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We have classes that involved us to be more knowledgeable about the world and what's currently happening to it--something I 
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I made a very wise budgeting decision this month and it 
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There must be a reason why I was brought into this world to be 
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It was 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dA8Rgdi6VNzG3jlO2Uw83c9vjsY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dA8Rgdi6VNzG3jlO2Uw83c9vjsY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AniahsBlog/~4/RV4nmQCFqwk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://aniahpaner.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-getting-kim-jaejoong-for-christmas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEBSHc7eip7ImA9WhRSEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301223936219132230.post-6667746209611495579</id><published>2011-11-12T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T11:54:19.902-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-12T11:54:19.902-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rant" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><title>Unexpected Conversation</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://aniahpaner.blogspot.com/feeds/6667746209611495579/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301223936219132230&amp;postID=6667746209611495579" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301223936219132230/posts/default/6667746209611495579?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301223936219132230/posts/default/6667746209611495579?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AniahsBlog/~3/s9ghWHWdqOA/unexpected-conversation.html" title="Unexpected Conversation" /><author><name>Aniah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885904657059163517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="18" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D2dE5BQpDQs/TaQCWJ7WJ5I/AAAAAAAAAXo/sfXWkYzxXNU/s220/glamour.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I don't think anyone is sure where they are heading. They know where they want to be, but never sure if that's really where they would end up. Saturdays are one of those times when my brain completely gives up learning, because let's face it, Saturday is like the yellow traffic light of the weekend. I only had one class every Saturday, and it was one of those classes that could really kill your 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oAey0oWr6WKJwWnwH7v24-IPZFo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oAey0oWr6WKJwWnwH7v24-IPZFo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AniahsBlog/~4/s9ghWHWdqOA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://aniahpaner.blogspot.com/2011/11/unexpected-conversation.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIFSH85eCp7ImA9WhRTF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301223936219132230.post-129339842480874190</id><published>2011-11-08T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T10:38:39.120-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-08T10:38:39.120-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rant" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><title>If You Don't Like Me Then So Be It</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://aniahpaner.blogspot.com/feeds/129339842480874190/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301223936219132230&amp;postID=129339842480874190" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301223936219132230/posts/default/129339842480874190?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301223936219132230/posts/default/129339842480874190?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AniahsBlog/~3/HkUQRZXV5Sk/if-you-dont-like-me-then-so-be-it.html" title="If You Don't Like Me Then So Be It" /><author><name>Aniah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885904657059163517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="18" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D2dE5BQpDQs/TaQCWJ7WJ5I/AAAAAAAAAXo/sfXWkYzxXNU/s220/glamour.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I'm not perfect. But who the hell is? I know there are people who I'll never get along with and will not like me for no reason. It's normal, and it's a part of life's challenges. The best way I always knew to handle such situations is to just ignore them. Let's face it, the world will always have bullies, and there will be people who think they are far better than you and will make sure that you 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tCc4aBtYmlKM2qeQJhELBTYncvQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tCc4aBtYmlKM2qeQJhELBTYncvQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AniahsBlog/~4/HkUQRZXV5Sk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://aniahpaner.blogspot.com/2011/11/if-you-dont-like-me-then-so-be-it.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQNSHYyfip7ImA9WhRSEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301223936219132230.post-1422002025422115123</id><published>2011-11-06T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T12:06:39.896-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-12T12:06:39.896-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rant" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><title>Still Looking For Answers</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://aniahpaner.blogspot.com/feeds/1422002025422115123/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301223936219132230&amp;postID=1422002025422115123" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301223936219132230/posts/default/1422002025422115123?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301223936219132230/posts/default/1422002025422115123?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AniahsBlog/~3/SAvM6rAXvc0/still-looking-for-answers.html" title="Still Looking For Answers" /><author><name>Aniah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885904657059163517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="18" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D2dE5BQpDQs/TaQCWJ7WJ5I/AAAAAAAAAXo/sfXWkYzxXNU/s220/glamour.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Ever experienced knowing exactly where you should go but have no clue how to get there? That's me right now. I've just began learning new things to get some questions answered and so far I still need to ask for directions.

Yesterday I got teased at class because I speak and sound American during introductions. Before I would've felt embarrassed but now I really feel sorry for those people. They 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/K4tchJGvrCbeUnwSF9k_8wYLEfc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/K4tchJGvrCbeUnwSF9k_8wYLEfc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AniahsBlog/~4/SAvM6rAXvc0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://aniahpaner.blogspot.com/2011/11/still-looking-for-answers.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YNQ3s7eCp7ImA9WhdaFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301223936219132230.post-8334484790579733248</id><published>2011-10-26T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T06:19:52.500-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-26T06:19:52.500-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rant" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><title>Emo Mode = Writing Gold</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://aniahpaner.blogspot.com/feeds/8334484790579733248/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301223936219132230&amp;postID=8334484790579733248" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301223936219132230/posts/default/8334484790579733248?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301223936219132230/posts/default/8334484790579733248?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AniahsBlog/~3/GJB5SJaEFOc/emo-mode-writing-gold.html" title="Emo Mode = Writing Gold" /><author><name>Aniah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885904657059163517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="18" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D2dE5BQpDQs/TaQCWJ7WJ5I/AAAAAAAAAXo/sfXWkYzxXNU/s220/glamour.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I'm more creative if I'm miserable. It's a fact. I can't write because I don't feel...deep enough about anything. I'm not in love, or heartbroken. Emotions make me write great things--mostly disturbing things, but they're still good. I wish there was a substitute for it. I don't want to go back to my emo phase.

Love and misery is a great formula for dark creativity. I like writing dark stories..
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jTWF7UNwJ0izqPZD_h3Rs10yujk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jTWF7UNwJ0izqPZD_h3Rs10yujk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AniahsBlog/~4/GJB5SJaEFOc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://aniahpaner.blogspot.com/2011/10/emo-mode-writing-gold.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcGRX4-eCp7ImA9WhdaFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301223936219132230.post-5516916081439370973</id><published>2011-10-26T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T05:43:44.050-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-26T05:43:44.050-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><title>Eventually</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://aniahpaner.blogspot.com/feeds/5516916081439370973/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301223936219132230&amp;postID=5516916081439370973" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301223936219132230/posts/default/5516916081439370973?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301223936219132230/posts/default/5516916081439370973?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AniahsBlog/~3/rgnoQtEYpJo/eventually.html" title="Eventually" /><author><name>Aniah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885904657059163517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="18" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D2dE5BQpDQs/TaQCWJ7WJ5I/AAAAAAAAAXo/sfXWkYzxXNU/s220/glamour.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Well, it seems that I'm back to my old summer habits--sitting in front of the TV the entire day while typing some senseless crap until I get my muse back. I keep asking myself several random questions hoping that if I ask myself enough I'll eventually figure it out. I should really learn to unwind, I seem to have forgotten how.

My headache have gotten worse. It should mean I should rest, but 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7if6AIG4x-bu8xx34nre8DG6KXQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7if6AIG4x-bu8xx34nre8DG6KXQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AniahsBlog/~4/rgnoQtEYpJo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://aniahpaner.blogspot.com/2011/10/eventually.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUDR3Y4eCp7ImA9WhRSEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301223936219132230.post-6690531481763167808</id><published>2011-10-25T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T12:04:36.830-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-12T12:04:36.830-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="JYJ" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blog" /><title>Hit Pause and Replay</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://aniahpaner.blogspot.com/feeds/6690531481763167808/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301223936219132230&amp;postID=6690531481763167808" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301223936219132230/posts/default/6690531481763167808?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301223936219132230/posts/default/6690531481763167808?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AniahsBlog/~3/ETOau4Lz9P0/hit-pause-and-replay.html" title="Hit Pause and Replay" /><author><name>Aniah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885904657059163517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="18" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D2dE5BQpDQs/TaQCWJ7WJ5I/AAAAAAAAAXo/sfXWkYzxXNU/s220/glamour.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">There are still some part of my old self that I wish I could go back to. People know me for my love of writing but somehow I don't think that's me anymore. I don't know how I ended up losing that side of me and I feel like my heart had completely moved on to something else. Is it because I'm a girl and I'm prone to changing my mind all the time? I don't think that's the case. Maybe it's because 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rmwS_77K2b7Y7Wt3SG_LzeHJVgo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rmwS_77K2b7Y7Wt3SG_LzeHJVgo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AniahsBlog/~4/ETOau4Lz9P0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://aniahpaner.blogspot.com/2011/10/hit-pause-and-replay.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIDRX49cSp7ImA9WhdaFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301223936219132230.post-8820844265916504734</id><published>2011-10-24T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T01:22:54.069-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-24T01:22:54.069-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rant" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal" /><title>Enrolled</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://aniahpaner.blogspot.com/feeds/8820844265916504734/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301223936219132230&amp;postID=8820844265916504734" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301223936219132230/posts/default/8820844265916504734?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301223936219132230/posts/default/8820844265916504734?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AniahsBlog/~3/xWucvyk30wM/enrolled.html" title="Enrolled" /><author><name>Aniah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885904657059163517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="18" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D2dE5BQpDQs/TaQCWJ7WJ5I/AAAAAAAAAXo/sfXWkYzxXNU/s220/glamour.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Finally ready for second semester with a new schedule and a new challenge. But did you know enrolling in my college is the most dreaded event by students every year? Never have I experienced such time consuming process in getting enrolled. Other colleges just requires you to fall in line at least twice and that's it. But in my college, they created a system specially designed to torture students.
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Two...

Three...

I got a comment today in storywrite, from someone who was afraid of reading my stories because it scared him/her. My new work was about a person seeking someone she didn't know, and the comment I got was "weird". It was weird, because I wrote it without trying to make sense.

Weird...

Strange...

Odd...

I like these words for some reason. I think it's because they're 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/C_SWdff_3OT1rMSaIjYqq1rslc4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/C_SWdff_3OT1rMSaIjYqq1rslc4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AniahsBlog/~4/Zlaspt9SEd8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://aniahpaner.blogspot.com/2011/10/please-join-me-in-experiment.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQBRn0-fyp7ImA9WhdaEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1301223936219132230.post-3993327234934807837</id><published>2011-10-19T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T17:25:57.357-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-19T17:25:57.357-07:00</app:edited><title>The List of Things I Want to Learn</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://aniahpaner.blogspot.com/feeds/3993327234934807837/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1301223936219132230&amp;postID=3993327234934807837" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301223936219132230/posts/default/3993327234934807837?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1301223936219132230/posts/default/3993327234934807837?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AniahsBlog/~3/Uo0jenYFHbY/list-of-things-i-want-to-learn.html" title="The List of Things I Want to Learn" /><author><name>Aniah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07885904657059163517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="18" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D2dE5BQpDQs/TaQCWJ7WJ5I/AAAAAAAAAXo/sfXWkYzxXNU/s220/glamour.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">I love studying, and I only began to love studying last summer after coming to realize that life is too short to just sit and be content with what it's giving me. There's so many things I want to do and become and I know I can't have all of them and I won't have some of them if I don't try. So I'm making a list of the things I want to learn and improve on:

1. 3d Animation
2. Flash Animation
3. 
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I woke up early today, around 5:00 A.M. because I needed to get to campus around 8:00 A.M. Today they were handing out our report cards. Of course, before I actually got off bed and took a shower I did a little update on my other blogs. Anyway, my mind hasn't stopped working since Monday. I was stuck again.

I got on campus around 8:30 A.M. because my friend said she left home late and I wasn't
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Yoochun: I decided to play Zelda with Heo Jun-sshi today~!! It’ll be a bit easier if we solved the puzzles together, right? ^_^ it starts now!!!!Source: @6002theMicky
Translation credit: @yookcheoni
Shared by: JYJ3
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ABDC season 6 Asian dance crew was Instant Noodles, from Taiwan. I have to 
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Anyway, I've recently come face to face with a new disappointment. I realized that no matter how optimistic you force yourself to be about everything, when life 
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Other people find you very interesting, but you are  really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a  good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be  yourself with them.
  
The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:
You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true. 

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I made several friends on this JYJ fan page on Facebook. They really love TVXQ and are now solid JYJ fans. Now, I don't visit Facebook as much so I'm not really up-to-date with the page activities but whenever I need new info on JYJ I know exactly where to go.

A lot of JYJ fans have tons of opinions about the articles posted there, and it just shows that JYJ have plenty of fans around the 
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To be honest, I don't know who Jung Gun Young is. According to his twitter profile, under the username "zerotic0124", he's a choreographer/dancer. Now if you know me well enough, those two words are enough to get me interested. So I followed him.

Now, being non-Korean, I can't understand his tweets, but I use the internet to translate them (unsuccessfully though, 'coz Korean language are not 
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