tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71417000016035644912024-02-19T09:12:08.328-08:00beingateenShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14583420120564927052noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141700001603564491.post-42888939838330078512012-04-11T18:18:00.003-07:002012-04-11T18:22:08.126-07:00J.K. Rowling: The Fringe Benefits of Failing<a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/jk_rowling_the_fringe_benefits_of_failure.html"></a>
Second part of my post about "The Importance of Failure".Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14583420120564927052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141700001603564491.post-89390956074005469812012-04-11T18:16:00.001-07:002012-04-11T18:16:47.800-07:00What is True Love?I believe that this is one of the most asked questions we think about. And not to mention it is also one of those questions that have no answers to.
When I asked friends what do they see in a guy, they tell me a list of things. Things along the lines of "funny, clever, good looking, cute, easy to hang out with, simple" and more adjectives. Don't get me wrong here, I feel the same way- I can list out all the qualities I want my boyfriend to have.
- Tall
- Smart
- Understanding
- Mature
- Cute
- Average Looking
- Funny
- Good Heart
- Responsible
- Older than me
Yeah, those are the basics too.
But when I reflect back on my other relationships, I realise that none of the guys I've been with has managed to fit the bill. Am I wrong? Are they wrong? Did I make the wrong choice? Was I too harsh in the qualities I want the guy to have? There has been so far, two guys that has somewhat managed to fit the bill- my first boyfriend and the current one (although the current one fits it most ^_^).
Those two guys are the most important people in my life, at this point in time. But sadly, I have to admit that neither, would I ever classify as my "true love". So it all comes back to the same question again: what is true love? What's the definition?
Well, for starters, my definition is: True love is someone that just naturally clicks with you- you don't need make-up, you don't need to dress up, you don't need to be fake, you don't need to be who you aren't.
Of course though, definitions like True Love change over time (Time, after all, is known to erode things until they almost disappear). So who knows, maybe in 5 or 10 years I'll have a newer definition of true love but right now, that is my definition.
What's yours?Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14583420120564927052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141700001603564491.post-23977322279206309102012-04-11T18:09:00.001-07:002012-04-11T18:09:39.279-07:00The Importance of FailureA lot of my friends hate failing. They hate failing because they dislike the feeling of it, because they're scared that they'll feel inferior to others that succeed and because they just don't want that failure tainting their page.
Everyone hates the feeling of failing- I do too, as much as any human.
But when you think about failing and you can smile at the sheer thought of it happening, when you think of your past failures (whether they were big or small) and you can smile and go, "I failed" and when you believe that failing is a good thing, that's when you know you're one step closer to maturity, adulthood and life morals.
I dislike failing: but that is because of the culture and traditions that I was raised in. I'm Asian. Hence, my parents don't like failing (my mother especially). She likes to do things right the first time and she has imposed those values onto me and my younger sister. But I've grown away and out of her values.
I'm a teenager now, I follow my own rules and my own rules only. I experiment with things that my parents would hate me doing (relationships, friendships, school) but who cares? I learnt long, long ago that at my age, or as a teenager/young adult, everything you do will fail at some point in time.
Look at the statistics, relationships in high school don't last (at least the majority of them)- that's failing.
Friendships in primary school and high school never last (majority of them once again)- that's failing.
School grades go up and down depending on how much time and energy you put into it- that's half failing.
There are so many things in life that we fail at doing. But humans are so up themselves. They're too self confident, too ignorant to understand that to fail isn't a burden, but it may be your asset and it would be an even bigger asset if you admitted your failure and confronted it, rather than hide or shy away from it.
I reflect back on my relationships- I think about what I failed at doing, what I failed at making the relationship last. And now, in this relationship, I'm doing everything I can to stop myself from making the same mistakes (but that is easier said that done, regardless, it's better to be trying right?). I know that in the end, I will fail again but when I look at it, rather than thinking that I failed another relationship, lost another friendship, I think that I have gained some valuable experience and lessons from something I failed at doing.
Because believe it or not, failing is more than just a feeling- it's an experience. An experience that makes you mature, it makes you think about life in a different point of view and it makes you become more self confident in yourself the next time you 'fail'.
So stop thinking that failing is not allowed- it's more than allowed, it's encouraged even! Failing...Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14583420120564927052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141700001603564491.post-13244265893987019632012-03-03T23:09:00.002-08:002012-03-03T23:11:51.353-08:00Definition of Love<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2uU32_Tur-A_DxDIshsmo-Ewd0YwXi36KsdpAz5bEafffmhN6dTlAtrV5Stes18r5sW_JAa7ddE1wzASwbjDGjIg8DTP5Ju9fzMYRTOk_rBMeFDxdX_3hn2ecaJaAizDhLFzrfZGlQdU/s1600/random5.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2uU32_Tur-A_DxDIshsmo-Ewd0YwXi36KsdpAz5bEafffmhN6dTlAtrV5Stes18r5sW_JAa7ddE1wzASwbjDGjIg8DTP5Ju9fzMYRTOk_rBMeFDxdX_3hn2ecaJaAizDhLFzrfZGlQdU/s320/random5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715935819930489922" /></a><br /><br />To every person out there who has fallen in and out of love, whether with an opposite gender, a friend or family member. <br /><br />Falling in love is the best remedy for a heartbreak/ache. Don't be afraid. The more you fall, the more you learn and the quicker you can pick yourself up. Life goes on and doesn't stop.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14583420120564927052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141700001603564491.post-80231902982480131742012-03-02T23:16:00.002-08:002012-03-02T23:31:22.018-08:00Fate or Free Will?My Language Arts teacher at school gave me this journal prompt which we had to write for about 5-10 minutes. <br /><br />"Do you think humans are subjected to Fate or Free Will? Or both? Explain." <br /><br />Most of the class chose Free Will and a small minority of the class chose Fate. But I chose both. <br /><br />I will just briefly explain my own answer.<br /><br />I think it is both because it is the people around us that influence us. But that is fate that allows us to to meet the people that influence us not only in judgement, but also emotional, physical, socially but also mentally stability. But it is by our free will in which we chose whether or not we want to be influenced. <br /><br />Life is not only about Fate and Destiny. It is also about crossroads and choices/decisions. Those are the essentials of life. Others may thing different but in the end, this post and this blog is all about my opinion, my thoughts. <br /><br />Thank you.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14583420120564927052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141700001603564491.post-60538163541388849212012-03-02T23:14:00.001-08:002012-03-02T23:16:01.115-08:00People Come and Go<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf3WTX1j13mrw1vs7gpcC9QCNLDRLnfzNpFlk1ADE5FW7GYs8zK0hkvgrm3zItmaRUZv9kuzXJYbT5RY5jQzaHNYnJFvhyMQwpspl3JllJA0WTf7znuUmNtdlpeN9w2zF4tG1_rBP6LBA/s1600/random3.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf3WTX1j13mrw1vs7gpcC9QCNLDRLnfzNpFlk1ADE5FW7GYs8zK0hkvgrm3zItmaRUZv9kuzXJYbT5RY5jQzaHNYnJFvhyMQwpspl3JllJA0WTf7znuUmNtdlpeN9w2zF4tG1_rBP6LBA/s320/random3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715565821963053714" /></a><br /><br />People around you come and go. Some times you need to stay away from emotional support on some people because one day, sadly, they will leave. Whether on good terms or on bad. And there is nothing we can do about them.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14583420120564927052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141700001603564491.post-84700764511162318872012-03-02T23:12:00.000-08:002012-03-02T23:13:51.021-08:00Daily Thoughts<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX-kesyVNpkGviQoNWxp5JOAczZQ99r664BXnGYV6gIJ6q7YX74M8ZURBZDDnVN6MyIVR_Kbgh3ZE-I-B6Ko8d2lB8M7veM3uSJvLjJgha7L3pLvOaAyS6MVDFgHXTeatIVvmHaG2Mlxo/s1600/random4.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX-kesyVNpkGviQoNWxp5JOAczZQ99r664BXnGYV6gIJ6q7YX74M8ZURBZDDnVN6MyIVR_Kbgh3ZE-I-B6Ko8d2lB8M7veM3uSJvLjJgha7L3pLvOaAyS6MVDFgHXTeatIVvmHaG2Mlxo/s320/random4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715565486524847906" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Everything, everyday. </span>Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14583420120564927052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141700001603564491.post-22953066416058462342012-03-02T22:54:00.002-08:002012-03-02T23:12:21.142-08:00Everything I Do Is Wrong<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkGwJXeD_J8wjaYsg-YYpbtS5_3X0khci7CCDpHAbqmJdQywwINsQ9VXALhbAntatILuhY4WpG5OSPKMEpyX6mlS18MKMR2_Py5tSNW6BFl1O76GUEB6jumpKdHfbOgeFcMm5x7KNz_rs/s1600/random2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkGwJXeD_J8wjaYsg-YYpbtS5_3X0khci7CCDpHAbqmJdQywwINsQ9VXALhbAntatILuhY4WpG5OSPKMEpyX6mlS18MKMR2_Py5tSNW6BFl1O76GUEB6jumpKdHfbOgeFcMm5x7KNz_rs/s320/random2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715560874686380514" /></a><br /><br />Have you ever thought that every move you take, every choice you make, every action you do, is just...wrong? Even when the time you do it, when you do it, seems perfectly right, perfectly normal, perfectly a good choice. <br /><br />I, myself, hate that feeling. One of the biggest reasons being the very fact that I hate being known as doing something wrong. I don't like it when people correct me even when I KNOW that I'm wrong. <br /><br />My friends end up looking at me as if I did something fatal (as I'm known to be doing everything right, the perfect daughter, the perfect student, the perfect friend). But all I ever did was make a mistake. I'm human. Just because I do well at school, seemingly do well with my family and earn the trust of my friends, it does not necessarily mean that I do not make mistakes. <br /><br />Humans are all about mistakes. It is how we grow, how we learn, how we become who we are as an adult. I don't want to be someone that makes no mistakes. Because then how do I learn? How do I mature? How do I change my way of thinking? How do I become who I will be when I grow up? <br /><br /><br />***<br /><br />To the people who think that every step I make is wrong, every judgement I make is wrong, this is what I have to say to you, and to you only: I am who I am. Accept me or ignore me. <br /><br />I don't want a friend who only cares about the good part of me. I don't want a friend that doesn't accept who I really am and expects me to become someone that will only be who they want to be. <br />I don't want a family member that is always saying my faults and ignoring my good deeds. I don't want a family member that is ignorant of my success. <br /><br />To the people who put me down and smirk behind my back, thinking that I can't do anything, this is my message to you, and to you only: The two words and three phrases, "I know", "I can", "I will" are in the top of my dictionary. Nothing you can ever say, ever do, can make me change that. Once again, I am only human and every human, including you makes mistakes.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14583420120564927052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141700001603564491.post-44473781158315017402012-01-01T00:50:00.000-08:002012-01-01T00:53:08.860-08:00HAPPY 2012 !For a simple message that says all : HAVE A VERY HAPPY AND WONDERFUL NEW YEAR <3
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<br />2011...what can I say about 2011...
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<br />It was a great year. A year filled with new and old friendships, a year of tears, joy, laughter, anger and every other emotion possibly felt by a human being.
<br />It is now officially the past. The past that I will look back on with a smile, a smile that knows that no matter what happens now or in the future, the past will always be my strong hold, the one place I will find solitude in.
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<br />Never look at your past with regret, always with a smile. Because it is a smile that can change the way you view things, especially the past.
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<br />I sincerely hope that everyone will have a wonderful 2012 whether good or bad, and may all your dreams and wishes come true (to a certain extent at least :)).
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<br />xxx
<br />SShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14583420120564927052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141700001603564491.post-88610184243546310592011-12-24T13:14:00.001-08:002011-12-24T13:14:44.601-08:00To that Certain SomeoneSomeone as kind as you are, <br />
Someone as helpful as you are, <br />
Someone as precious as you are,<br />
Will never come into my life again. <br />
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You who have invaded my heart, <br />
With words that make me blush <br />
With gestures that make my heart beat<br />
With smiles that make me smile back. <br />
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Someday, when everything is over,<br />
I know that I will look back at our memories<br />
With tears and smiles,<br />
Knowing that we had loved each other. <br />
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I never will regret falling in love with you,<br />
I never will say sorry about loving you. <br />
I never will cry over the times we weren't together.<br />
I never will forget who you are to me. <br />
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The memories we shared,<br />
The times we were together, <br />
The laughter we shared together and the times we held hands will always remain bright within me as if all happened only yesterday. <br />
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I Love You. Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14583420120564927052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141700001603564491.post-88825056141309107142011-12-24T00:56:00.001-08:002011-12-24T00:56:15.540-08:00My Sweet BoyfriendI don't know where to begin. I'm going to keep this short. <br />
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My boyfriend is the sweetest guy ever. He makes me blush so much but at the same time it always ends up lighting up my day. Does your boyfriend (or even girlfriend) do that? <br />
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It's so scary that I have a guy like him in my life. And I remember telling myself that I wasn't going to go into another relationship for the rest of high school because I had to concentrate on my studies but I knew it wouldn't work out like that! Aren't just clever?! Hahahaha~ <br />
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I feel like this is a dream. If it is, I hope I don't wake up for a very long time! Because I'll be so disappointed when I do wake up! <br />
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Anyways I think I've been bragging about my sweet boyfriend too much! <br />
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I love him <3 Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14583420120564927052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141700001603564491.post-19859836785768026592011-12-19T14:31:00.000-08:002011-12-24T00:59:39.130-08:00I&apos;m in LoveIt's so funny how these things go. <br />
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You would think that there's no way either of you could fall in love with each other but after another week of constantly talking to each other through social networking sites and at school and hanging around each other, it rubs off and then BAM! you're in love, just like that.<br />
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I feel like that right this moment.<br />
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But I'm still happy. I'm doing so much more things with my life right now that it makes me feel...just happy I guess.<br />
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He's a great person, who always listens to me and is always there for me and the hugs he gives me makes me feel like I'm safe...for once in my life.<br />
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I think if he and I were to break up and leave, I would still be a happy person. Sure, I would be sad, I would cry and I would miss him so very much but I think if we were even together for a short amount of time, it would mean the world to me and it would honestly be one of those memories that I will cherish forever. <br />
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I've only known him for 46 days (from this blog post) and we are so close that it's kind of creeping me out...in a good way though :) <br />
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I mean, there isn't a lot of things I can say about him because I don't know where to start....I know him so well for someone who I've only known for a a month and a half. <br />
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Anyways, before I end it, I have one last thing to say, (his nickname is Ducky):<br />
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I LOVE YOU DUCKY <3 <br />
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xxxShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14583420120564927052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141700001603564491.post-19752732635721368792011-12-19T14:28:00.001-08:002011-12-19T14:29:28.815-08:00Question of the Day #4Why do we fall in love?Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14583420120564927052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141700001603564491.post-1061015135380630052011-12-19T12:39:00.000-08:002011-12-19T12:48:32.711-08:00Everything ; Chapter 1 : Late For The MeetingAs I looked at the boy in front me with porcelain skin and a smile that can light up the whole world I felt my heart beat quicker and quicker.<br /><br />I didn’t know if someone like him will ever like me but I knew from the very first time I saw him that I will love him.<br /><br />Forever.<br /><br />I sighed and turned off the TV when the boy’s face left the screen and another program came on, taking over the world.<br /><br />I got up and got into bed.<br /><br />I looked at my ceiling and felt myself smile and my heart beat quickly again and I saw the boy’s smiling face in my eyes and then I turned over and closed my eyes, falling into a dream where he and I were holding hands and looking at each other as if nothing else mattered…<br /><br /> <br /><br />***<br /><br /> <br /><br />Everything… ain't a thing without you here in my life<br /><br /><br />(You sexy hottie, you got that body, you make things right)<br /><br /><br />Ain’t a dream… 'cause the way you hold me hits deep inside<br /><br /><br />(So sweet like honey, right on the money, blowin' my mind)<br /><br /><br />Everyday as I wake I'm whole<br /><br /><br />You got me feelin' so fresh and good to go<br /><br /><br /><br />My friends think that I'm crazy, yo<br /><br /><br />Well I'm about to get crazy some more<br /><br /><br /><br />***<br /><br /> <br /><br />I woke up and looked at my clock and when I saw the time my eyes widened for one second and suddenly, I screamed and bolted out of my single bed and ran to my closet, pulling out of the first clothes than I saw in my walk in wardrobe. <br /><br />Grabbing my clothes and running to the bathroom in two steps and opened the shower head and began to wash my hair and my body at the same time.<br /><br />I finally finished showering and changing into my simple clothes all in less than 5 minutes when I heard my Nokia flip phone ring with Onew's voice piercing through my small apartment.<br /><br />"Annyeong?" I said hurriedly.<br /><br />"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?! I TOLD YOU TO MEET ME DOWNSTAIRS AT 8 O'CLOCK!!! IT'S NEARLY 8.30 AND WE NEED TO GET THERE SOON! YOU PROBABLY DON'T CARE BUT I REALLY WANT THIS JOB!!!" My friend, Kara screamed through the phone.<br /><br />I put the phone my arm's width apart and waited for all the screaming to be done.<br /><br />While Kara was screaming I ran around the apartment with my Guess handbag stuffing it full with things.<br /><br />Wallet, iPod, house keys, tissue and some simple make-up with a comb.<br /><br />"I'm coming down now. I'll be there in less than a minute. Promise." I said through the phone at the friend that was still screaming.<br /><br />"Yeah right. You live on the top floor! It takes at least a minute for the elevator to get up and at least another minute to get down!!!"<br /><br />"Watch me." I said before hanging up on her.<br /><br />I ran out of the house, bolted the door and began to run down the emergency stair way in my 50 US dollar high heels that I had bought especially for this day. <br /><br />I looked at my watch that I had bought from France when I was 15 and saw that I had 20 seconds left to get down to the first floor and I was now on the 10th floor.<br /><br />I sat on the railing and began to slide down.<br /><br />"10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...2..."<br /><br />I was nearly down on the first floor when all of a sudden the door burst open and in ran my friend to see if I was there yet. <br /><br />I jumped off the stair way and began to walk towards her, a huge smile on my face.<br /><br />"1."<br /><br />Kara rolled her eyes at me and began to walk behind me towards her convertible.<br /><br />We sat in and she started the engine.<br /><br />She began to drive quickly towards our new workplace while I tried to put on eyeliner, mascara and lip gloss on against the wind.<br /><br />"We're here." Kara said, stopping the car as I was applying my lip gloss on, my hair like Medusa.<br /><br />I took out the comb and began to comb it. <br /><br />In less than one second it was done and I stepped out of the car, my heels clicking against the concrete and my hair swaying with the wind.<br /><br />"So this is SM Entertainment..." I said quietly to myself.<br /><br />I looked at Kara.<br /><br />She turned her head away from the large building in front of us and look at me.<br /><br />Suddenly, we both smiled and holding each others hands, we walked into the building of SM Entertainment.<br /><br /> <br /><br />***<br /><br /><br /><br />Let it rain (pour down your love)<br /><br /><br />Wanna take you on a special joyride<br /><br /><br /><br />(You sexy hottie, you got that body, you make things right)<br /><br /><br />That's the way… in the mornin' afternoon and the night<br /><br /><br />(So sweet like honey, right on the money, blowin' my mind)<br /><br /><br />Everyday as I wake I'm whole<br /><br /><br />You got me feelin' so fresh and good to go<br /><br /><br />My friends think that I'm crazy, yo<br /><br /><br />Well I'm about to get crazy some more<br /><br /> <br /><br />***<br /><br /> <br /><br />The company that made our favourite celebrities the way they are now.<br /><br />The company that we were now employed in.<br /><br />I took a deep breath in and walked in through the double door of SM Entertainment, knowing that my life what about to change.<br /><br />Whether for the good or the bad.<br /><br />I didn't know.<br /><br />But I wanted to find out.<br /><br />I wanted to find out with Onew.<br /><br />With Jinki.<br /><br />Lee Jinki.Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14583420120564927052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141700001603564491.post-68619638537442580822011-11-30T18:15:00.001-08:002011-11-30T18:15:46.513-08:00Question of the Day #3Why is life so hard?Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14583420120564927052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141700001603564491.post-91547096696691251092011-11-30T18:06:00.000-08:002011-11-30T18:13:45.920-08:00Stupid StressI'm so sick of being stressed.<div><br /></div><div>When I was in Australia, I was never stressed! I mean, yeah, sure, I guess when I was taking my half yearly and yearly exams I was stressed but that never lasted for more than an hour! The stress I'm feeling now is...ridiculous.</div><div><br /></div><div>All my friends are at school, having fun, enjoying being a teenager but I'm stuck with making good grades, doing extra curricular activities, service learning hours and studying for the SAT's. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm no superwoman.</div><div><br /></div><div>I need my time of rest, my time to do whatever I want. </div><div><br /></div><div>My parents say that they understand me and what I want but all they care about is that I get into a good college. Sure, a good college will be a lifetime of benefits for me and I agree that I should be studying for the SAT's. </div><div>But have they ever stopped to consider that maybe, just maybe, I'm old enough to make my own decisions?! I know when I have to study, what I have to study for.</div><div>So if they just SHUT THE HELL up for one BRIEF SECOND than maybe, just maybe, they'll see the side of me actually studying.</div><div><br /></div><div>No one studies willingly after their parents have non-stop talked to them about them being worried, making them studying, giving them a huge stack of SAT prep books and then confiscate their laptop and phone.</div><div>Facebook...or should I say, my laptop is the only thing that keeps me sane every single day I return home after school. It's my life line. And now they're taking it away from me? </div><div>Sorry, unless you want me to perish, NOT A GOOD IDEA.</div><div><br /></div><div>Half an hour of lunch isn't enough for me every day Mum, Dad.</div><div><br /></div><div>LEARN TO SEE MY POINT OF VIEW PLEASE.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm sick of being stressed. And do you know what the most stupid thing about today is? I want to CRY. I WANT TO FU*KING CRY. But nothing.</div><div>Not one drop.</div><div><br /></div><div>Probably because I had cried so much this weekend that I have no more tears left. But for once, I wish I could cry. Because when the tears come out, it makes my life suddenly a whole lot easier and brighter. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm so tired...everyday of every second and there will never be anyone that will tell me that their there for me and will watch out for me when I fall down, asleep.</div><div><br /></div><div>Why isn't there a person like that...?</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm straying off topic. </div><div><br /></div><div>I hate stress.</div><div>It's the worst thing in the world. </div><div><br /></div><div>Who agrees with me? </div>Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14583420120564927052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141700001603564491.post-57682704684767060392011-11-26T22:50:00.000-08:002011-11-26T22:56:01.810-08:00Planetarium - Ai Otsuka LYRICS<div><i style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; ">Song: </i><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jFdT_cIQ-5I">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jFdT_cIQ-5I</a></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "><div style="font-style: italic; "><i style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "><br /></i></div><span class="Apple-style-span" >The moonlit evening shows its face<br />And a child's voice is vanishing<br />Far away, far away, I guess you're somewhere in this sky<br />In the end of the Summer, we sneaked away to this park we had found<br />Do you remember that constellation somehow?<br /><br />Even if I can't meet you, I want to pursue my memories<br />and show you the same happiness.<br />Along with that smell, the fireworks open in a flash<br /><br />I want to live, I want to live and run to your place right now<br />I can't see anything in the pitch dark, even if it's scary, I'm all right<br />The countless starry sky is still here now, forever<br />I won't cry because the sky I saw before with you was beautiful<br /><br />The sound of your shoes remains in my ears and resounds as far as that path<br />I guess I'm staring at my own great shadow<br /><br />It may not change at all but my painful feelings are getting inflated<br />No matter how I felt, you're no longer with me<br /><br />I want to live even if it's a little, even if it's a little, right by you're side<br />You're the one I like the most, so I can be strong<br />I tried softly reciting a wish upon a shooting star<br />I won't cry, has it reached you? In this beautiful sky<br /><br />Even if I can't meet you, I want to pursue my memories<br />and show you the same happiness.<br />Along with that smell, the fireworks open in a flash<br /><br />I want to live, grasping tightly your little hand towards your place<br />I want to cry, that was, that was a beautiful sky<br />I tried softly reciting a wish upon a shooting star<br />I want to cry, you won't reach my feelings in this sky...</span></span><div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>***</i></span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; ">i don't know why, i love these lyrics.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; ">maybe it's because it's not talking about loosing or finding love. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; ">maybe it's because the song itself is so melodic and nicely written...i've never been one for jpop but i dont know why, this song is especially touching for me. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; ">i loved hana yori dango . . . one of my all time favourite japanese dramas <3 </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; ">and this song, plus the lyrics, is one of the most wonderful thing ever <3 i hope everyone enjoys these lyrics and the song as much as i do <3</span></div><div><i style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "><br /></i></div><div><i style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; ">Source: </i><a href="http://jslyrics.livejournal.com/10221.html">http://jslyrics.livejournal.com/10221.html</a></div>Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14583420120564927052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141700001603564491.post-92046009831060219872011-11-26T17:45:00.000-08:002011-11-26T17:46:21.037-08:00Question of the Day #2Why was I given life in this lifetime?Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14583420120564927052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141700001603564491.post-82219017887576646582011-11-23T22:29:00.000-08:002011-11-23T22:35:13.543-08:00Question of the Day #1Is my love too burdensome ?Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14583420120564927052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141700001603564491.post-50124429522767666372011-11-23T22:27:00.000-08:002011-11-23T22:34:45.848-08:00My Friend is Cooool ~Today was ridiculously fun (and hence, I am ridiculously tired!). <div><br /></div><div>I got to say, it's never happened before: me stayed past 9 out with a dude I've only met for what? 2 weeks? Weird, I know.</div><div><br /></div><div>But (s)he's hecka cool ! (Don't get egoistic Katherine!) </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm pretty sure if I said I "love" him so much people would get the wrong idea... DO NOT GET THE WRONG IDEA! It's just been a long time since I've found a friend like him that's so...different? I don't quite know if that is the word to use to describe him.</div><div><br /></div><div>He's just different.</div><div><br /></div><div>I feel comfortable around. </div><div><br /></div><div>A bit TOO comfortable for me if I have a say. But still, it's a good thing I guess.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm just really, really worried that I would go and say something stupid to ruin everything...I'M PRAYING ! Fingers crossed =p</div><div><br /></div><div>But anyways, he's a cool dude. I can actually talk to him about stuff and he doesn't judge or say anything stupid or hurtful. Although I've got to say, I think he's holding back something. </div><div>He keeps on saying he trusts me...hmm...I should look into that! Still, he's a good kid.</div><div><br /></div><div>I like him. Hahaha ~ And hopefully, unlike other friendships, I won't go saying something or do something stupid that will ruin it. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I'm praying ~! </div>Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14583420120564927052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141700001603564491.post-4502997148785155662011-11-21T20:16:00.000-08:002011-11-21T20:24:52.375-08:00Dear Friend . . .Dear Friend,<div><br /></div><div>I have some words to say to you. Don't feel nervous; don't feel awkward; don't feel scared- their all good words. </div><div><br /></div><div>______________________________________________________________</div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you for everything you've done for me.</div><div>Thank you for every time I've bothered you and you still smile at me.</div><div>Thank you for trying to make me smile when I'm mad, pissed off, sad, crying.</div><div>Thank you for always helping me with my homework.</div><div>Thank you for always being here/there for me when I need you most.</div><div>Thank you for giving me enough privacy to not make me feel constricted.</div><div>Thank you for always lending me a hand when I fall down and can't get up.</div><div>Thank you for always telling me the truth and your opinions.</div><div>Thank you for always smiling at me and making me feel loved.</div><div>Thank you for acting like my sister, my brother.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">***</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm sorry. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm sorry for every time I've ignored you.</div><div>I'm sorry for every time I pretended that I didn't know you.</div><div>I'm sorry for being mean when I'm angry, sad, pissed off, stressed.</div><div>I'm sorry for not always being there for you when you are always there for me.</div><div>I'm sorry for not being trustworthy in your eyes.</div><div>I'm sorry for not always telling you the truth.</div><div>I'm sorry for every lie I've told to you.</div><div>I'm sorry for always bothering you when I know you have your own problems to deal with.</div><div>I'm sorry for always being a bitch when I shouldn't be.</div><div>I'm sorry for everything. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">***</div><div><br /></div><div>I love you. </div><div><br /></div><div>I love you for everything you've done for me.</div><div>I love you for everything you've done for this friendship, to help it flourish and maintain it.</div><div>I love you for being yourself and not changing.</div><div>I love you for being normal and not a bitch.</div><div>I love you for not backstabbing behind my back.</div><div>I love you for all the smiles that you've given to me.</div><div>I love you for all the things you've sacrificed for me. </div><div>I love you for every present you've given to me, material or not.</div><div>I love you for always being by my side.</div><div>I love you, more than myself. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">***</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I thank you. I apologize to you. I love you. </div><div>_____________________________________________________________</div><div><br /></div><div>These are my words to you.</div><div><br /></div><div>I hope you'll always be my friend no matter how much I change, how much I push you away and how much I bother youu <3 </div><div><br /></div><div>:)</div><div><br /></div><div>Your friend always ~ </div>Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14583420120564927052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141700001603564491.post-88835468541469051672011-11-21T19:55:00.001-08:002011-11-21T20:15:23.157-08:00The Fun of Sleeping @ A Friend's HouseI'm pretty sure I'm not the only teenager that's ever slept over a friend's house. But I might be one of those few teenagers that don't sleep over at a friend's house often enough because I'm so Asian and my parents are strict.<div><br /></div><div>Still, I finally experienced a normal teenage thing last Friday and honestly, one of the best memories of my life probably.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's been filed under "Most Wonderful Memory". </div><div><br /></div><div>I did so many things that Friday night that honestly, makes the whole experience so much better. </div><div><br /></div><div>I got to my friend's house at about 4 after a shower. I totally forgot to bring my hair straightener (which makes my hair look horrendous), my tooth brush and some other things I forgot. Got to say, not the best start to the fun. </div><div><br /></div><div>And then I tried to study.</div><div><br /></div><div>Remind me next time that studying while at a friend's house is NOT a good thing WHAT SO EVER! You've been warned! </div><div><br /></div><div>I was supposed to write a rough draft of an essay for English class. I only managed the Introduction. AND I had it all written on a shape-up sheet but it didn't work out. So there goes the first hour of the word "fun". </div><div><br /></div><div>2nd hour was wasted on Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. Not that it isn't a good movie or anything! Just that since my friend and I was SO tired that we couldn't even get past a fifth of the film without trying to stay awake. We were THAT tired the previous night that we couldn't stand watching something we watched over and over again as a child. So we just skipped.</div><div><br /></div><div>We were originally supposed to watch Water for Elephants and Friends with Benefits. </div><div><br /></div><div>Didn't work out.</div><div><br /></div><div>Friends with Benefits weren't out on DVD yet so my friend's father had to rent something different. Sadly, when my friend gave their dad the list of movies to rent, my friend's sister said it was a movie with 'sex'. When my friend told me at school I just burst out laughing like crazy!</div><div><br /></div><div>So then my friend's father borrowed another movie: Crazy, Stupid Love. Omgosh though, when my friend's father gave me the DVD and was explaining it, he said it was a "no sex movie"! I literally had to hold back my laughter so bad! Funniest thing EVER!</div><div><br /></div><div>So we watched Water For Elephants first but not before dinner and playing some games...? Some reason, I just cannot remember what we did between W 4 E and Dinner. We definitely played a game of some sort...BUT! I remember making popcorn.</div><div><br /></div><div>So my parents bought a jug of popcorn and I took some to my friends house. I knew how my Uncle cooked it (or thought I knew) so I told my friend to cook it the same way. BIG MISTAKE! It had disaster written all over it but I didn't even realise before it was too late! IT ALL GOT BURNT! And now I still feel the massive guilt for ruining the popcorn and making a fool of myself in front of my friend's parents. SHOCK HORROR!</div><div><br /></div><div>But when we were done, we had so much food! Because, in the middle, we somehow managed to make a Nutella sandwich which we completely forgot about until the popcorn was done. It was like a whole meal in front of us after we were done with the food making!</div><div>After, we started Water for Elephants. </div><div><br /></div><div>GREAT MOVIE! Reese Witherspoon and Robert Pattison are good actors/actresses! Although I got to say, since I know that Reese is like 30 and has kids and Robert is only what? 21+ or something? It was awkward when I was watching the kiss scene! So yeah.</div><div><br /></div><div>And! Get this! My friend let me paint their nails! THE BIGGEST HIGHLIGHT OF EVERYTHING! It was the BEST! I finally realised how FUN it was to paint someone else's nails! I should've left it on my friend's nails >< </div><div><br /></div><div>I am SO doing it again! </div><div><br /></div><div>[Gotta go buy more nail polish colours!]</div><div><br /></div><div>And after we started Crazy, Stupid Love but omgosh, it was unbearable! So we decided to just watch Harry Potter 7 PT. 2. </div><div><br /></div><div>It was so funny because both of us kept on nodding off to sleep and we had to wake each other up...or I guess I woke my friend up more than the other way around! They kept on trying to wake themselves up by sitting up...didn't work!</div><div><br /></div><div>So when the scene got up to Draco's mum checking if Harry is alive or not, I just told my friend to close the DVD player and go to sleep. IT WAS 4 IN THE MORNING! And honestly, we even left the lights on because we were THAT tired!</div><div><br /></div><div>I think I woke up at like 6 later because my friend's father was getting up to work and after that, between 9.15 I woke up periodically. </div><div><br /></div><div>Did I forget to mention how we took photos and played jenga before Harry Potter? Woops! Well, we took hella photos! And Jenga's always fun <3 </div><div><br /></div><div>So, first sleepover ever as a teen and I am SO doing it again! </div><div><br /></div><div>My friend are I are weird!</div><div><br /></div><div>I've only know him (yeah, it's a dude ;p) for 2 weeks but we're just that close that I can go stay at his house without being embarassed nor awkward. Hmm...interesting ~</div><div><br /></div><div>And the photo's we took was so funny. Because right after they were posted, people started assuming that we were dating. Talk about response!</div><div><br /></div><div>Now, we made a bet. But shhhh...it's a secret~ </div><div><br /></div><div><3 </div>Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14583420120564927052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141700001603564491.post-77856999774314056262011-11-12T22:55:00.000-08:002011-11-12T23:02:35.907-08:00T-ARA Cry Cry<div><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-Ju79e8rM0c" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div><p style="margin-top: 20px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana, arial, tahoma, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Like a <span id="IL_AD7" class="IL_AD" style="border-bottom-width: 1px !important; border-bottom-style: dotted !important; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 51, 153) !important; color: rgb(0, 51, 153) !important; background-image: none !important; background-attachment: scroll !important; background-origin: initial !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; cursor: pointer !important; position: static; display: inline !important; padding-top: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-bottom: 1px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; float: none !important; background-position: 0% 50%; background-repeat: repeat repeat !important; ">red rose</span>, you <span id="IL_AD4" class="IL_AD" style="border-bottom-width: 1px !important; border-bottom-style: dotted !important; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 51, 153) !important; color: rgb(0, 51, 153) !important; background-image: none !important; background-attachment: scroll !important; background-origin: initial !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; cursor: pointer !important; position: static; display: inline !important; padding-top: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-bottom: 1px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; float: none !important; background-position: 0% 50%; background-repeat: repeat repeat !important; ">pierced</span> me with thorn-like words Uh uh uh<br />Like <span id="IL_AD10" class="IL_AD" style="border-bottom-width: 1px !important; border-bottom-style: dotted !important; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 51, 153) !important; color: rgb(0, 51, 153) !important; background-image: none !important; background-attachment: scroll !important; background-origin: initial !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; cursor: pointer !important; position: static; display: inline !important; padding-top: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-bottom: 1px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; float: none !important; background-position: 0% 50%; background-repeat: repeat repeat !important; ">a tattoo</span>, you carve in <span id="IL_AD6" class="IL_AD" style="border-bottom-width: 1px !important; border-bottom-style: dotted !important; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 51, 153) !important; color: rgb(0, 51, 153) !important; background-image: none !important; background-attachment: scroll !important; background-origin: initial !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; cursor: pointer !important; position: static; display: inline !important; padding-top: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-bottom: 1px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; float: none !important; background-position: 0% 50%; background-repeat: repeat repeat !important; ">deeper</span> the more I try to forget you</p><p style="margin-top: 20px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana, arial, tahoma, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Cry Cry, can’t you see the music<br /><a target="_blank" class="ml-smartlink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hot_Like_Fire" style="color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none !important; border-bottom-width: 1px !important; border-bottom-style: dashed !important; border-bottom-color: initial !important; -webkit-transition-property: color; -webkit-transition-duration: 1s; -webkit-transition-timing-function: ease-in; -webkit-transition-delay: initial; cursor: pointer !important; display: inline !important; font-size: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; width: auto !important; float: none !important; ">Hot like fire</a>, you’re ma boy</p><p style="margin-top: 20px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana, arial, tahoma, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Baby can’t you see the look in my eyes<br />Look at my eyes that are in sorrow, uh uh<br />Hotter than the red sun, you loved me, don’t make me cry</p><p style="margin-top: 20px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana, arial, tahoma, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Like an <span id="IL_AD1" class="IL_AD" style="border-bottom-width: 1px !important; border-bottom-style: dotted !important; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 51, 153) !important; color: rgb(0, 51, 153) !important; background-image: none !important; background-attachment: scroll !important; background-origin: initial !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; cursor: pointer !important; position: static; display: inline !important; padding-top: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-bottom: 1px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; float: none !important; background-position: 0% 50%; background-repeat: repeat repeat !important; ">addiction</span>, I miss and miss you again<br />Like a prison, you must have imprisoned me in you</p><p style="margin-top: 20px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana, arial, tahoma, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Cry cry, can’t you see the music<br /><a target="_blank" class="ml-smartlink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hot_Like_Fire" style="color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none !important; border-bottom-width: 1px !important; border-bottom-style: dashed !important; border-bottom-color: initial !important; -webkit-transition-property: color; -webkit-transition-duration: 1s; -webkit-transition-timing-function: ease-in; -webkit-transition-delay: initial; cursor: pointer !important; display: inline !important; font-size: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; width: auto !important; float: none !important; ">Hot like fire</a>, you’re ma boy</p><p style="margin-top: 20px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana, arial, tahoma, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Baby can’t you see the look in my eyes<br />Look at my eyes that are in sorrow, uh uh<br />Hotter than the red sun, you loved me, don’t make me cry</p><p style="margin-top: 20px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana, arial, tahoma, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Baby can`t you see the look in my eyes<br />Look at my eyes that are in sorrow, uh uh<br />Hotter than the red sun, you loved me, don’t make me cry</p><p style="margin-top: 20px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana, arial, tahoma, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Pplease don’t leave me<br />I don’t believe that you’re gonna come back, uh uh<br />Hotter than the red sun, you loved me, don’t make me cry, uh uh</p><p style="margin-top: 20px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana, arial, tahoma, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 20px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: verdana, arial, tahoma, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">I don't know how into T-ARA (pronounced as Tiara in case some don't know~) everyone in the KPOP fandom is but every since this song, I've been in love with their voices, their music drama and just..the whole thing (even though the other few songs are bad~ let's not talk about those!).</p><p style="margin-top: 20px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: verdana, arial, tahoma, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Maybe it's because of the title that I feel a strong attraction too. Maybe it's the soft tune in the Ballard version or maybe, it's just that I like how the voice is so...sweet and sad and revengeful. </p><p style="margin-top: 20px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: verdana, arial, tahoma, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">I might not be able to relate to the lyrics above, but I feel like this song just hits me. So for the past few days, since I've download the song, it's been on repeat and quite soon, I believe, it will surpass all my other Top 25 songs but that is far from surprising. I'm excited for their continuation of this Music Drama with another that will have EunJung in it. I love JiYeon. She's my favourite member and her hair looked amazing in this video.</p><p style="margin-top: 20px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: verdana, arial, tahoma, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">If you haven't watched it yet, YOU'RE MISSING OUT!</p></div>Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14583420120564927052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141700001603564491.post-46558641553698839202011-11-07T17:36:00.000-08:002011-11-07T17:54:29.764-08:00KPOPIf I said I didn't like Korean music and I was Asian, so many people would think that I'm crazy.<div><br /></div><div>Because KPOP is so likeable. The idols (talking about male idols) are hot. They have a good body, a great voice and a heartbreaking personality to go with it. The female idols are too thin for reality, they have a sweet smile and an equally sweet melody in their songs. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm sure many people know the most famous idols. Below is a list. I might've missed some but...then again, there are too many idol groups these days.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, here I go:</div><div><br /></div><div>Older Gen. Male Idols: </div><div><ul><li>Big Bang</li><li>Super Junior</li><li>TVXQ/JYJ</li><li>2PM</li><li>MBLAQ</li><li>SHINee</li><li>CN Blue</li><li>FT Island</li><li>U-Kiss</li><li>2AM </li><li>Rain</li><li>JYP </li><li>BEAST</li></ul><div>Younger Gen. /Rookies Male Idols:</div></div><div><ul><li>Teen Top</li><li>Infinite</li><li>Block B</li><li>Boyfriend </li><li>M.I.B</li><li>ZE:A</li></ul><div>Older Gen. Female Idols:</div></div><div><ul><li>Girls Generation</li><li>f(x)</li><li>Wonder Girls</li><li>2NE1</li><li>4minute </li><li>After School</li><li>G.NA </li><li>KARA</li><li>BoA </li></ul></div><div>So obviously I don't know as much female idols as male. But hey, I'm a girl so I naturally care about male idols more than females. </div><div><br /></div><div>But still....KPOP has taken a toll in the world. Everyone knows.</div><div><br /></div><div>And being me, who had liked KPOP since Feb 2010 when KPOP still wasn't as big of a sensation as it is now, I consider that KPOP really became popular because of SHINee's 2nd Album, Lucifer. Their song was a huge hit. They became popular so quickly that you could say "bingo" and you still wouldn't be able to reach the same quickness. It was that ridiculous. But I was a fan of SHINee then and so, I didn't think about it much.</div><div><br /></div><div>But I know KPOP became so famous because of SHINee's comeback.</div><div><br /></div><div>Still though, to say that KPOP became so famous was ALL because of SHINee is a stretch in the truth. Because I'm sure that before SHINee, everyone had a vague idea of who DBSK (Dong Bang Shin Ki)/TVXQ and Super Junior or Big Bang is. They're the kings of KPOP (including Bi Rain, a solo artist that recently joined the Korean army for time). </div><div>They shaped KPOP the way it is now and every day of every second, the are the ones that make the biggest impact on everyone. When they have a comeback, whether in Korean or Japanese, it's always huge, it's always massive and everyone is always talking about it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Needless to say that their management group, SM Entertainment did a good job in choosing the individual members of each group. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>__</div><div><br /></div><div>No one knows me well enough but I'm definitely not the type of person to follow the crowd. So as KPOP is slowly gaining popularity, my love for it is slowly decreasing. Don't get me wrong though, I definitely still follow KPOP. I still download the songs but I've stopped fangirling. </div><div><br /></div><div>The only time I fangirl now is if my favourite artist is making a comeback or there is some news about them. Favourite artist right now is MBLAQ so I'm excited for their new album! Or mini album. Not sure which!</div><div><br /></div><div>__</div><div><br /></div><div>KPOP is the thing right now.</div><div>But I'm not so sure if it's the thing for me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Who knows...only time will tell!</div>Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14583420120564927052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141700001603564491.post-81102610274931890442011-11-03T18:48:00.000-07:002011-11-03T18:50:50.106-07:00ILY ♥<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXd3l_oARTSRTRWfvS5CuaJggerKdXXHDHxQXhXG7lHJWjxBf-S16au2PG-ffHnQ2kE3RMdkbKFtPVy-evKAzNlW6Tvt8KtDPPSEZ8FMLz-J9p1AhIPbMSPzWuHQVRKVECA-EHCpAtAHw/s1600/196627_169380833111974_149348165115241_416208_7901240_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 158px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXd3l_oARTSRTRWfvS5CuaJggerKdXXHDHxQXhXG7lHJWjxBf-S16au2PG-ffHnQ2kE3RMdkbKFtPVy-evKAzNlW6Tvt8KtDPPSEZ8FMLz-J9p1AhIPbMSPzWuHQVRKVECA-EHCpAtAHw/s320/196627_169380833111974_149348165115241_416208_7901240_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670951842675862738" /></a>Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14583420120564927052noreply@blogger.com