I might end up being illogical, dreamy, and imaginary&lt;br /&gt;I mean what if I end up drifting apart from the real world&lt;br /&gt;and live in my own imagination...? (cuz after watching movies&lt;br /&gt;I started to imagine and day dream a lot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's sometimes hard to tell that the world we live in is either&lt;br /&gt;a Reality or a Dream...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really believe that for this Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I need a new boyfriend or something... &lt;br /&gt;I just need someone next to me so that I won't be bored&lt;br /&gt;I think I need attention and love&lt;br /&gt;I think I just need a new boyfriend just to get the old one &lt;br /&gt;out of my heart-a place where he nolonger and should never belong&lt;br /&gt;because he doesn't deserve it at all. &lt;br /&gt;I mean I can get all that love from family and friends but &lt;br /&gt;I just need someone that I can love. &lt;br /&gt;Someone that I can replace the old one and start loving..&lt;br /&gt;Just by looking at me these days...I feel lonely even when I'm with people&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the emptiness in my heart that is cold and numb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can live without it but &lt;br /&gt;I'm not that strong as everyone think I am &lt;br /&gt;I need a strong man beside me who can hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;I think that's what I need for this Christmas :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004156783267239318-7419307427477114198?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/7419307427477114198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004156783267239318&amp;postID=7419307427477114198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/7419307427477114198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/7419307427477114198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-is.html' title='All I want for Christmas is....'/><author><name>suksters</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-6085671565952758638</id><published>2007-12-17T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T19:16:06.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foolish</title><content type='html'>Okay..yesterday was just crazy&lt;br /&gt;I was really happy and jolly until 3:30 PM..&lt;br /&gt;and then I really got ticked off around 4ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up yesterday around 5:00 because I had this weird dream&lt;br /&gt;that really bothered me.&lt;br /&gt;It was about this friend that I really dislike (initcial M)&lt;br /&gt;was copying everything. (This usually annoys me)&lt;br /&gt;well in my dream, she changed her major and got accepted into&lt;br /&gt;the college that I was aiming for.&lt;br /&gt;(She was gonna major on Translating shit..watever that is...)&lt;br /&gt;Well what ticked me off in the dream was that I worked my butt&lt;br /&gt;off and still didn't get accepted into it and she in the other hand&lt;br /&gt;really didn't do shit but just changed her major and just&lt;br /&gt;got accepted and she started to tease me.&lt;br /&gt;After waking up, I tried to go back to sleep but it was worthless&lt;br /&gt;I COULD NOT SLEEP! so yah, I woke up really early..&lt;br /&gt;I posted a blog entry and then got ready to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the day-The Exchange Program!&lt;br /&gt;Well it didn't workout as me and my friend had planned it but&lt;br /&gt;it was okay I guess if I didn't have to wait outside of the school&lt;br /&gt;for like 20 minutes....URGH..it was really really COLD!&lt;br /&gt;well I was wearing the mini skirt that Jamie gave me for&lt;br /&gt;my birthday present and my whole theme yesterday was&lt;br /&gt;a slutty catholic school girl...&lt;br /&gt;(what I have worn in the Holloween Dance&lt;br /&gt;past few years ago..&lt;br /&gt;but my friend Lim told me that I looked like a japanese girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what it looked like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o125/suksters/331_09814.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o125/suksters/wr.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was freaken cold!&lt;br /&gt;well I was wearing a jacket on top of it but still since it was&lt;br /&gt;a mini skirt...we're talking about..it was no use...&lt;br /&gt;We were suppose to meet around 10 AM and I arrived early&lt;br /&gt;in the subway station so I started to walk around to find this&lt;br /&gt;stupid highschool (and believe me, I do not know this place)&lt;br /&gt;so I was really wandering around like a tourist in a really&lt;br /&gt;skimpy outfit. And yes,when I got there in front of the highschool&lt;br /&gt;I got all the attention from the guys..they looked at me like&lt;br /&gt;I was some kind of circus monkey...I really hate that&lt;br /&gt;After waiting for my friend for about 20 mintues and almost&lt;br /&gt;turning into a frozen tuna, I was really pissed off that I went into&lt;br /&gt;the highschool without any permission..(I really don't give a shit)&lt;br /&gt;all the students looked at me like what the heck&lt;br /&gt;and most of the girls glared at me and in my mind I was like&lt;br /&gt;"oh, thanks I know..I know I am fucken fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to stare at me like that LMAO XD"&lt;br /&gt;but since I am a human and I do have feelings...&lt;br /&gt;I was a little bit embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;I asked one of the students who was staring at me&lt;br /&gt;"where's the office?" and she told me where the highschool office was&lt;br /&gt;(since the school had both middle school and highschool)&lt;br /&gt;and then when I got there the teachers all stared at me&lt;br /&gt;so I asked, "Umm...I'm looking for a student called Chae Hyung Lim?"&lt;br /&gt;(Chae Hyung Lim=the No-makeup guy. Vianka calls him that..)&lt;br /&gt;and she was pretty bitchy "How can I find him with only his name?&lt;br /&gt;do you even know how huge this school is?!"&lt;br /&gt;In my mind I was like&lt;br /&gt;as a matter a fact yes, I do know the fucken school is huge as ur ass&lt;br /&gt;but then after all that fuss&lt;br /&gt;I found out the class he was in. It was 2-7&lt;br /&gt;When I got there, all the guys started at me&lt;br /&gt;(since the class is divided into male and females)&lt;br /&gt;and I stomped in the classroom again without any permission&lt;br /&gt;the teacher looked at me like WTF and I still stomped right in&lt;br /&gt;and finally suprised my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend was like, "How did you get here!?"&lt;br /&gt;and I was like&lt;br /&gt;"you Jackass you made me wait for 20 mintues outside FUCK YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;oh, yes I cussed (in english of course)...&lt;br /&gt;even though I knew it was a school.&lt;br /&gt;That's just me..but all the students feared me cuz they had&lt;br /&gt;English-phobia.....&lt;br /&gt;after that I went to this really cool Japanese ramen place&lt;br /&gt;and ate ramen with my friend and then ate ColdStone icecream&lt;br /&gt;and went to random places.&lt;br /&gt;around 3:30 PM-ish I had to go to&lt;br /&gt;Hong Ik University to meet up with&lt;br /&gt;my EX-BOYFRIEND....and that was when&lt;br /&gt;I really really got ticked off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while "dating" (it wasn't a date..but just a hangout..i guess)&lt;br /&gt;he wanted to call out the girl&lt;br /&gt;he was cheating on when he was going out with me..WTF&lt;br /&gt;I mean I guess we are friends now but we are not that close to&lt;br /&gt;bring out someone that was part of our relationship...WTF!&lt;br /&gt;he's a jerk....&lt;br /&gt;He finally called her up and she acted like she was gonna show up&lt;br /&gt;so we waited for 30 mintues and finally she called him back&lt;br /&gt;saying "I can't go cuz I have other plans"&lt;br /&gt;WTF..I really really hate her. After the waiting...we went to watch&lt;br /&gt;movie....and the seat arrangement was fucked up. We were in the MIDDLE&lt;br /&gt;and from front back left right, it was filled with COUPLES.....URGH&lt;br /&gt;worst half-day ever....This wasn't how I exepected my day to end...&lt;br /&gt;anyhow this was what we watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o125/suksters/Iamlegend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I am the Legend*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty good movie!!! I liked it..but the wrong person to watch with..&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe I have slight feelings for him.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I didn't but when I saw him again..after a 4 month apart,&lt;br /&gt;I still had that butterfly wiggly feeling.....URGH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some Emo pics that expressed my feelings after meeting my Ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o125/suksters/634ytk674.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o125/suksters/591056_118013685396528476.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004156783267239318-6085671565952758638?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/6085671565952758638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004156783267239318&amp;postID=6085671565952758638' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/6085671565952758638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/6085671565952758638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/2007/12/foolish.html' title='Foolish'/><author><name>suksters</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-4239960269489611745</id><published>2007-12-16T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T14:12:38.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't get it</title><content type='html'>I sometimes don't get myself.&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am making the worst decision of all but right now&lt;br /&gt;it seems like the best decision. I hope I don't mess up today&lt;br /&gt;Shit.....this revenge thing is not working as I have predicted.&lt;br /&gt;Where the hell is all my confidence that I brought with me from Saipan?&lt;br /&gt;I was so ready for it but now it seems like I'm gonna lose again for sure&lt;br /&gt;I have been making plans for months for this to happen but now that&lt;br /&gt;it might happen...it's giving me the shitty feeling...the butterfly effect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know don't have the Feaud look on.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a psycho as you think I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm so frustrated....I don't even know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently I have realized that I look like a "country girl" in Korea&lt;br /&gt;I mean I wear the same clothes and yet&lt;br /&gt;I still look like a Saipanese that doesn't fit in&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm paranoid but it really feels like it&lt;br /&gt;Urgh...since my computer in Korea doesn't have speakers&lt;br /&gt;(it did..but after when my cousin toached it, it didn't work..WTF)&lt;br /&gt;I can't watch my favorite show in Youtube..&lt;br /&gt;this addcition is greater than cigs....&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying hard to quite but I don't know why..I just can't&lt;br /&gt;shit....before coming to Korea I smoked 15..or something in the party&lt;br /&gt;then after that the day I came to Korea I met up with my friend&lt;br /&gt;and smoked 3.............so it seems like a long journey to me...quitting..&lt;br /&gt;but don't worry..I am GOING to quite..I'm just not working harder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o125/suksters/wer.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend showed me this movie..and it was hilarious&lt;br /&gt;4th dimensional movie..everyone cannot get it&lt;br /&gt;Its about this couple who loved each other so much&lt;br /&gt;but the guy has OCD and when he sharpened all his pencil in a certain way&lt;br /&gt;it was funny..XD (well..at least to me)&lt;br /&gt;anyhow the girl I guess gets tired oh his OCD-ness and the guy has&lt;br /&gt;hard time appologizing to the girl and she gets ticked off whenever&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't appologize....anyhow..&lt;br /&gt;when they were splitting apart after divorce, they exactly split everything&lt;br /&gt;they own. like for example, if they own a picture they took together,&lt;br /&gt;the guy would cut the picture exactly into half and give it to the girl&lt;br /&gt;...(OCD people are weird..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she was like " you just cut my heart into pieces when you did that.."&lt;br /&gt;or something like that....&lt;br /&gt;then they split and then the guy goes crazy cuz he gave his clock to the girl&lt;br /&gt;and tries to get it back but the girl won't give it to him...&lt;br /&gt;anyhow..it was a weird movie but I enjoyed it.....there are some things&lt;br /&gt;that I cannot describe cuz the Korean slangs and stuff..but&lt;br /&gt;there were some parts where all the people in the theater laughed about&lt;br /&gt;but I thought it wasn't that funny at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anywayz...&lt;br /&gt;Ah....today will be another hectic day&lt;br /&gt;wait for my another post everyone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004156783267239318-4239960269489611745?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/4239960269489611745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004156783267239318&amp;postID=4239960269489611745' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/4239960269489611745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/4239960269489611745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/2007/12/dont-get-it.html' title='Don&apos;t get it'/><author><name>suksters</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-880649139269735802</id><published>2007-12-11T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T22:47:15.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals are OVER!</title><content type='html'>I am so glad that the finals are finally over...&lt;br /&gt;Although it was a little pack since all my finals were&lt;br /&gt;on Monday and Tuesday..but I feel great that that's out of the way&lt;br /&gt;One reason why I liked this week and last week&lt;br /&gt;(even though it was the finals week) was because I didn't have to&lt;br /&gt;deal with the applications for college..since the finals are out of the way&lt;br /&gt;now..I'm back stressing with the stupid college apps...shit..&lt;br /&gt;all the events, things I have to do..are all coming towards me all at once&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know if I want to go to Korea..but I'm leaving tonight....&lt;br /&gt;I thought the flight was yesterday&lt;br /&gt;but turns out to be tonight..so buzy packing&lt;br /&gt;here are some pics that I took while I was studying Sociology...&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know I didn't get much studying.....HAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o125/suksters/DSC06180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o125/suksters/DSC06173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o125/suksters/DSC05966.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o125/suksters/wers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, memories.....These days..pictures are really precious to me&lt;br /&gt;It all passes by and this is the only thing the remains&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning in taking a lot of pictures before my graduation&lt;br /&gt;so that I can leave as much as memories with my Senior class&lt;br /&gt;because I'm gonna miss them so much&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much butthole they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry. Ayaka, Vianka and many of my blog lovers&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to post as much as I can when I get there!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004156783267239318-880649139269735802?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/880649139269735802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004156783267239318&amp;postID=880649139269735802' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/880649139269735802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/880649139269735802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/2007/12/finals-are-over.html' title='Finals are OVER!'/><author><name>suksters</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-3911643179858698556</id><published>2007-12-09T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T19:00:25.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The placebo effect: the feeling of falling in love</title><content type='html'>I don't know why but I really&lt;br /&gt;don't feel comfortable with myself.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why..but I think it's&lt;br /&gt;from too much stress, pain, and the scar&lt;br /&gt;maybe I wasn't being myself.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I turned into a monster that the&lt;br /&gt;society created and adapted to it.&lt;br /&gt;I know for sure that I wasn't like this&lt;br /&gt;"uncomfortable" with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days I have came to a realization&lt;br /&gt;that Love isn't everything in life&lt;br /&gt;Although it is a great element that&lt;br /&gt;stimulates and changes a person but&lt;br /&gt;it might be just a foolish placebo effect&lt;br /&gt;that many people are just digging and&lt;br /&gt;searching for just to gain an evanescent happiness.&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering if I'm just craving for that....&lt;br /&gt;and because of that strong craving,&lt;br /&gt;I have just lost myself during the&lt;br /&gt;itinerary which the main goal is to find Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I regret? well not really..&lt;br /&gt;because that effect is so great that&lt;br /&gt;it makes me want to find more.&lt;br /&gt;The addiction is so strong that I just can't live without it&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's why many people try to find another spouse to love&lt;br /&gt;because they cannot get over the feeling of being loved.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling that they are loved and loving..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a great feeling. I have to admit&lt;br /&gt;......but is it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;I mean it's not even everlasting.&lt;br /&gt;I am a strong, dedicated person and&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't loose that part of myself&lt;br /&gt;since it is a great characteristic of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problem is that I know how to give&lt;br /&gt;but I don't know how to receive&lt;br /&gt;I attach too much in one relationship&lt;br /&gt;and don't know how to set it free when I have to&lt;br /&gt;I mean it really doesn't make sense&lt;br /&gt;...me not letting go of someone for&lt;br /&gt;6 months..it's better than 3 years but still...&lt;br /&gt;that's a long period of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Love, Love&lt;br /&gt;I know can't live without it..but trying hard to just live without it.&lt;br /&gt;because it creates too much pain and problems,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004156783267239318-3911643179858698556?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/3911643179858698556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004156783267239318&amp;postID=3911643179858698556' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/3911643179858698556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/3911643179858698556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/2007/12/to-tell-you-truth.html' title='The placebo effect: the feeling of falling in love'/><author><name>suksters</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-8775676824771627650</id><published>2007-12-08T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T16:51:15.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just about to end</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just as Wen told me.. I have totally lost the interest to apply to other places&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know for sure I have to work on my FIT essays..but don't want to...URGH..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know..it's kinda weird how I'm stressing about college...so young..LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyhow..I just have 5 more days till I go to Korea..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am I happy? nope...not at all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sure it'll be great but just not in the mood &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for a winter vacation/working busy days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm thinking meeting a therapist and refresh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my mind..because I have been &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;having issues....you can just tell by my recent blogs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know for sure that this craziness will end soon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I just can't take it anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had this weird dream where I asked Mr. Kodep if he sent out my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;transcripts and he said, "No, I didn't" and I started to freak out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and woke up at 6:40A.M. WTF...now I'm having nightmares....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;......anyhow..I'm guessing it's not only me who's going through this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I'm sure I am over reacting since &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have already got one acceptance letter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I just want something much more better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going to California might be great beacuse &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have friends and far relatives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's better than going to a place where I don't know anyone..but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at the same time I just want to explore more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's all. I want to live my life without anyone's help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want to live on my own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Try new things out...and things like that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and Eun Ji have been joking around about my sexuality..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since it's is really really getting off limit &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she was like, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like who doesn't get over in a long period of time such as 6 months...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know ..I know.. yes, it takes awhile for me to get over someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she told me to look around and find a new person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not like I didn't try.. I just could find anyone..and also &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I totally lost interest in men..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't feel anything anymore..so I was guessing if I was turning &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Bi (sexual)" :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, jokingly I was like (to Eun Ji) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I think I'm turning Bi.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she wasn't even suprised........WTF..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o125/suksters/060211-0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been missing this girl lately that I went to her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cyworld couple of times and looked through &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all the pictures..this past few weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss her so much.. and I guess I miss her more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because she was a senior just last March..when that happened..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean going through Senior year...It must have been really hard for her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;since she had no family here and had problems with her best friend..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should have hanged out more with her .....now its too late I know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigh..I MISS HER SO MUCH &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I just want to go where she is at..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but that's only sometimes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;R.I.P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My dear love Jinah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004156783267239318-8775676824771627650?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/8775676824771627650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004156783267239318&amp;postID=8775676824771627650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/8775676824771627650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/8775676824771627650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-about-it-end.html' title='Just about to end'/><author><name>suksters</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-3219428975860384783</id><published>2007-12-06T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T13:57:38.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>War once again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is like war: easy to begin, hard to end&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I knew this was comming but when it actually happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was really pissed. Although Vianka says it's waste of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I think it's worth it. I have this wierd feeling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that since "she" broke up with her boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she will go for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and I am thankful that this is happening as I wanted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;even though I am pissed at the same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;what I'm planning to do might be the most ridiculous deed ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but I'm just trying to give back what I had recieved, that's all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If I say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"They did it first" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it might sound so ridiculous and childish but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;only accepting their appology is not right because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;what I have recieved from them left me a huge scar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ripped my heart into million of pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and turned myself into another cold bitch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and I don't &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;appreciate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;it at all &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/5004156783267239318-3219428975860384783?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/3219428975860384783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004156783267239318&amp;postID=3219428975860384783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/3219428975860384783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/3219428975860384783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/2007/12/war-once-again.html' title='War once again'/><author><name>suksters</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-4673302328746778824</id><published>2007-12-05T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T02:00:53.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Bitch?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just to think about &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;what has been happened, and is happening..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;past few years and recently....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I mean it seems like there are so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;many people who degrade me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and there are so many things &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that actually lower my self esteem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but why, I am a really great person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As I was working with my "Adolescent Girls' Depression"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;for my Sociology paper, girls tend &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to create two different sides in them &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;one authentic side they were innate &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;with and other the one that has been &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;created by the society's expectation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I guess that's the side that I call as "poker face" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They tend to judge me with the wrong side &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that I demonstrate in public&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;as my true self and because of that, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thought my true, real self was the fake one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that was created recently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have a lot of adjectives that people &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;call me when they describe me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bitch, cold, truthful, loyal, straigh foward, 2m2m&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I mean some are really good adjectives &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that I really like and some are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;just based on my public appearance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To think about it I have never wanted the image of "bitch"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Before I elaborate more about what bitch is, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I should quote from my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;research paper: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"The ruels in the society for proper female behavior aren't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lucidly stated but the punishment for breaking it is very harsh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Girls who are outspoken are called "bitches" and girls who are not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;attractive are not respected. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Outspoken? A bitch?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I guess too many people have called &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;me a bitch because of my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;harsh, cold, outspoken comments and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;behaviors and it is somewhat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my fault that I made myself look like a bitch ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but I had my own very reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;People use people. They are really harsh sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There are many harsh comments, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;attitudes, and many other things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;out there that will hurt me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I learned during my pre-teenage years that the world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wasn't a really great place to live as I have &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thought it was when I was young.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It wasn't like fairy tales where everything was just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"over the rainbow" with unicorns and pretty princesses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I mean it was a society where pretty Barbie looking girls &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;were lionzied and ugly and thought &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to be fat, obese girls were degraded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When a ugly girl has a good grades they say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Why she should at least have a good grades because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;she lacks the physical beauty"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When a pretty girl has good grads they say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Wow, She's pretty AND smart!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They are both intelligent young women &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but have different feedbacks from people...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well my point is, inorder to survive &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;in this world I needed a shield that can &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;protect me from these kind of stuffs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and my hidden card was my bitchy side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It wasn't the great card to use because it definitely gave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;me a wrong image but at that moment &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it was the only solution &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There are actually good and bad sides of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;being a true hardcore bitch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the good side:&lt;/strong&gt; people actually &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;don't mess with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Many people do know that I am the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wrong person to mess with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and I'm fine with that because humans &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;are not born to mess with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They might not give me full respect &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but it's better than not having any respect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The bad side:&lt;/strong&gt; Since my body is so use to the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"no expression, pissed look"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I constantly have that expression on when I'm alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ayaka once told me that it is really hard to go up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to me and say hi even though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;she knows me beacuse of that pissed look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but actually I'm not always pissed and everyone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thinks I am always pissed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They also think that I have no feelings at all but I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I HAVE FEELINGS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I did loosen up a bit but I'm still called a bitch &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really don't care if people who don't know me call me a bitch &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really don't care what others think about me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;because I usually don't give a shit about others who I don't care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What really bothers me is that when people &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;who I care for get hurt by my bitchy side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;While writing this blog I came across that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I cannot make everyone happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't satisfy everyone out there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and I hope that the people who really care for me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;love my bitchy side too &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I believe that true friends are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;suppose to like the un-perfect side too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE IMPORTANT LESSON FOR TODAY:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't judge people by what they appear as &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;From my own experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;when I was chatting with my ex-boyfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(because we are thought to be friends again...I guess?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He said something like this to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;" After the break-up, you changed"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I told him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I didn't change. I just came back to myself"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the title "bitch" is something that I cannot extricate &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;because it has been part of me for a long time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o125/suksters/cold.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Did you know that cold, mean girls are more dateable?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o125/suksters/n698853729_280560_4513-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*neat pic from taylor's picture book :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me and kaba sun tanning in the shade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;or should I say seducing the fat american dudes...YUCK..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004156783267239318-4673302328746778824?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/4673302328746778824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004156783267239318&amp;postID=4673302328746778824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/4673302328746778824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/4673302328746778824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/2007/12/true-bi-at-ch.html' title='Got Bitch?????'/><author><name>suksters</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-394554834146298973</id><published>2007-12-04T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T03:08:22.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh, Men fall for the wrong girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate people who has everything and tries to take&lt;br /&gt;the little amount of things from the people who&lt;br /&gt;has less than the person they are taking away from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm selfish and ignorant&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do know that I am self-centered and I really&lt;br /&gt;don't care what others think about me or&lt;br /&gt;I don't think about others before me but&lt;br /&gt;at least I don't take away things from other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why I'm pissed with God?&lt;br /&gt;because to some people, he gives Love and support&lt;br /&gt;and to some he just doesn't care&lt;br /&gt;Favoritism exist in religion too, I guess &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(To the Jesus believers don't get all offensive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's just what I think.. and oh, don't worry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a Catholic too..if that makes you feel any better..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gives someone a boyfriend and a boy toy&lt;br /&gt;so that, that person will not get bored&lt;br /&gt;He gives that same someone a great college acceptance&lt;br /&gt;without even working hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gives that person everything she wants to get&lt;br /&gt;and spoils her as if she is someone&lt;br /&gt;He takes less from her and takes a lot of things from me&lt;br /&gt;I don't have excessive resources that I can give out&lt;br /&gt;I barely survive &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;t&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;d&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might look like I have everything but I don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet, he still take things from me&lt;br /&gt;I die to go to college and he does not give it to me&lt;br /&gt;I die to get him back but he does not give him to me&lt;br /&gt;I die for the needs. I don't "just" get what I want&lt;br /&gt;I work my butt off to get what I want&lt;br /&gt;and still he never listens to my prayers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I being too selfish?&lt;br /&gt;Am I asking too much?&lt;br /&gt;but compared to her I'm asking less...&lt;br /&gt;You give her everything she asks for&lt;br /&gt;I have never begged you for many things and yet you still&lt;br /&gt;don't give it to me.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;you always come back to him and play with his heart&lt;br /&gt;whenever you want to. whenever you feel like&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy for you to get his attention&lt;br /&gt;but for me it's hard&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't want to get that attention anymore&lt;br /&gt;but it is really frustrating to see you play around with his heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you something,&lt;br /&gt;He might have used me and made myself a fool out of me&lt;br /&gt;but I still care for him.&lt;br /&gt;See, you might think his heart is just a piece of shit&lt;br /&gt;and it might not worth anything to you.&lt;br /&gt;You sure can do anything to it&lt;br /&gt;cuz he allows it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;you might do whatever to that heart because you might not care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but that heart your playing with is the heart that I have been&lt;br /&gt;working hard to get for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6 months.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's so tiring to see someone get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;everything you have always wanted so badly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did everything I can to get it and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yet it's still so hard to reach &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the other hand, there she is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She gets all the things I want without &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;going through any of the things I'm going through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes the World is just unfair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't care what others say.. It's just unfair to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yah, maybe I'm being too emotional &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know....It doesn't matter anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but still it does to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyone tells me "Again? Just move on"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did move on. (or didn't I?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ask me one more time and I'll give you a response.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"넌 진실된사랑을 해본적이 없구나?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You have never had a true love, huh"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o125/suksters/yougotit.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;You Got IT, girl..I lose, you win. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How does it feel winning over a loser?????&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess it feels good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004156783267239318-394554834146298973?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/394554834146298973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004156783267239318&amp;postID=394554834146298973' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/394554834146298973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/394554834146298973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/2007/12/thats-your-problem.html' title='Sigh, Men fall for the wrong girls'/><author><name>suksters</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-7491634750635337000</id><published>2007-12-03T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T14:37:44.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o125/suksters/bye.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Goodbye, My First Love during the age of 17"&lt;br /&gt;Today after dropping my brother to SAT prep tutor, I went to&lt;br /&gt;Best Seller to see if there was any Teen Vogue..&lt;br /&gt;apparently they didn't have any but I looked through&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE mag. and came across this phrase:&lt;br /&gt;"In order to meet the right, true Prince Charming,&lt;br /&gt;you have to kiss a lot of FROGS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to compare you guys with frogs but I think it is right...&lt;br /&gt;but when you think about it, I mean all the frogs that you fell for&lt;br /&gt;seems like the right Prince Charming at first..&lt;br /&gt;after few months or so you realize or actually your friends realize it first&lt;br /&gt;that he is not for you.. then you kind of get disappointed...&lt;br /&gt;at first you don't want to admit that you have dated a frog..&lt;br /&gt;but turns out you did...&lt;br /&gt;you loved that stupid frog that acted like a prince and can't get over&lt;br /&gt;the whole relationship.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean so far I have only picked one frog&lt;br /&gt;The question that I want to ask is "why can't the right guy be your first love"&lt;br /&gt;I mean I gave away my first kiss, the label of "first" to that guy&lt;br /&gt;cuz I thought he was the right guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss him? well not really.&lt;br /&gt;Do I miss the relationship? No..&lt;br /&gt;because it wasn't that great in the first place to be missed&lt;br /&gt;I'm just okay. I'm not sad but that doesn't mean that I'm happy&lt;br /&gt;I have this really emptiness in my heart because the&lt;br /&gt;frog just gobbled half of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for another frog to come along&lt;br /&gt;so that I can kiss him see if he's my true prince&lt;br /&gt;To my future Prince:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I really don't like waiting.&lt;br /&gt;If you are just approaching me just to fool around&lt;br /&gt;Don't even try. you are picking the wrong girl to mess&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with the whole "using"&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a curious boy that I have to babysit&lt;br /&gt;I want a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Who respects women&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004156783267239318-7491634750635337000?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/7491634750635337000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004156783267239318&amp;postID=7491634750635337000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/7491634750635337000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/7491634750635337000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/2007/12/first-love.html' title='First Love'/><author><name>suksters</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-4413882941407699309</id><published>2007-12-02T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T01:17:45.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I maturing or what?</title><content type='html'>These days I have been really annoyed by NMAers stupidness&lt;br /&gt;Am I maturing or..am I just annoyed because I have PMS?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know but what I'm sure is that I am ANNOYED...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really really sad to see young girls having fake smile on&lt;br /&gt;I mean they're so young&lt;br /&gt;and I can't believe they're so fake in a young age&lt;br /&gt;I know these days I have been talking about&lt;br /&gt;fake people constantly but it is true&lt;br /&gt;Wen feel it and I feel it and everyone feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people think they are good enough to make harsh "funny"&lt;br /&gt;(they think it's funny, but I don't think it is) comments&lt;br /&gt;but I say they are in the same ranking and don't have the right to make any&lt;br /&gt;fucked up comments about other people. I mean who do they think they are? rite?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think they are any better than the people they make fun of.&lt;br /&gt;(If you know who I am talking about..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just get annoyed when people just use people&lt;br /&gt;and think it is the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;as if that person was born to just get used&lt;br /&gt;who the fuck does that rite?&lt;br /&gt;but appearently the people here do it&lt;br /&gt;and believe me, I have been used by people&lt;br /&gt;and it is one of the crappy feelings out there&lt;br /&gt;a human can feel. I really hate it...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know I mean...since I know how it feels like, I don't use people&lt;br /&gt;for only to benefit myself. Although I am cold, I am not a selfish bitch.&lt;br /&gt;you many call me a hardcore bitch but I at least have the brain to&lt;br /&gt;think what is right and wrong. I have morals and values..that's why&lt;br /&gt;I am different from the stupid bitches that bitch for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well enough of that,&lt;br /&gt;College, college, college&lt;br /&gt;that has been always on my mind&lt;br /&gt;I am not even sure if I can get into the college that I always dreamed of going&lt;br /&gt;I still need to send out my transcripts..WTF..&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, I have been procrastinating....URGH&lt;br /&gt;I hate procrastinating but when I try to do things..I just get lazy...&lt;br /&gt;being a senior is the hardest thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that any of my friends &lt;em&gt;don't&lt;/em&gt; ask me to hang out with them&lt;br /&gt;There are many reasons why but my foremost reason is because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't want to be like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;They really disappointed me this semester&lt;br /&gt;They seem like they are not the same people that I use to know&lt;br /&gt;the people that I thought was kind, amicable...but&lt;br /&gt;...all the good characteristics just rusted away&lt;br /&gt;it's either that or I'm over-reacting&lt;br /&gt;but I don't think I'm over reacting.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004156783267239318-4413882941407699309?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/4413882941407699309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004156783267239318&amp;postID=4413882941407699309' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/4413882941407699309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/4413882941407699309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/2007/12/am-i-maturing-or-what.html' title='Am I maturing or what?'/><author><name>suksters</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-3738735196747968649</id><published>2007-11-30T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T00:25:26.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite Korean Celebrity</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o125/suksters/e31e7880.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;D.O.B: 1977.05.05&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Choi Kang Hee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;최강희&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's pretty old but she looks like a highschool girl.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♡&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;h3&lt;e3&lt;a3&lt;r3&lt;t3&lt;&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5004156783267239318-3738735196747968649?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/3738735196747968649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004156783267239318&amp;postID=3738735196747968649' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/3738735196747968649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/3738735196747968649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-favorite-korean-celebrity.html' title='My favorite Korean Celebrity'/><author><name>suksters</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-7521840464492293811</id><published>2007-11-29T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T00:07:59.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing what I am good at: being a Masochist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I love pain...Mental and Emotional Pain..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as I have admitted, I think I have &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;been getting the energy to live my life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from enduring the pain that I got from having stress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean just by looking at what kind of guys I fall for..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the hardcore "badboys." I know that they will hurt me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;later on, but I still go for them-even though I know they &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will hurt me. Can't hate them for some reason. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, when me and Wen were dicussing about badboys, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the radio, there was the song by Soulja boy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but remix done by Travis Barker &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well that song was playing and we talked &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;about how Travis Barker was so hot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(well only me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really think I like bad boys......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o125/suksters/travis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SEXY TRAVIS: Wen told me that he's single now...&gt;_&lt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was just the day that I love: busy busy busy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The more I get busier, I get more stress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I love busy days.. it helps me get other shitty thoughts out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of the way. If I am busy, I won't have to think about &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how my life is so empy without that someone I have been &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;craving for the past few months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't worry, I'm over it. It's just that I'm still not ready&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to live my life without him. I'm getting there don't worry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just taking my time to get there. I don't want to hurry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know for sure that some day I will get over him because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know fact that we cannot be together..or should I say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we won't be together because I am just sick and tired of all the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shit load of games he had to play on me but loving a person &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for a long time and letting him go, is kinda hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't worry I'm fine. I'm doing much better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, back to my daily life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First off, I had a Japanese class this morning at 9 AM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after that I had to rush back to Senior Seminar because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought we would at least go over our college application process&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because since it's coming to an end. and since that they helped us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;last minute...but instead they had a really crappy SEFA scholarship &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;presentation..that I am not signing for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I just headed out to my PS 110 meeting at the student center&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I forgot to bring my laptop to workon my powerpoint so, I had to head back home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to get the stuff.. stupid me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;besides I woke up really late today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was suppose to wake up at 6:00 Am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I had my cellphone alarm on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but for some reason..I just can't wake up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;these days even with alarms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;becuz I cannot hear my alarm ring?? I don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the sounds to the max....but I have trouble waking up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well anyways. I came back from home &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and started working on my powerpoint&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then I headed back to STUCO meeting at 2:00 Pm. to see how the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sophies, and the jrs are doing on their dance thingy @ GIG..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wasn't my idea. they wanted one so I thought they were fundraising ..but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;turns out to be they were all depending on Emma-who said &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she will donate, or should I say "pay" to make this happen but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think she just said that to get attention..and SHE DEFINATELY GOT ATTENTION&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh, well just wasted my precious 1 hour at SUTCO meeting :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THANKS GUYS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emma didn't even show up to our meeting..like WTF..she has issues..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone in NMA are so fake these days..it just disgusts me how they act.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well not everyone but majority of them. Can't really adjust to it but watever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like when did I even care. rite?LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after that I came back to the student center to work on the presentation &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then turns out that we had a meeting with current issues class at 3:30 at &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Java Joes.....so me and Wen headed to Java Joes at 3:24&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talked to Emily and discussed. but didn't get anything done cuz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;two people didn't turn in their surveys ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and none of them showed up except me, Wen, and Emily...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;really hectic ...but I kinda enjoyed it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have no gas in my car..:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you oil companys for raising the gas prices....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are still so much things to do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;first I have to finish the slides for PS110 because I planned to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;check up with KiKi sunday with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and also the current issues survey tallys with Wen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also need to read my sociology text book to catch up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(recently I have been drawing random shits in class...so..yah.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I also have a Final comming up on PS110...shit &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;didn't read chapters 8,9,10...Urgh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I didn't even finish the apps. for college...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should just stop drawing in class and focus more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is happening these days..Just too much stuffs going on in my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that I just can't focus......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004156783267239318-7521840464492293811?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/7521840464492293811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004156783267239318&amp;postID=7521840464492293811' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/7521840464492293811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/7521840464492293811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/2007/11/doing-what-i-am-good-at-being-masochist.html' title='Doing what I am good at: being a Masochist'/><author><name>suksters</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-7421959747647037851</id><published>2007-11-28T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T05:32:58.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I have to do and I have done</title><content type='html'>What did I finish? NOTHING..&lt;br /&gt;I know the stage right now I am in is really an important stage but...urgh..&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm procrastinating at this point where there are so many things to do&lt;br /&gt;I'm mad at myself &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I have to do :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1) fill in the Request for Transcript Record for NMC&lt;br /&gt;2) do the online application for AIB&lt;br /&gt;3) print out the letter of recommendation requirement forms&lt;br /&gt;for PRATT, PARSONS, FIT, and AIB&lt;br /&gt;4) give the recommendation requirements to Mrs. Arriola&lt;br /&gt;5) NMA transcript&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6) Sociology presentation and paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7) study Sociology for exam&lt;br /&gt;8) study Princ. Democratic for exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9) make slides for PS 110&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10) draw self portrait for UCLA, PRATT&lt;br /&gt;11) go to college board and finish registering the Jan 26 test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, I know that I'm loaded with stuffs to do but I just can't finish them&lt;br /&gt;because stupid me..I feel so lazy these days...&lt;br /&gt;AH, 정신차려장슬기. 이러케빈둥빈둥할때가안니라구T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissed, Pissed, Pissed thats what I feel right now&lt;br /&gt;It felt like I did a lot of stuff but if I turn back and see what I did so far..&lt;br /&gt;There are nothing that I have accomplished...Shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sometimes don't want to go to college.&lt;br /&gt;I mean there are way too much stuffs to fill out....URGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do, Just empty my mind and try to study more harder&lt;br /&gt;I too old to think about all these childish thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Let them go Suki, Let them go.&lt;br /&gt;Think about all the freedom and great people you are going to make&lt;br /&gt;the moment you leave this filthy place and start another new itinerary to college&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004156783267239318-7421959747647037851?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/7421959747647037851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004156783267239318&amp;postID=7421959747647037851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/7421959747647037851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/7421959747647037851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/2007/11/things-i-have-to-do-and-i-have-done.html' title='Things I have to do and I have done'/><author><name>suksters</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-8956349951308160387</id><published>2007-11-27T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T00:09:00.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing my Jr year</title><content type='html'>To tell you the truth, I really miss my Jr year.&lt;br /&gt;Its so sad that time cannot reverse back&lt;br /&gt;because since I really miss it, I'm constantly daydreaming&lt;br /&gt;all the time when I was actually happy&lt;br /&gt;I wish if it could come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"만약에 그때같은날이 한번더 찾아오면.."&lt;br /&gt;If only .....Im constantly missing it that it's not even funny&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am getting older cuz I have more things to think about now&lt;br /&gt;then I use to before.&lt;br /&gt;Life, college, future..everything..It's comming all a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the days when I spent it with&lt;br /&gt;Ayaka, Vianka, and all my best friends&lt;br /&gt;At least last year everyone hanged out.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so left out&lt;br /&gt;I'm questioning myself if I even have&lt;br /&gt;friends called a true friend.&lt;br /&gt;I guess after all...there is no "we" but only&lt;br /&gt;"I" in surviving this world.&lt;br /&gt;everyone betray everyone&lt;br /&gt;Truth, honesty does not exist anymore&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I myself is another&lt;br /&gt;fake person living a fake life&lt;br /&gt;encountering fake people like me&lt;br /&gt;I miss the days so much..&lt;br /&gt;The comfort, the fun, love and everything..&lt;br /&gt;Everyone changed so much. I guess the phrase&lt;br /&gt;"An identity of a man really depends on&lt;br /&gt;what type of women he gets" is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the most unforgettable period&lt;br /&gt;in my life that I will never forget&lt;br /&gt;and I'm not sure if there would be&lt;br /&gt;another period like that again in my book.&lt;br /&gt;If De Ja Vu actually exists,&lt;br /&gt;I wish if everything that happened last year&lt;br /&gt;happens again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004156783267239318-8956349951308160387?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/8956349951308160387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004156783267239318&amp;postID=8956349951308160387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/8956349951308160387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/8956349951308160387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/2007/11/missing-my-jr-year.html' title='Missing my Jr year'/><author><name>suksters</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-1146770524032287232</id><published>2007-11-27T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T05:31:03.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Virus: 무한도전 Infinity Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o125/suksters/pcp_download.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o125/suksters/fj9-mansae89.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o125/suksters/f22dfd01.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o125/suksters/-.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Eun Ji's happy virus:무한도전 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with MC Yoo, Hong Chul No, Joon Ha Jung, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Myung Soo Park, Hyung Don Jung, HAHA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;crazy Korean comedians giving great joy every weekends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GREAT GUYS !!!! LUV THEM TO THE MAX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Paris Hilton showed up on their show. Can't wait till I see that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;param value="" name="movie"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Slight Peek-a-boo of episode 79*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EoEn4qmxqRg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EoEn4qmxqRg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004156783267239318-1146770524032287232?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/1146770524032287232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004156783267239318&amp;postID=1146770524032287232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/1146770524032287232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/1146770524032287232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-virus-infinity-challenge.html' title='Happy Virus: 무한도전 Infinity Challenge'/><author><name>suksters</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-7633401624098573635</id><published>2007-11-27T04:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T04:55:22.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After finishing my UCLA Application.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DAMN! FINALLY FINISHED!! WTF&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;First off..I should be happy..but not really right now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've been too stressed out for 3 months&lt;br /&gt;with that stupid UCLA application..&lt;br /&gt;I had it done..it was just the Personal Essay&lt;br /&gt;that was really making the whole process get delayed......&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that I had to spend more time&lt;br /&gt;on a college app. that I am sure&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to get accepted..&lt;br /&gt;and besides...now that I turned it in..&lt;br /&gt;I kinda realized that my personal essay&lt;br /&gt;was a little bit EMO..&lt;br /&gt;hey! but it was a really "personal" essay..&lt;br /&gt;I mean...I did what they told me to..&lt;br /&gt;"Write a really personal essay"&lt;br /&gt;I'm also kind of sick and tired of&lt;br /&gt;my korean teacher telling me what to do.&lt;br /&gt;I get the fact that he is trying his best&lt;br /&gt;to help me get into a good college..but&lt;br /&gt;it's a little bit too much...&lt;br /&gt;I revised my essay 8 times, rewrote it twice&lt;br /&gt;and made 10 different people look at it..&lt;br /&gt;and I still don't see why he has been saying that&lt;br /&gt;it was the most "cliche" essay he has ever read&lt;br /&gt;when I WROTE ABOUT MY EXPERIENCE..&lt;br /&gt;How can my personal experience be cliche?????&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...I mean if I don't get aCcEpTeD,&lt;br /&gt;then I'll look for some other colleges..&lt;br /&gt;such as Parsons, or PRATT..&lt;br /&gt;If I can't get into any of them..&lt;br /&gt;oh, well..I can just get into AAU..&lt;br /&gt;At least I got accepted to AAU..T_T Thank God...&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that getting into&lt;br /&gt;college is way harder than getting an A...&lt;br /&gt;This whole process is just painstaking...URGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting in my pain in the ass UCLA app. I get all this regret...&lt;br /&gt;don't know why..but alot of regret..lyk I could have done much better..&lt;br /&gt;I'm drained out..and I don't feel like applying to any other colleges...&lt;br /&gt;the UC app. just enervated my motivation..Fuck. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im getting all the deadlines mixed up..&lt;br /&gt;and I'm not even sure what is due when anymore..&lt;br /&gt;I'm just too disorganized..I've been losing stuff...for the past few month..&lt;br /&gt;really living a hectic life!!!&lt;br /&gt;I should gather up myself and start to organize or something..&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know where to start..it seems like everything is out of order.&lt;br /&gt;the transcripts for NMC and NMA&lt;br /&gt;and all the things..AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please save &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Some pictures of me and SEXY KABABA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in Managaha: attracting/seducing the lifeguards*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o125/suksters/picture_0378818.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o125/suksters/picture_0191873.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o125/suksters/picture_023_08014.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&amp;amp;*&amp;amp;Last Saturday:Into the BLUE&amp;amp;*&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004156783267239318-7633401624098573635?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/7633401624098573635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004156783267239318&amp;postID=7633401624098573635' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/7633401624098573635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/7633401624098573635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/2007/11/after-finishing-my-ucla-application.html' title='After finishing my UCLA Application.'/><author><name>suksters</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-5407657548988661156</id><published>2007-11-26T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T02:09:32.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little break</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-EVfg-1Yn2I&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-EVfg-1Yn2I&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite boy band "BIG BANG" performing with the Wonder girls&lt;br /&gt;Wonder girls "Tell Me" song was a big hit in Korea that everyone&lt;br /&gt;learned their dance moves.. (from army men to young grade schoolers)&lt;br /&gt;I even learned the dance moves XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh!!! G-Dragon (Gi Young), T.O.P.&lt;br /&gt;(Big Seung Hyun), and Victory (SeungRi aka Little Seung Hyun)&lt;br /&gt;are soooooooooooo damn CUTE!!!!!!! Kawaiiiii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Bang's song "Lie" is also so catchy!!!&lt;br /&gt;There are some comments that Wonder Girls didn't do a great job in&lt;br /&gt;singing the "Lie (gugeemal)"song&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHH they are so addictive :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently ..Eun Ji got mad at me for re-influencing her with the whole&lt;br /&gt;"boy band loving" thing....&lt;br /&gt;Masa and the other guys at NMA don't get our BIG BANG FANthingy&lt;br /&gt;but who the fuck cares about what other's think ! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love TOP's husky voice..&lt;br /&gt;If only I meet them...SIGH...&lt;br /&gt;Eun Ji said that if she meets them..she will hug them and never let them go..&lt;br /&gt;I might do the same thing..but more massive...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD a little gift for myself..for working hard these days...with the whole&lt;br /&gt;college application..and everything..without procrastinating..!! YAY&lt;br /&gt;I mean..i think my life span is getting shorter the more I work on my college&lt;br /&gt;application... I'm wondering if I would be alive ....when I DO ENTER COLLEGE...&lt;br /&gt;Seriously..this college applications should be illegal.. as Wen said..&lt;br /&gt;It shortens the lives of many young mid-teenagers.....&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE TOO YOUNG TO DIE !!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much papers to fill out..and too much drawings to draw...&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like giving up..but oh well..&lt;br /&gt;at least I got accepted into my backup school&lt;br /&gt;WATEVER....happens..happens...URGH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HQTIsi0IlZc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HQTIsi0IlZc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;*Wonder Girls-Tell Me M/V*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/57GPGTOwSPE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/57GPGTOwSPE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;*BIG BANG-Lies M/V*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004156783267239318-5407657548988661156?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/5407657548988661156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004156783267239318&amp;postID=5407657548988661156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/5407657548988661156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/5407657548988661156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-little-break.html' title='Just a little break'/><author><name>suksters</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-4262333442239578733</id><published>2007-11-26T04:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:57:03.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>date with my brother (Last Friday)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stupid me...After realizing the fact that theres only 6 months left..and i leave for good..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought that it would be great if my brother and I hang out more often..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but never had the courage to do so..cuz as many of my fwends know...ITS MY BROTHER..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we never communicate. never talk. never to shit together..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we are only bloodly related..but never connected like real blood family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as Kaba described my brother : devil, evil, scary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was really hard to be close with my brother..I really had to squeeze my courage out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I first called Vianka if she wanted to follow us..but she was too busy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was kinda awkward...but was really fun too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From Holleywood Theatres&gt;McDonalds&gt;Garapan Street Market&gt;Holleywood T.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish i was alittle bit more close to my brother..but hes sometimes a bit annoying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/R0rB_Q_-yxI/AAAAAAAAACM/m6w4L1vdJ40/s1600-h/DSC06047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137131617608715026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/R0rB_Q_-yxI/AAAAAAAAACM/m6w4L1vdJ40/s320/DSC06047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; * My make-up was well done..!! So I took a picture of my eye*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/R0rB1g_-ywI/AAAAAAAAACE/4DGQMUJI1QY/s1600-h/DSC06011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137131450104990466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/R0rB1g_-ywI/AAAAAAAAACE/4DGQMUJI1QY/s320/DSC06011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/R0rBvQ_-yvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/4VAn2JnDfGU/s1600-h/DSC06010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137131342730808050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/R0rBvQ_-yvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/4VAn2JnDfGU/s320/DSC06010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After watching the "First Christmas?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(don't remember the movie title) featuring Chris Brown..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAMN! CB was hot to the max!&lt;f3&lt;i3&lt;n3&lt;e3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we had too much sweets....look at our facial expressions..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Brother has the SEXY look ON. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/R0rBig_-yuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gjNuoNDMRGM/s1600-h/DSC05995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137131123687475938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/R0rBig_-yuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gjNuoNDMRGM/s320/DSC05995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/R0rBZg_-ytI/AAAAAAAAABs/7l7gH1reqyw/s1600-h/DSC05992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137130969068653266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/R0rBZg_-ytI/AAAAAAAAABs/7l7gH1reqyw/s320/DSC05992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/R0rBRw_-ysI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZCZolMeX9-Y/s1600-h/DSC05991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137130835924667074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/R0rBRw_-ysI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZCZolMeX9-Y/s320/DSC05991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/R0rBLg_-yrI/AAAAAAAAABc/BsLFuJdQMYw/s1600-h/DSC05985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137130728550484658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/R0rBLg_-yrI/AAAAAAAAABc/BsLFuJdQMYw/s320/DSC05985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/R0rBFw_-yqI/AAAAAAAAABU/Wzn6A0Ppi4Y/s1600-h/DSC05982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137130629766236834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/R0rBFw_-yqI/AAAAAAAAABU/Wzn6A0Ppi4Y/s320/DSC05982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/R0rA-w_-ypI/AAAAAAAAABM/oiG7ykbrZDU/s1600-h/DSC05981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137130509507152530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/R0rA-w_-ypI/AAAAAAAAABM/oiG7ykbrZDU/s320/DSC05981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; @ Megodonaroodo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;맥도날드 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a happy meal. my brother had a Big Mac Set&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mc Donalds have weird toys...they give kids Vibraters...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was actually a bug toy....but it vibrated...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and oh, my! my brother's dirty mind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"who the fuck give vibraters to kids? i thought that was only for adults"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean..why..ur rite..it is for adults...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5004156783267239318-4262333442239578733?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/4262333442239578733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004156783267239318&amp;postID=4262333442239578733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/4262333442239578733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/4262333442239578733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/2007/11/date-with-my-brother-last-friday.html' title='date with my brother (Last Friday)'/><author><name>suksters</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/R0rB_Q_-yxI/AAAAAAAAACM/m6w4L1vdJ40/s72-c/DSC06047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-8328249372393288285</id><published>2007-11-26T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:57:05.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics Pics Pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/R0q8UQ_-yoI/AAAAAAAAABE/kGeFpjVffnY/s1600-h/DSC05939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137125381316201090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/R0q8UQ_-yoI/AAAAAAAAABE/kGeFpjVffnY/s320/DSC05939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/R0q8Kw_-ynI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ic5mJQRMLxo/s1600-h/DSC05942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137125218107443826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/R0q8Kw_-ynI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ic5mJQRMLxo/s320/DSC05942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/R0q7_g_-ymI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mSzTlVDAKYc/s1600-h/DSC05884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137125024833915490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/R0q7_g_-ymI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mSzTlVDAKYc/s320/DSC05884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/R0q74Q_-ylI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xTZ6Y3jikkE/s1600-h/DSC05877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137124900279863890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/R0q74Q_-ylI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xTZ6Y3jikkE/s320/DSC05877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/R0q7ww_-ykI/AAAAAAAAAAk/i2p06OKsZU0/s1600-h/DSC05873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137124771430844994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/R0q7ww_-ykI/AAAAAAAAAAk/i2p06OKsZU0/s320/DSC05873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/R0q7qw_-yjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uVkBLfpWE40/s1600-h/DSC05868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137124668351629874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/R0q7qw_-yjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uVkBLfpWE40/s320/DSC05868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/R0q7jA_-yiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nsXmzW7nQKI/s1600-h/DSC05867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137124535207643682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/R0q7jA_-yiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nsXmzW7nQKI/s320/DSC05867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/R0q7bA_-yhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nzfDTKop8tc/s1600-h/DSC05866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137124397768690194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/R0q7bA_-yhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nzfDTKop8tc/s320/DSC05866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my KRAZY NMA fwends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean...What would I do without them????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5004156783267239318-8328249372393288285?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/8328249372393288285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004156783267239318.post-5348030844262449014</id><published>2007-11-26T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T04:24:03.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to survive my SENIOR YEAR</title><content type='html'>Stress. Stress and MORE STRESS&lt;br /&gt;I thought that senior year was suppose to be a fun year&lt;br /&gt;This is not what i have expected to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my freshman year I couldn't wait until I turned senior&lt;br /&gt;I was looking foward to my senior year.&lt;br /&gt;I saw all my upper class onni and oppa's all enjoying their senior year.&lt;br /&gt;They seemed like they didn't have any problems. but everythings a PROBLEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. I think the Mina Curse is actually working.&lt;br /&gt;Not to all of us but to some of us like Vianka, Wen, Debra, Jae Hee, me..etc&lt;br /&gt;I've realized that I have been more bitchy now-a-days...&lt;br /&gt;I also gained 3 kilograms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days I am not even sure if I want to go to college...cuz recently my "portfolio teacher" just criticized me with my writing skill..how "cliche" all my recent essays were for personal essay part.....I don't even want to go to UCLA..and I don't even see why I need to stress out like this. I mean I would feel great if I did get accepted to UCLA..but I already know that I won't..because&lt;br /&gt;my SAT scores are not that high and also I don't have an outstanding extracurricular activities like Debra...COME ON...why try if you already know what's going to happend rite?&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm stessing on something that I do not have to stress about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Ayaka so much.. I actually miss my Jr year..&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun.. (although I missed out a lot) I really had fun.&lt;br /&gt;it was one of the memories that I will never want to forget.&lt;br /&gt;My first love, the wonderful memories with the GREAT SENIORS Ayaka, Mina, Seung Hwan..&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what they are doing rite now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cant believe Im a senior..I still feel like and act like a freshman..&lt;br /&gt;obnoxious, stupid, wild..etc...&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to grow old.....&lt;br /&gt;If i grow old, then im going to miss all the drama, gossips, and the crazy stuffs&lt;br /&gt;I can't do crazy things just because of the fact that Im a teenager ..cuz I ain't gonna be one soon...WTF&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I grew up so fast....physically..&lt;br /&gt;I still feel like Im a kid mentally...(doesn't mean I'm childish.....well sorta..)&lt;br /&gt;I dunno...jus confused..and more confused about my life....the future and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I live my life..I feel like friendship is not everything...&lt;br /&gt;the people that I once trusted are nolonger trusted.&lt;br /&gt;the people that I thought were my friends turned out not...&lt;br /&gt;it's just dissapointing everytime I realize this...&lt;br /&gt;the fact that I am alone just drives me crazy...&lt;br /&gt;I know that ...I've known that...but I never wanted to admitt it...&lt;br /&gt;Shit....This is just crappy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I had the power to retrospect back to 8 months ago....&lt;br /&gt;If only.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004156783267239318-5348030844262449014?l=suksters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/feeds/5348030844262449014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5004156783267239318&amp;postID=5348030844262449014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/5348030844262449014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004156783267239318/posts/default/5348030844262449014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suksters.blogspot.com/2007/11/trying-to-survive-my-senior-year.html' title='Trying to survive my SENIOR YEAR'/><author><name>suksters</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X5MUKMHVRoA/TJOtECNakKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/r23l9E6HfJ4/S220/daisy-lowe-marc-jacobs-ads-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
