<?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-4686023917962076708</id><updated>2011-07-08T01:30:20.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what I call Mine</title><subtitle type='html'>My Real Feelings. My Real Me. My Real Identity.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatiushatred.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4686023917962076708/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatiushatred.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jswoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14869361100834131467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSg0PtCaejs/SyPcw4bKOjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fs_nn6ByaYY/S220/nature2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4686023917962076708.post-7133883463889647329</id><published>2009-12-14T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T22:34:00.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>इस बराकर:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSg0PtCaejs/Sycqrx4uCMI/AAAAAAAAABI/_3rG2gBDyRQ/s1600-h/Nature1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSg0PtCaejs/Sycqrx4uCMI/AAAAAAAAABI/_3rG2gBDyRQ/s320/Nature1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415344008550287554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This is just a simple question to test your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There was a tree that was dying, then rain came suddenly so it grew leaves, then autumn came and wind blew the leaves away.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are five (5) character. You must choose one (1). Who you think you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAIN:&lt;br /&gt;LEAVES:&lt;br /&gt;TREE:&lt;br /&gt;WIND:&lt;br /&gt;AUTUMN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose tree, I don't have reason why I choose tree as for me, I think it was the best way to choose tree. What's your choice? Before reading below. Better choose who you think you are in the above choices. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to write the description. Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/tuutuukii"&gt;N-i-k-k-o&lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://tuutuukii.wordpress.com"&gt;Tuutuukii&lt;/a&gt; for telling me about the description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;RAIN&lt;/span&gt; - You are very loyal to your partner and if you break up, it won't be easy for you to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WIND &lt;/span&gt;- You are the third person in a love triangle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LEAVES&lt;/span&gt; - You are a playgirl/playboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AUTUMN&lt;/span&gt; - You have the tendency to love two persons at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TREE&lt;/span&gt; - You want to find somebody who would really love and care for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4686023917962076708-7133883463889647329?l=hatiushatred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4686023917962076708/posts/default/7133883463889647329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4686023917962076708/posts/default/7133883463889647329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatiushatred.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_14.html' title='इस बराकर:'/><author><name>jswoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14869361100834131467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSg0PtCaejs/SyPcw4bKOjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fs_nn6ByaYY/S220/nature2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSg0PtCaejs/Sycqrx4uCMI/AAAAAAAAABI/_3rG2gBDyRQ/s72-c/Nature1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4686023917962076708.post-8827118443164894486</id><published>2009-12-12T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T14:18:23.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>वहत'स थे बेस्ट थिंग हप्पें व्हेन इ'म होम?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What's the best thing happen when I'm home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm free to do everything I wanted to do. Especially when I'm the only left at the house. I can eat. I can read some books without disturbance. I can chat with my neighbor friend. I can listen to my favorite radio station. I can sleep whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not rich as what you think. Its just that, I live my life, what I wanted to be. In a simple way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of my work. Night shift. Day shift. Its hard for me to catch the sunshine. To eat and chat with my neighbor friend, under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSg0PtCaejs/SyQT-8jNlLI/AAAAAAAAABA/AQfMdnB5F8c/s1600-h/sunshine2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSg0PtCaejs/SyQT-8jNlLI/AAAAAAAAABA/AQfMdnB5F8c/s320/sunshine2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414474624132814002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo was taken few months later. It was on my brothers cell phone. Once I saw it. I said: "Nah, I want to do something under the sun this coming sunday." And since today sunday. I will do something later. Maybe eating or reading or chatting with my little brother and my neighbor friend, while listening to our favorite radio station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish us luck, while &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;enjoying under the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything above makes ma happy. It brings me smile in my lips. It brings joy in my heart. And even make me dream big. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, enjoy life while you've given a chance to stay long. So, you won't regret about life. And don't blame someone if you're being like what you are today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be like me. Afraid of everything. Afraid to try. Afraid to sacrifice. 'Cos you'll regret about this in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4686023917962076708-8827118443164894486?l=hatiushatred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4686023917962076708/posts/default/8827118443164894486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4686023917962076708/posts/default/8827118443164894486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatiushatred.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_12.html' title='वहत&apos;स थे बेस्ट थिंग हप्पें व्हेन इ&apos;म होम?'/><author><name>jswoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14869361100834131467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSg0PtCaejs/SyPcw4bKOjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fs_nn6ByaYY/S220/nature2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSg0PtCaejs/SyQT-8jNlLI/AAAAAAAAABA/AQfMdnB5F8c/s72-c/sunshine2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4686023917962076708.post-3470451011844370740</id><published>2009-12-12T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T10:56:05.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>वहत'स थे रासों बेहिंद!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSg0PtCaejs/SyPg5JWl5EI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zgP9T0Wgfqg/s1600-h/nature2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSg0PtCaejs/SyPg5JWl5EI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zgP9T0Wgfqg/s320/nature2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414418449397310530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Jung Soo, 20 years old. Living with curiosity in a lot of things around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to stay away from where I am right now. Not that I hate this kind of life. Is just that I hate some people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that, they can be my inspiration too, to make a progress or a move to make my life more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to enjoy my life. To do everything I wanted to do. Like, living life in every single with smile in my lips that seen through my eyes and heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just like 'm a bird living inside its cage. I want to fly high, to see more beautiful things, beautiful places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know, one day I can fulfill that wishes of mine. To get out of my cage. To feel free. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to be with me, when that day comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 'm hoping that by posting something like this, can help me to go further. To continue flying, to continue searching, to continue my dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4686023917962076708-3470451011844370740?l=hatiushatred.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4686023917962076708/posts/default/3470451011844370740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4686023917962076708/posts/default/3470451011844370740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatiushatred.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='वहत&apos;स थे रासों बेहिंद!'/><author><name>jswoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14869361100834131467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSg0PtCaejs/SyPcw4bKOjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fs_nn6ByaYY/S220/nature2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CSg0PtCaejs/SyPg5JWl5EI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zgP9T0Wgfqg/s72-c/nature2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
