<?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-2187408</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:21:36.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fulawar field</title><subtitle type='html'>Pyscho?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulawar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2187408/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulawar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fulawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325233757236190150</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2187408.post-3137889</id><published>2001-04-09T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-09T22:53:34.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*yawn*  Oh gosh...what did I just do?  It's not even 3 and I'm already tired?  It's probably from trying to understanbd stupid math.  I tried to do my math homework for the last 3 hours.  And what did I get?  Nothing but a big headach.  All I got done were 6 problems.  6!!!!  I feel so stupid.  And the guy who was helping me was no help either.  I like the guy who helped me yesterday better.  Atleast he explained.  He didn't expect me to know everything.  Damn...maybe I'll ask him tomorrow to help...either that or another friend.  Either way...I'm not going to be able to finish this by myself.  *grabs at hair*  I HATE MATH!!!!  ARGGGG  But it seems like from the way I'm doing in this class, I'm probably going to end up having to retake it.  SOMEBODY KILL ME!!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Breath in Breath out*  Okay...i think I'm better now....  Now I'm hungary...and I have nothing to eat.  Man today just isn't my day...I guess I'll just have to eat cereal or something...well then...since I'm done complaining about how much I hate math...I guess I'm done...till next time...bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2187408-3137889?l=fulawar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2187408/posts/default/3137889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2187408/posts/default/3137889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulawar.blogspot.com/2001_04_08_archive.html#3137889' title=''/><author><name>fulawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325233757236190150</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2187408.post-3100412</id><published>2001-04-06T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-06T22:31:44.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man...what a day it is.  All day I was punched, poked and pinched by this one guy.  What?  Do I have a freaken sign on my head that says hurt me?  If he wasn't an ahjuhshi(hehe...I say this to make him mad)  I would hurt him right back.  ARG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways, today me and my friend went to our new p.e. building to play racetball (is that spelled right?).  It was way fun...welll...actually...it was more like tiring.  I was sweating and about to drop after about 15 minutes.  Okay so I'm a wimp, do you have a problem with that?  Well it was our first time playing, so we sucked.  We still suck, but nmot as bad.  hehe...well sometime while we were playing, the ball comes flying at me and whacks me in the arm.  That would of been so bad if it haven't been the area I had a burse on.  (This one guy bite my arm yesterday, and today I noticed it turned into a bruse.  He's going to so get it when I see him.)  Well back to story...hehe...well anyways.  Me getting hit by the ball was nothing.  While playing, my friend was trying to hit the ball and turned all funny and...BAM...landed flat on her butt.  I was laughing at first untill I realized that she was hurt.  Man her ankle was all swollen and shit.  I felt so bad for her.  But when we went to the hospital, it turns out it was only a sprain.  Good thing, cause we had all these things flash in our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not so long ago, the guy that kept hitting me come to visit...and guess what he did.  Yup...he beated on me.  I don't like being so young.  Cause I can't do anything cause he's older...and all that other bs about our culture.  BLAH!  What kind of a guy makes a girl go walk him to his car cause it's dark and stary outside?  I know he ment it as a joke...but still.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm acting real bitchy today aren't I?  Well it must be the fact that it's another friday night, and here I am in front of my computer blogging.  How sad is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2187408-3100412?l=fulawar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2187408/posts/default/3100412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2187408/posts/default/3100412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulawar.blogspot.com/2001_04_01_archive.html#3100412' title=''/><author><name>fulawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325233757236190150</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2187408.post-3071652</id><published>2001-04-04T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-04-04T22:28:55.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I was bored out of my mind...wait...when aren't I bored out of my mind?  Well like the good student I am, I missed math again.  I know I'm going to have to retake the freaken class over again anyways.  I think I have to take english over again too.  Man...no wonder I have to take summer school.  I haven't gone to summer school since like 2nd grade.  This is embarressing.  There is going to be no one here...which means I'll be bored to death.  SOMEONE HELP ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since I was bored, once class was over, I decided to go over to our new phycical ed. building.  It's like so nice....I need to buy a bathing suit and fast.  I wanna go swimming bad.  hehe....well I went over there and saw a couple of my freinds.  They were going to play basketball...and boy did they suck.  But it was all good...cause I saw this one hottie I know with his shirt off...and damn..did he have a nice body.  hehe...okay so I'm a perv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well cause all the courts were filled, they decided to play at the church, it's like right across the street.  So they played there...and they still sucked as bad.  After one game, I thought one of the oppa's were going to die or something...damn...he was like all fainting.  But the dumbass, after making us worry, goes we should play again.  Man I wanna kick him.  Well by then, it was dinner time and I was humgary damn it.  So I said I wanted to eat some pizza.  BIG MISTAKE.  They all start talking about a bet and how us girls are going to play too.  Let me tell you now, that I have never and I mean NEVER played basketball before.  I got so pissed...everytime something goes wrong...guess who they blame.  Yup..ME.  I got so mad once that I threw the ball hard, and it hit someone;s face.  I felt so bad.  But in the end, we won...so...that's all that matters right?  hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well in the end...I got free pizza...so...the day was all good...hehe...j/k  Now...I have to study for a music test which I will probably fail...cause I went to class once for this chapter...I guess I'm getting what I deserve...*cringes*...like is mean...oh well...I'll bring you more insite one my boring life tomorrow...if I feel like it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2187408-3071652?l=fulawar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2187408/posts/default/3071652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2187408/posts/default/3071652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulawar.blogspot.com/2001_04_01_archive.html#3071652' title=''/><author><name>fulawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325233757236190150</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2187408.post-2837977</id><published>2001-03-18T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-03-18T21:45:05.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow...i haven't blogged since last month.  So I'm a lazy ass...what's new.  Well I just came back from my spring break.  It was fun...I guess.  Well actually...I did a lot this wekk then I have ever done when I went home.  Well saturday and sunday was boring cause I didn't get to do anything.  I just ending up sitting in front of the t.v. and falling asleep by 5.  yes...5pm.  I feel like one of the those old grandma's now.  I once slept at 6 and woke up at 9 the next day.  15 hours of sleep...no wonder my parents think I'm do nothing but sleep.  Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well lets see...on Monday, I got to go to Bryce Canyon.  It was all covered in snow...so pretty.  My brother's girlfirend I swear took a poic with every single sign she could find.  She has a weird obssesion with them I guess.  Half the film we had went to the pictures of signs.  And what kind of pyscho wants to take a picture with smokey the bear?  Apperantly her...and of course...she can't take it alone, she has to drag me in there too.  Oh well...it was still a beautiful place to check out...but...not worth 20 bucks to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I went to Zions...It was nice there...AND IT WAS WARM.  I haven't been able to go out in a tank and not be cold in a while.  This place was really nice too.  I liked the tunnle we had to go though...althought you chouldn't see shit...it was still nice...hehe.  The funnest part was at the river.  I saw baby fishes..they were so cute.  I wanted to catch some so like the idiot I was, I got on the slating rock and tried to catch some with a water bottle.  Good that all those people who passed didn't know who I was.  Eventually..with a little brain work, and tearing apart the water bottle, I caught me a fish.  I caught one...now it's time for another.  Well...by then, my shoe decided to slide down the rock, and fall into the water.  Cold socks...oh yeah..my dream come true.  Well it was okay then...it didn't get me that wet...so I tried again, and the rock decided I should feel the water again or something...and I slide back into the water.  Half my leg submerged into the icky water.  But then...since I'm already wet....time to jump in the water now...okay okay....so I didn't really do that.  But I caught me two fishes and my brother caught one...and I was going to take it to my house and give it to my dad...but sad to say, they all died by the time we got there.  *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the week, I had the fun of recording videos...I think my dad got sick of them.  And I almost got sick of them...but then jekki comes on...and I can't hate it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://my.netian.com/~kies51/daemansikdang6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See....how can anyone hate them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH...that reminds me...I saw fly to the sky.  Fany's So CUTE!!!!  I loved him in his over stuffed jacket...him sitting next to Brian as the two shared a blanket...*sigh*  They're just so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.npastel.co.kr/star/200103/img/fly_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they just oh so loveable....*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time I was home...it seem it was prom time there...man I felt so old then.  Oh well...I got to see my friends again..cause one of my firends had a bday party.  oh the memories....oh well...I'm getting lazy again...now that I have bored you to death...I guess I don't have to write anymore....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2187408-2837977?l=fulawar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2187408/posts/default/2837977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2187408/posts/default/2837977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulawar.blogspot.com/2001_03_18_archive.html#2837977' title=''/><author><name>fulawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325233757236190150</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2187408.post-2493556</id><published>2001-02-22T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-02-22T22:32:03.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mail.eyescom.net/~mega204/sung.mpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well....I wasn't going to blog today...but then...it is SungHoon's birthday so I just had to.  Well lets start off with a pic of the birthday boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.tripod.lycos.co.kr/prettyui/mlbsh.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he a cutie.  This will be his 22 birthday.  I can't believe he will already be 22.  I don't know...he just seems younger then that.  Or maybe I'm just having a hard time accepting that he's grown up.  (Am I allow to say that even if I'm younger then him?)  I don't know...he just seems like the kind of person you would never expect to grow old....not saying he's old...just...well...I don't know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.tripod.lycos.co.kr/prettyui/kanish.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at him.  I think his hair is growing on me...I'm getting use to it.  It's only cause he looks so beautiful with it.  Only him....  I'm so happy that he will be coming out soon with his own solo ablum.  I know....even if he's not with jekki...I'll still love him.  Can't wait to hear his beautiful voice fill my ears again....come back to us soon...our lovable hoonie....  Well Since I only wrote to wish Hoonie a Happy Birthday.  Here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KANG SUNGHOON&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I will end this little post with pictures of our wonderful boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ux03.joajoa.org/~rickeykang/zeroboard/data/photo/977401941/pastelsh6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't he look adorable....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.tripod.lycos.co.kr/kiesderella/ksh002.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch...something's poking my butt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.tripod.lycos.co.kr/kiesderella/ksh001.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute cute cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://angel06.x-y.net/cgi-bin/ez2000/system/db/rickey2/upload/5/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how that doofy looking smile looks...so cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feelsh.hihome.com/best/2mon/feb-14.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he darling....awww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was only going to put some pics...but then thought....that's not enough...so I decided to add something else....&lt;a href="http://angel06.x-y.net/cgi-bin/ez2000/system/db/rickey3/upload/1/33.asf"&gt;My Love&lt;/a&gt;  You can have to listen to him sing too.  Of course...hehe.  This song is called my love.  And SungHoon wrote it.  He sang it at the 99 concert.  It's a very very cute song.  You have to listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you heard him sing...now you need to see him dance..hehe....&lt;a href="http://mail.eyescom.net/~mega204/sung.mpg"&gt;Hoonie dancing&lt;/a&gt;  He's dancing to the song couple in his comeback outfit....isn't he cute... &lt;a href="http://members.tripod.lycos.co.kr/kshshsh/hoontech.rm"&gt;Techno&lt;/a&gt;  Need to add this one too....Hoonie's dancing techno...sorry to say this but...it's funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think that's enough of that...hope you didn't mind all that....well I have nothing more to say....well maybe I'll say Happy Birthday SungHoon again...hehe...Well then...till next time...bye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2187408-2493556?l=fulawar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2187408/posts/default/2493556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2187408/posts/default/2493556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulawar.blogspot.com/2001_02_18_archive.html#2493556' title=''/><author><name>fulawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325233757236190150</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2187408.post-2474834</id><published>2001-02-21T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-02-21T17:31:47.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back...*add scary music here*  Today of course like always sucked.  My lazy procrastinating ass decided to write my paper for english 3 hours before it was due.  I'm so freaken tired.  And of course I picked the perfect topic to write about.  I wrote on sleep deprivation.  Hey the teacher said to write it on something I knew about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has to of been one pyschotic day.  I was so tired...I forced myself up so I can write my paper.  So I'm sitting here typing away my bs and hoping to get atleast a D but of course a C would be better.  My desk is all covered in all these info on what lack of sleep can do and my typing god knows what down.  Of course then my computer being stupid decided to go pyscho on me.  So I had to go to the computer lab and type.  So I finished off typing my paper after 2 hours and a half of typing then slacking then typing some more.  Then the computer lab computer goes pyscho.  Yeah as you can see computers sure do like me.  The times ticking away and soon I realized class started so I just hurry up and printed the stuff.  And ran to my room and changed.  Yeah I was still in my pajama's at 3pm.  So I tossed some clothes on and hurried and walked my sorry ass over to the english building.  I bust in the door to see a sub.  So I'm thinking  maybe I'm okay.  To my luck, she hands me a mid term test.  Taking one after missing a week of class is not a good thing.  Remember that.  So I sit down and take out my newly finished paper when she tells me she can't appect it.  DAMN SHIT!!!!  I worked my ass off to finish this paper....and she couldn't accept it cause it was 5 minutes late.  So I'm sitting there trying to think up a excuse to tell the teacher to get her to accept my paper.  Hey I was no going to retake this class.  Hell no.  I don't even know what I put down on my test cause I was so freaken mad.  Since I came to class late, everyone left after the test and I was still there trying to figure out what the hell I'm writing.  Yes I bs the test.  So when we were alone the teacher all of a sudden tells me I can hand in my paper and that she just won't tell my teacher.  At that moment I was jumping up and down like a damn pyscho.  I handed in my sorry excuse for a paper and ran my ass out of there.  Now these are the moments that makes e not want to punch my fist though the glass window and break my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways...enough of that stupid story.  Oh I saw something so cute yesterday...er...early this morning.  I think it was jiwon's trick camera.  It was so fricken cute.  Hoonie's a doll.  Here it is if you wanna see it.  Hope it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://my.dreamwiz.com/eunjeun/stj.ram"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JiWon saving his Hoonie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say I had a pretty good day actually...okay take out the writing the paper part....  I feel so good...I even want to write.  That's what I'll do.  I'll go and write....you hear that...I'm writing on my own free will.  How long I will write...well that'll be the mystery....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2187408-2474834?l=fulawar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2187408/posts/default/2474834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2187408/posts/default/2474834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulawar.blogspot.com/2001_02_18_archive.html#2474834' title=''/><author><name>fulawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325233757236190150</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2187408.post-2394433</id><published>2001-02-15T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-02-15T20:34:56.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well looky here...I'm blogging...see I told you I would.  Well this little girl who said she's go to bed early...well...didn't quite do that.  Well yesterday was kind of...um...interesting I guess I can say....okay so it wasn't yesterday...it was early today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My floor of the dorm has the molst pyschotic RA (resident advisor).  She definatly has her favorites I swear.  It's like if she's not out there you shouldn't be either.  So when people are, and you make a little noise she comes barging out like some mad cow and tells us to be quiet, unless you one of her favs are there, then she's all nice about it and like can you guys keep it down a little I'm not feeling so good.  What a split personality pyscho right?  So like yeaterday/today she was sick.  So some of the girls thought it'd be funny to take her name tag off the door and put it on the bathroom.  (She took the women's tag from the bathroom cause someone kept flipping it upside down).  We all got a good kick out of that one.  So someone decided the other door needed one too, so someone else took the RA sign and put it on the other bathroom door.  You can see how much the girl's on this floor likes her...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as I move on....  Yesterday one of my friend did the funniest thing.  Well she said she always wanted to fun down the hall in her underwear.  So, she goes the the side of the hall, and pulled down her pants.  Her shirt was long enough to cover her, but it also made it look like she pulled down her underwear too.  She looks ahead, and all of a sudden sprints it down the hall.  Her keys are in her pocket, which at the moment was around her ankles, was like all clink click.  I'm shocked our RA didn't come out right then and there.  The thing to add onto her little pants down running was, that there was a guy there watching a movie with us.  Too bad he didn't see, and she was so hoping he's look over.  So she gets to the other side of the hall and just slumps down on the group, flashing us her undies every now and then, before she finally decided to pull the pants back up.  Yeah...the memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i was having a talk yesterday/early today, and I came to realize that I heard a lot of sex stories since I got to college.  Yeah I know...you really wanted to know that.  But do you think I would want to wake up at 3 am so that someone can come into my room and tell me she got felt up?  I don't think so.  We had some...um...I guess I can say easy girls down on this floor.  Too bad a lot of them left.  Now i'll have to settle with those who are getting married people, then cheating on there fiances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I was done with the day it was frewaken 5 am.  Yes I was still awake and tired as hell.  But you remember I have a test that day at 8:30...so there I was with a book in hand trying my best not to fall asleep.  But then I couldn't take it anymore and I needed to rest my eyes.  Yeah I know...big mistake.  You never rest your eyes, you fall asleep.  I don't know what power it was or something, but I'm glad whatever made me wake up at 8:20.  Yeah your body working on about 2 hours of sleep doesn't do any good.  I came to realize that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then...now that I had a 4 hour nap to make up for lack of sleep...now I can stay up again.  j/k  Well anyways...I'm going home tomorrow...yeah  I'm so excited...so when I get home I won't be able to blog.  Yeah I know..who cares right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2187408-2394433?l=fulawar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2187408/posts/default/2394433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2187408/posts/default/2394433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulawar.blogspot.com/2001_02_11_archive.html#2394433' title=''/><author><name>fulawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325233757236190150</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2187408.post-2380366</id><published>2001-02-14T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-02-14T21:26:17.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn....(there's that beginning again)  It's hot in here.  Wait a sec while I open the window.  Okay, now that feels better.  I can't believe I'm hot.  It's like 20 degrees outside.  Yes I iknow...the joys of living here.  It's snowed for like two days...yeah the same two days I didn't go to class....oops did I say that out loud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes today was so much fun...you know it.  I had to take a freaken math test.  I missed like more then half the chapter, so I didn't know a thing.  Good thing my one friend was nice enough to help me out...she's so nice.  I'm so scared....the two hours I should have taken on my test...I only spent 1...does that mean I'm going to get the grade I got on my last test?  I don't wanna fail math..I can just imagine myself incollege at the age of 50 still trying to move up from a freshmen.  *shivers at the thought*  Oh and to my excitment, I just found out that I have a music test tomorrow...at...8:30.  somebody kill me.  I'm never going to wake up in time.  Guess someone's going to have to force herself to bed early today.  maybe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a english paper due today.  yes I know...lucky me.  Well I didn't do it.  I know...big shocker.  Okay...it was 4 am and still I couldn't come up with a topic...so I just gave up.  It's only the rough draft...so I guess if I write a good final, maybe I'll be okay.  So I'm right back where I started from, staring at a blank screen, still trying to figure out a topic.  *drops head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just tell myself two more days....two more...  I'm so sick of school right now...I can't wait to go home...but then again..when I do go home I'm probably going to want to come back to school.  My parents just have the strange power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now...I'm still tired from the test...I don't know why...so I guess I better study for my test tomorrow and then go to sleep and hopefully I'll wake up in time to go to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me just wish you all a happy Valentines Day and for people like me...Single-Awareness Day....bye now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2187408-2380366?l=fulawar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2187408/posts/default/2380366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2187408/posts/default/2380366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulawar.blogspot.com/2001_02_11_archive.html#2380366' title=''/><author><name>fulawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325233757236190150</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2187408.post-2354294</id><published>2001-02-12T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-02-12T22:25:17.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAMN!!  I hate that stupid bitch who lives on the nest room.  She is one of the most concided hoe I ever met.  I'm sorry....I consider myself a nice person.  I try my best not to hate people, but her.  She just seems to have this hate me sign on her.  And she wonders why some people call her a bitch.  Sorry about that, I just need to let that out.  I feel a little better.  But I'd feel much better the day she realizes that the whole fucking world doesn't revolve around her sorry ass.  Man nothing would make me feel better then to punch in that ugly ass faceof her's.  Okay....I'm really done.  No joke....really....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I haven't blogged in a while as you can see.  I just didn't see a reason for me to bore you with my stupid life.  But I think today I will...cause I can.  Well today I saw fly to the sky's comeback.  Damn I thought I'd faint.  They looked so good.  And they sang live too...hehe....*sigh*  Oh I also got to see HyeSung and JiHoon sing InHyung.  It's so cute.  They had plaid pants on....yeah no comment.  The funniest thing is when they hit the wrong note....sounds like a boy going throug puberty...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I got my paper back today.  I was pretty proud of myself.  I got me a b.  I know it's not that great, but getting a b while writing about Biore Nose Strips, I thought was quite an accomplishment.  Now I have another paper due soon.  Yeah you know me...oh so lucky.  Now what will this topic be?  I bet I'll spend more time trying to come up with a topic then to write the actual paper.  Oh well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I don't know why, but I feel depressed.  I wonder why?  I just wanna shut out the whole lousy ass world...lie in bed...do nothing.  I don't know...I guess I'm just feeling too stress.  The worst thing happened.  I found a white hair on me.  I'm too young for them.  I know it's not the first one I ever had....my gosh my mom doesn't even have white hair...I guess I'm beating her to it.  Man I would love to have myself a good cry.  Maybe I will later...I think I'm already going to cry now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll stop bothering you with my problems.....and maybe I'll blog tomorrow too....remember I said maybe so you don't have to run away yet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2187408-2354294?l=fulawar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2187408/posts/default/2354294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2187408/posts/default/2354294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulawar.blogspot.com/2001_02_11_archive.html#2354294' title=''/><author><name>fulawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325233757236190150</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2187408.post-2260718</id><published>2001-02-05T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-02-05T19:52:21.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn today is boring.  Like anyday for me is actually fun....  Today, like the good student I am, I skipped two of my classes.  I just didn't want to go.  This is probably the reason I has to retake classes from last semester.  *shrugs*  I don't understand why I can't get myself motivated.  I must be one lazy ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was able to add another song to my obsession list.  It's called Shy Love.  This song is written by none other then Kangta and is sung by the cute duo Fly to the Sky.  The song's like about a boy with a crush who can't tell her....so cute.  I noticed that Fany's voice seem to have gotten a bit different.  Nothing wrong with that...I know...cause he still sounds good.  And the obsession grows....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I have the strangest craving for some chocolate....  I think I'm definatly on my way to gaining the freshman 15, if not 50....  Now I'm going to get me some chocolate and a couple paper...and maybe try drawing hoonie again....  That boy is just too hard to draw...guess he's just too perfect....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2187408-2260718?l=fulawar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2187408/posts/default/2260718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2187408/posts/default/2260718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulawar.blogspot.com/2001_02_04_archive.html#2260718' title=''/><author><name>fulawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325233757236190150</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2187408.post-2249218</id><published>2001-02-04T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-02-04T22:48:49.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOLY.......I can't believe this.  I tried for three days to figure out how to get back to this place.  I figured out why...I was on the wrong fricken name.  The last time I tried to get in here, I forgot the other password.  Now that I wanted to come into this on, I forget this password.  I really need to learn to write things down.  Well since I'm back...I can go back to writing my bs.  Why did I come back?  I have no idea.  Your guess is as good as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been on a dling rampage.  Going from website to website, seeing what I can find.  I have gotten so into &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;In Hyung (doll)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; by Kangta.  JiHoon and HyeSung sing it so well.  Damn they are so good.  I got myself so obsessed over this song.  I have to listen to it atleast 10 times a day.  Told you I was obsessed.  It's a nice song...something I definatly recomend dled.  Well I'm not the worlds best translater....okay so I'm the worst...but I'll try it anyways....there are the words to the song....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Composed by Kangta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(JiHoon)  At the sound of the sun rising, I fall asleep.  Today again&lt;br /&gt;(HyeSung)  Did you spend it without thinking of me...Can you so easily be okay...oo~~&lt;br /&gt;(JiHoon)  The never changing you, leaving me was so unbelieveable, it was hard&lt;br /&gt;(HyeSung)  I guess like that we will forget eachother, the word I love you will be useless&lt;br /&gt;(JiHoon)  I'm Sorry.  I was selfish.  With the reason that I loved you, I tried to keep you next to me.&lt;br /&gt;(HyeSung)  Yes I know, I didn;t know the most important thing.  If I love you, you must always be happy&lt;br /&gt;(JiHoon)  You must miss me, but you know not what to do...  But I won't make it hard for you&lt;br /&gt;(HyeSung)  One day, when I'm really hurting and crying I'll look for you.  Don't mind me, it'll only be for a little while...&lt;br /&gt;(JiHoon, HyeSung)  I'm okay, I'll just stay like this&lt;br /&gt;(HyeSung)  Without you, I'll just watch over you&lt;br /&gt;(JiHoon, HyeSung) I love you&lt;br /&gt;(HyeSung)  Really nothings changed &lt;br /&gt;(JiHoon)  The empty space without you&lt;br /&gt;(JiHoon, HyeSung)  while loving, I will survive&lt;br /&gt;(JiHoon, HyeSung)  You miss me, but you don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;(HyeSung)  But I'll try to make it easy on you  wahoowah~~&lt;br /&gt;(JiHoon, HyeSung)  One day, when I'm really hurt and crying I'll look for you&lt;br /&gt;(JiHoon)  Don't mind me&lt;br /&gt;(HyeSung)  it'll only be for a little while...&lt;br /&gt;(JiHoon)  wah~~  I know that I...&lt;br /&gt;(HyeSung)  Must look stupid&lt;br /&gt;(JiHoon) But our past memories&lt;br /&gt;(HyeSung)  I'll treasure it and&lt;br /&gt;(JiHoon, HyeSung)  Take care of it&lt;br /&gt;(JiHoon, HyeSung)  One day, when I'm really hurt and crying I'll look for you&lt;br /&gt;(JiHoon)  don't mind me&lt;br /&gt;(HyeSung)  Only a short...&lt;br /&gt;(JiHoon, HyeSung)  Parting&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other song I'm really into is &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;YakSok (the promise)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; sung by Fly to the Sky.  Finally they have comeback with a second ablum.  And let me just say Fany is looking so good.  I swear he just gets better looking...  He's got this flipped out hair going on for him, very cute.  And Brian's back tothe spiked hair.  I guess he really likes that style.  But now he's got blue contacts on...and damn.  He looks good with it.  A pic of the guys in there 2jib look is down there. Don't they look adorable.  *sigh*  But remember Fany's mine...so stop looking at him...and stare at Brian....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://hdb17.joajoa.org/pic/cp_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm still on here talking away about nothing when I should be writing a paper...yup...another paper.  I guess I just like blogging on days I have papers due.  Well It's not that hard.  I'm pretty sure I can finish in an hour or so.  So I'll just continue talking about nothing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple a days ago...friday to be exact.  I had the most humiliating thing happen.  Why am I telling you guys?  Cause you'll never see me...and You don't know me...so why not.  You guys can get a good laugh at my expense.  Well I just got over with my last class.  Which happened to be the fun loving english class I have my paper due for.  Well I was going back to my tiny walk in closet size dorm room when I tripped.  There you'll see me, frumbling down the fricken stairs, landing right on my knees.  I swear I have brusies all over them.  Thank goodness no one had classes that late, so I didn't make a fool of myself in front of too many people.  I guess I should also be happy I fell on the short steps and not the fricken long ones a little ways down.  I'd like to say I still haven't gone to that part of the buliding yet.  But once monday comes I'll have to.  *grumbles*  Hoefully this time when going down the stares my face won't have to meet the floor again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think I'm talking too much now...so I'm going to go and try to start on my paper.  Hopefully I'm done with my procrastination.  But hey...I work well under pressure so,...who knows...maybe I'll waste another hour....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2187408-2249218?l=fulawar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2187408/posts/default/2249218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2187408/posts/default/2249218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulawar.blogspot.com/2001_02_04_archive.html#2249218' title=''/><author><name>fulawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325233757236190150</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2187408.post-2187413</id><published>2001-01-30T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-01-30T21:38:02.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blog?  What's a blog???  Here I am in blog, still trying to figure out what this thing is.  Someone told me it was where I write whatever I want.  So here I am trying to put something down and this is all that comes out.  My writing nonsense about me not know what the hell this thing is.  Well for all you smart people who are probably looking at me right now trying to figure out how stupid one person can be....apperently...they can be quite stupid.  Me being the example....&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, here I am in my room, seeing how much I can delay from doing a paper.  Not like I can't get my lazy ass up and search for a topic to write.  No....I have to sit down here seeing how long I can procrastinate before actually starting....atleast I could of done was open the stupid word program...But no...I'm here in blogger typing this worthless piece of information about nothing....when I should be working hard on my paper.  I see that it's pass 10pm.....not that late since I was going to start my paper at 4pm.  I think that is enough procrastination for now....and I'm leaving now hoping to be able to finish my paper before th sun comes up....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2187408-2187413?l=fulawar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2187408/posts/default/2187413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2187408/posts/default/2187413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulawar.blogspot.com/2001_01_28_archive.html#2187413' title=''/><author><name>fulawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10325233757236190150</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></entry></feed>
