<?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-9158295011614008996</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:55:35.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mahayana_cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399170018393492987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9158295011614008996.post-5978874093655143647</id><published>2008-01-16T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T01:14:34.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;A lot of things seem to matter but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;two of these things outweighs all the other.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both objects give people benefits too.&lt;br /&gt;So, its not so bad... Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Object 1: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;diploma&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. is defined as a proof of a 4-5 years of struggle(excluding the dropped, withdrawn and failed classes) just to prove yourself your something; 2. A form of payback to our beloved parents for their counter struggle just to make us finish college.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Benefits:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You can get a &lt;strong&gt;high paying&lt;/strong&gt; job&lt;br /&gt;- You have the right to use the word "&lt;strong&gt;educated&lt;/strong&gt;" as a descriptive term for yourself&lt;br /&gt;- you have this to &lt;strong&gt;adorn&lt;/strong&gt; your living room or wherever&lt;br /&gt;- you have an additional &lt;strong&gt;gift&lt;/strong&gt; to HR officers aside from your resume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can gain yourself &lt;strong&gt;some respect&lt;/strong&gt; from other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;However,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you have to buy another frame so you can show it to everyone who enters your lovely home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Object 2: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;money.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is defined as anything that is owned, stolen, kept, saved, burned, given or handed down through another fancy paper called "The Last Will"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Benefits:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you can get &lt;strong&gt;anything&lt;/strong&gt; you want in the world&lt;br /&gt;- you can get yourself the &lt;strong&gt;best &lt;/strong&gt;education in the &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt; schools&lt;br /&gt;- you get to &lt;strong&gt;travel the world&lt;/strong&gt; in a cruiser line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can gain yourself &lt;strong&gt;much respect&lt;/strong&gt; from other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;However,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- rich people eventually have memory loss and they tend to forget people from their own "barrios" and speak in English saying "Where is that place? I bet it's dirty out there. " TSKTSKTSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;filthy rich people seem to have very good math skills since they know how much a person's worth is. The next thing you know is that a person has already a tag sign that says "SOLD" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Please be reminded that all these written in this post is a personal view. Thank you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9158295011614008996-5978874093655143647?l=greengrins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/feeds/5978874093655143647/comments/default' title='댓글'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9158295011614008996&amp;postID=5978874093655143647' title='0개의 덧글'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/5978874093655143647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/5978874093655143647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/2008/01/lot-of-things-seem-to-matter-but-two-of.html' title=''/><author><name>mahayana_cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399170018393492987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9158295011614008996.post-7318678364948022344</id><published>2008-01-15T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T06:06:05.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tongues of sarcasm</title><content type='html'>I will try to hold it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i'll HOLD it til tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9158295011614008996-7318678364948022344?l=greengrins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/feeds/7318678364948022344/comments/default' title='댓글'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9158295011614008996&amp;postID=7318678364948022344' title='0개의 덧글'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/7318678364948022344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/7318678364948022344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/2008/01/tongues-of-sarcasm.html' title='tongues of sarcasm'/><author><name>mahayana_cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399170018393492987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9158295011614008996.post-7305860739533931092</id><published>2008-01-09T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T23:31:40.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TSKTSKTSK plus a hundred more times TSKs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QgFXn-k8IPM/R4XIEWciJCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/5Gq7L1lL5Uc/s1600-h/pretend.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153745325665690658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QgFXn-k8IPM/R4XIEWciJCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/5Gq7L1lL5Uc/s400/pretend.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;When you listen to the song &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Later" by Fra Lippo Lippi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, your memory flashes back to the people whom you loved so MUCH who just pretended they felt the same. More often in relationships, it is inevitable to pretend- to pretend to be happy, to enjoy what you're doing as a couple, pretend that you are head over heels for the other person when you feel nothing but the exact opposite. Pretending is an inevitable fact. Be for it or against it. But still, its there. &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/9158295011614008996-7305860739533931092?l=greengrins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/feeds/7305860739533931092/comments/default' title='댓글'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9158295011614008996&amp;postID=7305860739533931092' title='0개의 덧글'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/7305860739533931092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/7305860739533931092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/2008/01/tsktsktsk-plus-hundred-more-times-tsks.html' title='TSKTSKTSK plus a hundred more times TSKs'/><author><name>mahayana_cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399170018393492987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QgFXn-k8IPM/R4XIEWciJCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/5Gq7L1lL5Uc/s72-c/pretend.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9158295011614008996.post-1420204671765424616</id><published>2007-09-25T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T02:38:52.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>traveling with high spirits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QgFXn-k8IPM/RvjXAH5NZrI/AAAAAAAAADY/DN24akpOuNQ/s1600-h/November-Traveling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114073773998171826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QgFXn-k8IPM/RvjXAH5NZrI/AAAAAAAAADY/DN24akpOuNQ/s320/November-Traveling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Traveling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is an inevitable want. It definitely sounds so inviting and when people start to talk about it, you would never want to miss that very chance to go and be there yourself. For others, it is a gift to the oneself, for some, an outlet of relaxation. For me, traveling heals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;It sounds so sentimental but it really does. It helps me put my mind together and lets me focus harder on whatever it is that I have ahead of me. It solicits a lot of emotions that I can't get anywhere by just sitting down. A privilege to reconnect with yourself and at the same time the perfect moment to be with your friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I suggest that whenever you plan on going somewhere, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;GO, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;then plan. ^^,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9158295011614008996-1420204671765424616?l=greengrins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/feeds/1420204671765424616/comments/default' title='댓글'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9158295011614008996&amp;postID=1420204671765424616' title='0개의 덧글'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/1420204671765424616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/1420204671765424616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/2007/09/traveling-with-high-spirits.html' title='traveling with high spirits'/><author><name>mahayana_cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399170018393492987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QgFXn-k8IPM/RvjXAH5NZrI/AAAAAAAAADY/DN24akpOuNQ/s72-c/November-Traveling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9158295011614008996.post-4361848402981180515</id><published>2007-09-20T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T02:36:59.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the feeling sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i love you ui!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9158295011614008996-4361848402981180515?l=greengrins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/feeds/4361848402981180515/comments/default' title='댓글'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9158295011614008996&amp;postID=4361848402981180515' title='0개의 덧글'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/4361848402981180515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/4361848402981180515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/2007/09/feeling-sucks.html' title='the feeling sucks'/><author><name>mahayana_cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399170018393492987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9158295011614008996.post-6745435911818377969</id><published>2007-09-17T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T19:28:43.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a day's realization</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I find it hard to listen to the echoes of my heart, or maybe i pretend not to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;loving someone is a painful ordeal.. its a sacrifice, its something we can't always be happy about.loving someone is a risk I am willing to take over and over again. no matter how painful and how worst it gets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;i embrace love regardless of anything, exhale deeply and tell myself, once this is over, i can be myself again. i envy those who look so happy together, it seems that i want to defy the heavens and ask for an explanation why I am in pain and they're not. more often, i fall in love with the wrong people, or maybe i'm just a coward. simple. i always want to love at a safer mode yet i think of the worst that could possibly happen without even starting anything at all. sometimes in this world, i wish the feeling would just be blown away far..far enough that i would't be able to do anything to get hold of it again.&lt;br /&gt;it sucks when you feel something so deep for a person and then later find out its the worst case you could ever imagine... all because of the lousy line..."i like you"&lt;br /&gt;i cry, wipe my tears, and still find myself falling in love all over again. it gets more ironic that sometimes i don't know what to do anymore. love songs are products of the imagination. some of them has a percentage of truth, maybe a line or two...the rest are history. they break hearts, they mend for some, they add up to the burden, if you ask me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, love, love... if god created this for us, why should it hurt this much? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9158295011614008996-6745435911818377969?l=greengrins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/feeds/6745435911818377969/comments/default' title='댓글'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9158295011614008996&amp;postID=6745435911818377969' title='0개의 덧글'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/6745435911818377969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/6745435911818377969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/2007/09/days-realization.html' title='a day&apos;s realization'/><author><name>mahayana_cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399170018393492987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9158295011614008996.post-1298099955800452016</id><published>2007-09-04T22:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T19:44:45.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I original?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QgFXn-k8IPM/Rt48pudJtXI/AAAAAAAAADI/rtagQac0orU/s1600-h/fakers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106585715027326322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="225" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QgFXn-k8IPM/Rt48pudJtXI/AAAAAAAAADI/rtagQac0orU/s320/fakers.jpg" width="183" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;charlatan, &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;fake&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;faker&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;fraud,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;hoaxer,&lt;/span&gt; humbug, &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mountebank&lt;/span&gt;, phony (also phoney), pretender, &lt;em&gt;quack&lt;/em&gt; ............. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;OH how I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff66;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;pretentious people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I know a lot of them.. and most of them are not my friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm not trying to be sarcastic but I have to admit I don't like the company of people faking their way through everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Why should you pretend to be what you are not?.. Doesn't it feel a LOT better to be just the way you are? I mean, if you pretend to be THIS to people then you have to be that SOMEBODY for like... forever? Isn't that just tiring? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Come on... people will always have a way to understand you or whatever that is you lack, or have excessively. Don't be unfair with yourself just to meet the standards of the filty rich ones.You don't have to pretentiously live lavishly when you go home with an empty stomach.&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/9158295011614008996-1298099955800452016?l=greengrins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/feeds/1298099955800452016/comments/default' title='댓글'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9158295011614008996&amp;postID=1298099955800452016' title='0개의 덧글'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/1298099955800452016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/1298099955800452016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/2007/09/am-i-original.html' title='Am I original?'/><author><name>mahayana_cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399170018393492987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QgFXn-k8IPM/Rt48pudJtXI/AAAAAAAAADI/rtagQac0orU/s72-c/fakers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9158295011614008996.post-3480130109335163436</id><published>2007-09-04T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T20:41:14.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>risk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We all know everything is undecided until it really happens. You wouldn't know how things will turn out the next day, a week after or maybe after a month. Would you bet your life on pure luck without giving in any efforts at all? Wouldn't that sound too lazy? or too boring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Risk,&lt;/span&gt; the biggest and most controversial adventure in life. It is an act people are mostly scared of doing, hesitant and always gives it a second thought before acting. Sensible people don't look at risk as a possibility but rather a waste of time. Others, like me look at risk as a mystery in itself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I look at risk as an activity that is just within the realms of "the possible"... It always has the 50/50 state of possibility. Spice up your life and take risks so you wouldn't spend the rest of your life wondering "what could have been"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9158295011614008996-3480130109335163436?l=greengrins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/feeds/3480130109335163436/comments/default' title='댓글'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9158295011614008996&amp;postID=3480130109335163436' title='0개의 덧글'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/3480130109335163436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/3480130109335163436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/2007/09/risk.html' title='risk'/><author><name>mahayana_cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399170018393492987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9158295011614008996.post-8033505536026903825</id><published>2007-09-03T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T01:12:58.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAD</title><content type='html'>"Sometimes I want to be out of this world and be myself for a while." A lot of people are trying their best to have a job in the call center industry or take up nursing because their parents (OH! I meant they) want something better.- a better life, a better environment, a better currency. The latter is most obvious and true to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand how it is possible to send out an approximate of 77,000 nurses to less than 10 countries needing them? Everybody, everywhere, there's a nurse...there's a call center agent. To me, the words: Nursing, call center agent and Fad sounds synonymous already. I bet there is a big proportion of these people who would have wanted to be something else rather than what they are now. But because of unlimited aspirations, they choose to join the FAD in exchange for what makes them trully happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fad is a practice or interest that is very popular for a short time &lt;once&gt;(m-w.com) which proves me right to agents and nurses. By the time USA doesn't need nurses and Americans wouldn't wanna trust outsourcing anymore, what's next for them? Come to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be yourself and don't try so hard to be in the FAD, if you really can't do it. No one really pushes you to the limit except yourself. There's always an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stop changing and becoming into a FAD freak and be someone you really want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I am not trying to say its wrong or I'm against it; This is my opinion and this is how I see things.   T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9158295011614008996-8033505536026903825?l=greengrins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/feeds/8033505536026903825/comments/default' title='댓글'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9158295011614008996&amp;postID=8033505536026903825' title='0개의 덧글'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/8033505536026903825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/8033505536026903825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/2007/09/fad.html' title='FAD'/><author><name>mahayana_cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399170018393492987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9158295011614008996.post-6486791228915293480</id><published>2007-09-03T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T01:01:43.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QgFXn-k8IPM/RtzxhudJtSI/AAAAAAAAACg/I9IAv93KmYs/s1600-h/love.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106221639239578914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QgFXn-k8IPM/RtzxhudJtSI/AAAAAAAAACg/I9IAv93KmYs/s320/love.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"When you love, things make even more sense."&lt;/span&gt; -the alchemist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Loving someone secretly can be weird yet no matter how weird the feeling becomes, the more interesting it gets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I have been loving someone for almost five years now but it never came to my mind to stop loving her. So many years have passed ever since the last time I saw her and the feeling never faded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It never changed degrees. It remained beautiful... just like a daydream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;To me, it doesn't matter if I see her again or not.. because no matter what happens, her face will be engraved in my heart, mind and soul and no one can take that away from me. Not even her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Love is still love even if I choose to keep it in secret. Love will always stay as what is has always been... silent; yet so profound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9158295011614008996-6486791228915293480?l=greengrins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/feeds/6486791228915293480/comments/default' title='댓글'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9158295011614008996&amp;postID=6486791228915293480' title='2개의 덧글'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/6486791228915293480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/6486791228915293480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/2007/09/shin.html' title='YKS'/><author><name>mahayana_cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399170018393492987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QgFXn-k8IPM/RtzxhudJtSI/AAAAAAAAACg/I9IAv93KmYs/s72-c/love.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9158295011614008996.post-5344397791693168260</id><published>2007-09-03T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T01:10:17.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart-breaking truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QgFXn-k8IPM/RtvBAOdJtRI/AAAAAAAAACY/wO4CuaY6QbE/s1600-h/fgdfg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105886812179117330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QgFXn-k8IPM/RtvBAOdJtRI/AAAAAAAAACY/wO4CuaY6QbE/s320/fgdfg.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shake off the dust and move on.&lt;br /&gt;It sounds so simple but its very difficult to do. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is a choice one has to make to move on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is an acceptance of either defeat or victory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is a sign that you want to prove other people that you can be better, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;better off without that other person you consider your "life".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What had happened in the past will be engraved in the hearts of people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everything will pass by but never memories with people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No matter how hard we try, it still remains impossible to do.&lt;br /&gt;We all know life is like a game of cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No one played knowing they will eventually win in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Life is always a surprise and no matter how hard we tend to control our lives,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it just always slips away and makes things happen on its own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe that's where the forces of nature comes in..&lt;br /&gt;It's bitter when we carefully plan out the future with the people we love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and without you knowing it, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you'll find yourself realizing your dreams and plans...ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could be more painful than being alone-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Being rejected and having your heart broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Think of it for a while and don't dwell on them so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Listening to music that reminds you of the people you once loved, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;watching happy pictures of you together are just giving you false hopes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and you just don't realize that it is only poisoning you, that's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For you know and everybody knows that nothing is more dangerous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;than understanding your own emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Look at your past as something that no longer fits your life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You need to move out of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There is no such thing as going back to the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You cannot make people forget what you did &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and neither can you wish for time to turn back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Move on, close the past chapter of your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;because the new one has to start.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Open new doors, open your heart again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There are some things worth remembering,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;people worth making memories with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and moments worth reminiscing... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/9158295011614008996-5344397791693168260?l=greengrins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/feeds/5344397791693168260/comments/default' title='댓글'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9158295011614008996&amp;postID=5344397791693168260' title='0개의 덧글'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/5344397791693168260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/5344397791693168260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/2007/09/heart-breaking-truth.html' title='Heart-breaking truth'/><author><name>mahayana_cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399170018393492987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QgFXn-k8IPM/RtvBAOdJtRI/AAAAAAAAACY/wO4CuaY6QbE/s72-c/fgdfg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9158295011614008996.post-8640307862167235382</id><published>2007-09-02T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T23:28:09.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Korean Dramas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Full House, Princess Hours, Jumong, Love Story in Harvard, My Sassy Girl, Endless Love 1-3, Stairway to Heaven, A Rosy Life... are a few of my favorite Korean dramas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;"I love them, I admit." I have been a huge fan of Korean dramas ever since I formally went out with one. Yeah, their stories seem to be all the same. A love story with a third party (more often a more beautiful girl), a character dying in the end, someone loses a loved one, or they end up happily together. Whichever way, it is very typical. Anyone would know what would happen next and yet I still find myself watching every episode of my favorite dramas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;One reason why I keep on watching these dramas because it makes me understand their language more. I like they way they say things and how their tone simply express the message they want to convey. I have to say, learning the Korean language (Han-gul) is not easy at all. It's difficult plus the complicated pronunciation which is not any close to english.But I tell you, it's fun and challenging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I have watched "Full House" a lot of times yet I still cry in the most "touching" episodes. My mother often tells me "watching those again and again will make you memorize those..".. and I thought "I'm glad if I will." My sister is annoyed at me thinking I just watch without understanding the drama. Of course, if I don't understand, I wouldn't want to waste my time on that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Korean dramas have been widely accepted and "loved" especially in Asian countries... and plus,a growing population from other parts of the world are eager to learn translation for Korean words they commonly hear in dramas/ songs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Huge thanks to subtitles~! For without them, the world would be in chaos. LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9158295011614008996-8640307862167235382?l=greengrins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/feeds/8640307862167235382/comments/default' title='댓글'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9158295011614008996&amp;postID=8640307862167235382' title='0개의 덧글'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/8640307862167235382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/8640307862167235382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/2007/09/korean-dramas.html' title='Korean Dramas'/><author><name>mahayana_cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399170018393492987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9158295011614008996.post-6758062617852118907</id><published>2007-08-31T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T02:09:22.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QgFXn-k8IPM/RtfZaudJtNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/v8adBPrgtYI/s1600-h/success_and_happiness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104787755817874642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QgFXn-k8IPM/RtfZaudJtNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/v8adBPrgtYI/s320/success_and_happiness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;" The search for happiness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;is purely personal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;and not a model we can give to others."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- the pilgrimage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"The Road to Happiness", "The Happiness Project", "Self-Help on achieving True Happiness", "Can you buy Happiness?" "Pursuit of Happiness"-- a few of the millions of books on how to achieve Happiness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Does anyone really know how to make people happy?... Who has the power to do so? Does being happy with dreams fulfilled give you a right to author books on Happiness or Success? What exactly is the point of these type of books? Is it to make the people envy on their stories and challenge the readers to work on their own lives? Or is it just a better and more polite way of saying to other people "Hey, my life's so good. How's yours?" or "Hey I am on the top of the corporate ladder, will you ever reach my stage?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I may never give myself answers and neither would I search for them. To see my family happy, find the person who I can share my life with, travel with her to every carribean destination and become a world-class chef and eventually be cooking every meal for the person I love the most completes my numerous meaning of the word happiness and the list goes on... but those I've mentioned are on top of my list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For other people, it is becoming "Somebody", marriage, having a baby, celebrating holidays together, going on escapades, experiencing your first kiss... and just like my list, it never stops there. People are never contented with what they have and always seek for more.. More thrill, more challenges, more adenture, more of life. I guess it's a good sign; a sign of a thrive for improvement and success...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Every individual has his or her own way of defining it. People would know if they are happy and when they are, they express it and share it for the hopes of "enlightening" the gloomy ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The guidance of other people towards the road to happiness is reasonable, if you ask me.. BUT happiness will never be defined by books and no one could have the power to define it FOR other people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9158295011614008996-6758062617852118907?l=greengrins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/feeds/6758062617852118907/comments/default' title='댓글'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9158295011614008996&amp;postID=6758062617852118907' title='1개의 덧글'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/6758062617852118907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/6758062617852118907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/2007/08/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>mahayana_cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399170018393492987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QgFXn-k8IPM/RtfZaudJtNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/v8adBPrgtYI/s72-c/success_and_happiness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9158295011614008996.post-108933189934862191</id><published>2007-08-30T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T02:16:04.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PDAs vs CULTURE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QgFXn-k8IPM/Rteps-dJtKI/AAAAAAAAABg/9NbhOMmPO6Q/s1600-h/holding_hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104735292792353954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QgFXn-k8IPM/Rteps-dJtKI/AAAAAAAAABg/9NbhOMmPO6Q/s320/holding_hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Due to tradition in Korean culture, it is not customary for individuals of any sexual orientation to engage in public displays of affection."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Korea's public statement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now that's why they're doing it here in the Philippines!...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why do you deprive people of pulic display of affection (PDA) when I think its a natural activity? Don't you think it's a bit too unfair compared to those allowed? Its something everyone needs to do for self expression and expression to your loved one... Why not do it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Before you think I am an overly-liberated type of person; Let me distinguish what I consider myths of PDAs, then you be the judge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;MYTH 1: PDAs are FOUL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hey... I do approve of PDAs but not to the extremest level, okay?... There is a limit that we have to consider &lt;em&gt;especially&lt;/em&gt; if the crowd includes children but whether or not there are people around, you have the right to express affections in anyways! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;MYTH 2: PDAs are to be done somewhere private&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;True... but PDAs doesn't always mean something dirty. It is just an expression of feelings. You can always hold and kiss her hand, smell her hair and hug your love one before going to work- simple yet it is a form of PDA which I consider acceptable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;MYTH 3: PDAs are CHEAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Depending on the person who defines PDA, it can mean a lot if things. OH YES! Let us break down PDA: Public means&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;exposed to general view, Display means to put or spread before the view and affection means a moderate feeling or emotion... Put it all together and if you ask me, it has a decent meaning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;There... I have made my point clear enough and if you ask me, there is a thin line separating PDA from being obscene and disgusting to the senses. (m-w.com) How one defines PDAs always depend on how tainted their mind is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So to our fast-growing population of Korean visitors,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;to the illegal-staying koreans,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;to the ones who are studying English courses &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;drinking sessions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;PDAs are okay...just don't OVERdo things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After all, this is Philippines and not Korea. ^^,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9158295011614008996-108933189934862191?l=greengrins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/feeds/108933189934862191/comments/default' title='댓글'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9158295011614008996&amp;postID=108933189934862191' title='0개의 덧글'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/108933189934862191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/108933189934862191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/2007/08/due-to-tradition-in-korean-culture-it.html' title='PDAs vs CULTURE'/><author><name>mahayana_cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399170018393492987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QgFXn-k8IPM/Rteps-dJtKI/AAAAAAAAABg/9NbhOMmPO6Q/s72-c/holding_hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9158295011614008996.post-770464043944544627</id><published>2007-08-30T01:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T02:10:53.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a very ordinary life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QgFXn-k8IPM/RtaP--dJtJI/AAAAAAAAABY/yQI5zLwtQyo/s1600-h/pm.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104425539750966418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QgFXn-k8IPM/RtaP--dJtJI/AAAAAAAAABY/yQI5zLwtQyo/s320/pm.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From where I am seated, I can see the sun set..and I say to myself, the day is ending. I always ask myself at this part of the day: "What have I done today?" and I always end up smiling as a response to my own question and I wouldn't know for the world what the smile meant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Living in a world like mine is quite average. Although I wasn't given the chance to choose the things I want to become, but still I was provided with everything I wanted. It sounds really difficult but it's not... really. I just happen to have a lot of things in mind and dreams that I want to fulfill. Just that, I feel a little disappointed of myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever felt at some point in your life you feel you have not done anything meaningful? Yeah, I mean everybody does a lot of things in a day but its not the same when you accomplish something that means a lot to you. The significance is of 90 to 10 percent comparison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am the youngest in the family and everyone treats me like a baby. Sometimes it bothers me but most of the time, it doesn't. I love the feeling of depending. I know it sounds like I'm a useless person but hey, I didn't choose to be one. Honestly, I am trying to outgrow that stage because in reality I am truning 21 and the stage of becoming a baby has got to end, and got to end FAST. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life has closing cycles and I know when one stage is about to end; Sometimes I just deny it to myself that it has to. I know it sounds so bitter of me to act like a kid while a lot of people suffer because of my attitude towards growing up.I admit I feel bad but sometimes I just feel so scared. I just don't know why... But I have realized that because of how I'm living my life now- eventually, it will make people feel bad seeing myself at a standstill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"It is always important to know when something has reached its end. Closing circles, shutting doors, finishing chapters, it doesn't matter what we call it;What matters is to leave in the past those moments in life that are over."(The Zahir)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The chapter of my life that is about to and MUST begin starts with the acceptance of the reality of growing up. Whatever choices I have made in the past, Whether I broke other people's hearts or got my heart broken it wouldn't matter now. This is a new chapter, a new page waiting to be filled in. I can't live my life like a kid forever. I have to move on and challenge myself for bigger and harder tasks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I have to grow up."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - it sounds so obvious. Difficult, YES... but it is important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9158295011614008996-770464043944544627?l=greengrins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/feeds/770464043944544627/comments/default' title='댓글'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9158295011614008996&amp;postID=770464043944544627' title='0개의 덧글'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/770464043944544627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/770464043944544627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/2007/08/very-ordinary-life.html' title='a very ordinary life'/><author><name>mahayana_cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399170018393492987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QgFXn-k8IPM/RtaP--dJtJI/AAAAAAAAABY/yQI5zLwtQyo/s72-c/pm.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9158295011614008996.post-5273582104807817400</id><published>2007-08-29T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T18:17:24.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired from Paulo Coelho's 5th Mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"There are three things that a child can teach an adult:To be happy for no reason; to be always busy doing something;And to know how to demand - with all one's might - what one wants."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whenever I see a child, I always tend to look back to the memories of my own childhood. It lifts my spirit up and within that moment, I feel happy. It seems that anything a kid does is cute, even if they shout at the top of their lungs to get a candy or endlessly pull their dad's shirt because they want a toy. Try to picture out adults doing the same... What do you think? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I often hear that when people have problems they calm down upon seeing a child. A quarreling couple stops, separated couples are brought back together because of their children, even the bible implies the importance of kids and their value in God's kingdom. Trully, children works wonders without them knowing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you noticed the happiness in a children's party in comparison to parties of older people? With children, having fun could be as easy as eating ice cream, playing games until the distribution of loot bags and it does not stop there... it goes on until we don't know when. While on the other hand, adult parties have fun when a bottle opens, with music playing and some people starting to sway their way around the party venue and after everyone else has dozed off, the happiness just stops. and there goes your limited happiness for adults. Down the drain after drinking countless glasses of wine or beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can see the difference for myself and it doesn't really matter what other people think of me. Yes, I ACT LIKE A KID and I find delight in children's activites. There's nothing to be ashamed about and besides everyone knows that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We have to keep a little part of the child within us,I kept a bigger part of it with me and I'm happy...life is good... Enjoy while you have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9158295011614008996-5273582104807817400?l=greengrins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/feeds/5273582104807817400/comments/default' title='댓글'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9158295011614008996&amp;postID=5273582104807817400' title='0개의 덧글'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/5273582104807817400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/5273582104807817400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/2007/08/inspired-from-paulo-coelhos-5th.html' title='Inspired from Paulo Coelho&apos;s 5th Mountain'/><author><name>mahayana_cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399170018393492987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9158295011614008996.post-5142591449560001054</id><published>2007-08-29T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T20:20:08.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What matters more to you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QgFXn-k8IPM/RtUyLOdJtHI/AAAAAAAAABI/KUeVEQUpCgU/s1600-h/rew.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104040921134642290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QgFXn-k8IPM/RtUyLOdJtHI/AAAAAAAAABI/KUeVEQUpCgU/s320/rew.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;If you're girlfriend is a Buddhist and you're a christian, would that change your wedding plans? will you tell her &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm sorry, we can't be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;The question really is not about what to do, the real question is- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Does religion matter to you?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I love to read blogs online and I've read a lot of issues regarding religion and I think some people really make a big fuss about it. Some people care, some don't. There are even showbiz news about &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;women who do not engage in anything physical because of religion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;; some overdo things because they believe religion has got nothing to do with relationships. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Depending on what religion you have, if you love someone-&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you must be open-minded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; about the restrictions and the principles they have to follow. It's not about the religion, it's about &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;how genuine your feelings are for each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Yeah, there are really strict rules in some religions but would you just forget about everything and religiously follow? Hey, there is plan B which is to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;compromise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, right?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;I do believe that a couple can still be married even if they have different religions. although its difficult to settle when you want a church wedding..But I'm not saying it's impossible... but you can always have a civil wedding.- it's more legal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;What I'm trying to say is that: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love is Love with or without concerning religion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Love is in a way a religion itself because it is also &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a devotion and a commitment to the other person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;--- just like you to your religion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;What I'm saying is we have our own beliefs and we live according to these principles; As for me, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I believe that Love does concern religion but it does not break it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9158295011614008996-5142591449560001054?l=greengrins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/feeds/5142591449560001054/comments/default' title='댓글'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9158295011614008996&amp;postID=5142591449560001054' title='0개의 덧글'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/5142591449560001054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/5142591449560001054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/2007/08/if-youre-girlfriend-is-buddhist-and.html' title='What matters more to you?'/><author><name>mahayana_cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399170018393492987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QgFXn-k8IPM/RtUyLOdJtHI/AAAAAAAAABI/KUeVEQUpCgU/s72-c/rew.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9158295011614008996.post-8708783477681017084</id><published>2007-08-28T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T23:32:04.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncertainty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QgFXn-k8IPM/RtUMVOdJtGI/AAAAAAAAABA/2yxsEqhuqqs/s1600-h/The-Things-You-Love-Big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103999311491478626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QgFXn-k8IPM/RtUMVOdJtGI/AAAAAAAAABA/2yxsEqhuqqs/s320/The-Things-You-Love-Big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;the destroyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I believe that what you love the most can destroy you and can cause you the biggest damage. People love, I do and everybody does... but do we ever realize that when we love, we tend to share everything and not leave a part of ourselves to US?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I always hear people say &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"I am a part of you and you with me..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and I say it's totally scary. Why?...because you never know when the love expires. LITERALLY. I don't really believe in the existence of Fairy Tale endings and neither do I believe in happy endings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Let the magical stories stay where they are. - in books. &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/9158295011614008996-8708783477681017084?l=greengrins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/feeds/8708783477681017084/comments/default' title='댓글'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9158295011614008996&amp;postID=8708783477681017084' title='0개의 덧글'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/8708783477681017084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/8708783477681017084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/2007/08/uncertainty.html' title='Uncertainty'/><author><name>mahayana_cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399170018393492987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QgFXn-k8IPM/RtUMVOdJtGI/AAAAAAAAABA/2yxsEqhuqqs/s72-c/The-Things-You-Love-Big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9158295011614008996.post-5830650156306795215</id><published>2007-08-28T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T22:19:20.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haengbok</title><content type='html'>“Without You”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ”There is no one I need”…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how I feel this way when I know beforehand that it’s impossible. At this point, I just feel like I have never been in love mywhole life. ;)  I miss her even if I haven’t seen her for ages. I stare at pictures of her, I view her account and I can tell how often she changes primary pictures at Friendster. (LOL) I feel happy when I see her face so I decided to make her pictures my desktop. Don’t get me wrong but I’m not stalking or any of that kind. I just like her without any reason in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care how people see it, I see it as a new meaning to ther word “INSPIRATION”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes me feel happy even without doing anything. NEAT huh? ;) &lt;br /&gt;and without even her knowing it, she makes my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt that you are loving the impossible?… That’s exactly how I feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9158295011614008996-5830650156306795215?l=greengrins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/feeds/5830650156306795215/comments/default' title='댓글'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9158295011614008996&amp;postID=5830650156306795215' title='0개의 덧글'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/5830650156306795215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/5830650156306795215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/2007/08/haengbok.html' title='Haengbok'/><author><name>mahayana_cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399170018393492987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9158295011614008996.post-3074783479746183818</id><published>2007-08-28T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T23:02:14.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best things in life are FREE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103986611273184338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QgFXn-k8IPM/RtUAx-dJtFI/AAAAAAAAAA4/kVcbXPfB_Qw/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QgFXn-k8IPM/RtUAXOdJtEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/O6fzDVcuiE8/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103986151711683650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QgFXn-k8IPM/RtUAXOdJtEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/O6fzDVcuiE8/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QgFXn-k8IPM/RtT_8OdJtDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/zGMOT7mEt6M/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103985687855215666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QgFXn-k8IPM/RtT_8OdJtDI/AAAAAAAAAAo/zGMOT7mEt6M/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9158295011614008996-3074783479746183818?l=greengrins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/feeds/3074783479746183818/comments/default' title='댓글'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9158295011614008996&amp;postID=3074783479746183818' title='0개의 덧글'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/3074783479746183818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/3074783479746183818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/2007/08/serenity-thanks-to-artist.html' title='Best things in life are FREE...'/><author><name>mahayana_cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399170018393492987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QgFXn-k8IPM/RtUAx-dJtFI/AAAAAAAAAA4/kVcbXPfB_Qw/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9158295011614008996.post-7156312819434176701</id><published>2007-08-28T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T22:44:43.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is no good alone...'til you are.</title><content type='html'>“i think i love you”&lt;br /&gt; is a more often quoted quote than ”i love you”&lt;br /&gt;…in my case.&lt;br /&gt;it puts me on the side of lesser pain.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am too scared;&lt;br /&gt;too scared to get hurtor worst, to experience failure.&lt;br /&gt;Failure is a part of life, YES;&lt;br /&gt;but who isn’t scared of what’s next to failing?&lt;br /&gt;Some even go crazy and I don’t wanna be in that mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love has its stages, I’d only be until the first&lt;br /&gt;okay, okay.. the second.&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit I don’t fall in love easilybut when i am, i’m serious.&lt;br /&gt;and I hate so much the feeling of not being loved in return.&lt;br /&gt;Its painful and saddening.its relative to the feeling of rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about love is as common&lt;br /&gt;as people walking around on earth&lt;br /&gt;but what i love writing about love is its story.&lt;br /&gt;it really depends on the characters,the situation, the “moment”.&lt;br /&gt;Straightforwardly, i didn’t have good experiences&lt;br /&gt;but still, i find delight in love-writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends tell me stories of their own&lt;br /&gt;and i LOVE to listen to them&lt;br /&gt;I am so fascinated of how “it” works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although, sacrifice is a synonym of love; if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;if you don’t know what sacrifice means,&lt;br /&gt;then you ain’t ready for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what the hell...&lt;br /&gt;fall in love..here’s why: the feeling is so surreal,&lt;br /&gt;it feels like its never gonna end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not until, it has to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9158295011614008996-7156312819434176701?l=greengrins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/feeds/7156312819434176701/comments/default' title='댓글'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9158295011614008996&amp;postID=7156312819434176701' title='0개의 덧글'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/7156312819434176701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/7156312819434176701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/2007/08/life-is-no-good-alonetil-you-are.html' title='Life is no good alone...&apos;til you are.'/><author><name>mahayana_cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399170018393492987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9158295011614008996.post-4795540516136284961</id><published>2007-08-28T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T20:57:43.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JOB OPENING FOR A WRITER</title><content type='html'>“Writer” - - I don’t really get it why there’s something special about being one when we can’t deny that everyone can write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I admit there are some who just writes their thoughts down without any topic in mind, and some may write about odd topics. But they still write, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you need to be something else to become one or maybe you should have an extraordinary talent with words and coming up with stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to write but does it makes sense that I don’t want to be a writer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me clarify my point:  I love to write whenever I feel like to. I don’t like to write when I’m asked to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s the BIG difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9158295011614008996-4795540516136284961?l=greengrins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/feeds/4795540516136284961/comments/default' title='댓글'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9158295011614008996&amp;postID=4795540516136284961' title='0개의 덧글'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/4795540516136284961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/4795540516136284961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/2007/08/job-opening-for-writer.html' title='JOB OPENING FOR A WRITER'/><author><name>mahayana_cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399170018393492987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9158295011614008996.post-5634856550658200522</id><published>2007-08-28T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T22:00:51.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The bitter truth about love</title><content type='html'>I think I really don't need to hear this. It sucks when you like you a person so much and they find delight in telling you about other people they like. "Stubbornly Honest" people? or they just like to intentionally hurt people's felings? When I think about it, there are a lot of ways to break a heart gently. Why must they choose the painful option?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some who believe its a better way to be direct with people so they wouldn't hope or expect anything in return. Some believe that its okay to "play with other people's feelings", Some, just like me, prefer to say it bit by bit until the other person understands the whole issue. I admit its "killing the person softly" but i think it's better than to give it in one BANG!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to get a feeling that emotions are playing with people and not the other way around. Yeah, I mean unconsciously, people even go nuts over different and mixed emotions and we are left with no choice but feel them. Its funny how something abstract can make and destroy people.God works in different ways we can't seem to understand and he leaves us to discover the meaning for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah... the more you get hurt- the more lessons you learn. But I don't really get it why we have to be hurt to learn things, when it can be taught.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9158295011614008996-5634856550658200522?l=greengrins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/feeds/5634856550658200522/comments/default' title='댓글'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9158295011614008996&amp;postID=5634856550658200522' title='0개의 덧글'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/5634856550658200522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9158295011614008996/posts/default/5634856550658200522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greengrins.blogspot.com/2007/08/bitter-truth-about-love.html' title='The bitter truth about love'/><author><name>mahayana_cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14399170018393492987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
