<?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-2886670434023535434</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:50:27.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet&amp;____</title><subtitle type='html'>♪</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ledouxvie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886670434023535434/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ledouxvie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ABC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042642441748538794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_KzlZhk7_c/Sv-49IEW2WI/AAAAAAAAACM/sjZDeaVAZqQ/S220/apple2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886670434023535434.post-5655210631083232795</id><published>2009-11-15T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T00:29:31.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>0010</title><content type='html'>Sorry, blog, for neglecting you all this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways. My life revolves around school right now. And to think, that I thought that junior year would be fun, HA HA. Ech, the stress and just everything. I also finally joined an SAT prep class at an Elite program. It's not that bad, just long. 9AM-6PM every Saturday. I have to miss church. I stopped dance at my studio for extra studytime. There goes both my stress relievers. Ahhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but aside from that, so glad it's starting to get colder &amp;hearts; Excited for Thanksgiving/Christmas :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm... this is a nothing-post. But better than nothing, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♪ 추억속의 그대 by 이승기&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886670434023535434-5655210631083232795?l=ledouxvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ledouxvie.blogspot.com/feeds/5655210631083232795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ledouxvie.blogspot.com/2009/11/0010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886670434023535434/posts/default/5655210631083232795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886670434023535434/posts/default/5655210631083232795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ledouxvie.blogspot.com/2009/11/0010.html' title='0010'/><author><name>ABC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042642441748538794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_KzlZhk7_c/Sv-49IEW2WI/AAAAAAAAACM/sjZDeaVAZqQ/S220/apple2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886670434023535434.post-3997648750595059949</id><published>2009-09-19T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T00:14:25.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>0009</title><content type='html'>Things looked up today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been so happy all week. It's a wonderful feeling. Problems have been resolved :) Most of them, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm. I got to see that certain guy today &amp;hearts; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What does love mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♪ Paparazzi (LIVE) by Lady Gaga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886670434023535434-3997648750595059949?l=ledouxvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ledouxvie.blogspot.com/feeds/3997648750595059949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ledouxvie.blogspot.com/2009/09/0009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886670434023535434/posts/default/3997648750595059949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886670434023535434/posts/default/3997648750595059949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ledouxvie.blogspot.com/2009/09/0009.html' title='0009'/><author><name>ABC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042642441748538794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_KzlZhk7_c/Sv-49IEW2WI/AAAAAAAAACM/sjZDeaVAZqQ/S220/apple2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886670434023535434.post-8580545677602395478</id><published>2009-09-17T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T18:10:24.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>0008</title><content type='html'>It's amazing what a few bad days can do to a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel nothing right now. I'm not very excited for my future plans, either. I'm discouraged to dance. I've been showing my emotions more often, &amp; I don't mean to worry anyone. Don't ask me if I'm okay when I'm crying, it only makes me cry more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♪ Wedding Day of a Tiger by Jeon Su Yeon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886670434023535434-8580545677602395478?l=ledouxvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ledouxvie.blogspot.com/feeds/8580545677602395478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ledouxvie.blogspot.com/2009/09/0008.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886670434023535434/posts/default/8580545677602395478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886670434023535434/posts/default/8580545677602395478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ledouxvie.blogspot.com/2009/09/0008.html' title='0008'/><author><name>ABC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042642441748538794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_KzlZhk7_c/Sv-49IEW2WI/AAAAAAAAACM/sjZDeaVAZqQ/S220/apple2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886670434023535434.post-7243034432761752213</id><published>2009-08-29T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T19:32:43.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>0007</title><content type='html'>QUESTION: Suppose you had to draw a self-portrait. What colors would you use? What expression would you have on your face? Would anyone else be in the picture with you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an activity in my English class, and thought it was neat. I want to hear from the few people who read this! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♪ 사랑병 by 신혜성&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886670434023535434-7243034432761752213?l=ledouxvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ledouxvie.blogspot.com/feeds/7243034432761752213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ledouxvie.blogspot.com/2009/08/0007.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886670434023535434/posts/default/7243034432761752213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886670434023535434/posts/default/7243034432761752213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ledouxvie.blogspot.com/2009/08/0007.html' title='0007'/><author><name>ABC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042642441748538794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_KzlZhk7_c/Sv-49IEW2WI/AAAAAAAAACM/sjZDeaVAZqQ/S220/apple2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886670434023535434.post-8973723022988545809</id><published>2009-08-24T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T04:14:55.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>0006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9hI4bSCy9iE"&gt;This.&lt;/a&gt; Such a beautiful song. Recommended by one of my good friends &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;아빠, please come home soon. You're worrying me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♪ Archangel by Burial&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886670434023535434-8973723022988545809?l=ledouxvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ledouxvie.blogspot.com/feeds/8973723022988545809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ledouxvie.blogspot.com/2009/08/0006.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886670434023535434/posts/default/8973723022988545809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886670434023535434/posts/default/8973723022988545809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ledouxvie.blogspot.com/2009/08/0006.html' title='0006'/><author><name>ABC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042642441748538794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_KzlZhk7_c/Sv-49IEW2WI/AAAAAAAAACM/sjZDeaVAZqQ/S220/apple2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886670434023535434.post-4294583177095133121</id><published>2009-08-22T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T05:26:48.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>0005</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So many people from my past have been contacting me in some way this year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First, it was one of my friends from 6th grade. She found me on Facebook, and we ended up meeting at the shopping mall to hang out. It was a really nice time, but I felt that it had to end too soon. Then there's this other girl from 6th grade, who eats at my parent's restaurant often. My cousin caught the eye of one of her friends, and so she texted me (after getting my number from my mom), asking me (for her friend) if my cousin were single... I didn't even know how to respond, haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then there's that certain guy.... haha. I just keep seeing him randomly when I'm out at Borders or whatever, studying. He swung by today with one of my friends. I was blushing the whole time. But why...? I don't even know if the feeling is mutual or not. And that was back in 8th grade. Things have got to have changed in the time span of 3 years. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Secretly, I'm hoping they haven't. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;♪ 추억 사랑만큼 (ft. 강현정 of Bubble Sisters) by Brown Eyed Soul&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886670434023535434-4294583177095133121?l=ledouxvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ledouxvie.blogspot.com/feeds/4294583177095133121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ledouxvie.blogspot.com/2009/08/0005.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886670434023535434/posts/default/4294583177095133121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886670434023535434/posts/default/4294583177095133121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ledouxvie.blogspot.com/2009/08/0005.html' title='0005'/><author><name>ABC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042642441748538794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_KzlZhk7_c/Sv-49IEW2WI/AAAAAAAAACM/sjZDeaVAZqQ/S220/apple2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886670434023535434.post-4841502739392374612</id><published>2009-08-20T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T05:39:57.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>0004</title><content type='html'>I'd love to live in the city &amp;hearts; I love the atmosphere. And there's so much to do, so many places to go to! Well... more places than here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The littlest things remind me of everything. Especially places and seasons. Certain songs that I listened to a lot during summer '07 &amp;amp; '08 would remind me of the fun that I had during that break, like AX or even walking my dog in the mornings. The smell of that make-up stuff that little girls use on themselves or on their toys reminds me of this friend that I had when I was way little; we'd always do each other's make-up and hair. And sometimes, I don't remember specific things. It's about atmosphere sometimes, too. I was leaving a friend Raven's house today, and the weather outside was pretty chilly and the sun was setting; I suddenly wanted to go back to 2 winters ago, during winter break, when I hung out with Raven more often. It was a really cozy atmosphere, with my favorite weather and my friends. And wow, I can't even describe how much I love the atmosphere during Christmas. I can't even describe the feeling. It's just the whole combination of being with family and friends and the cold weather and seeing pretty decorations and it's just great. When I listen to certain songs or see things that remind me of Christmas or winter in general, I always go back to this memory of this giant Christmas tree that stood in the middle of this shopping center inside a hotel that my uncle always stayed in whenever he'd come down to visit, in LA. I don't know why, I just really love the memory and want to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess... all I'm trying to say is... I love winter &amp;hearts; Haha, kidding. There's a more meaningful message behind this post :) I hope some people get how I feel... I'd love to share this feeling. It's really wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♪ babe by HeaRt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886670434023535434-4841502739392374612?l=ledouxvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ledouxvie.blogspot.com/feeds/4841502739392374612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ledouxvie.blogspot.com/2009/08/0004.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886670434023535434/posts/default/4841502739392374612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886670434023535434/posts/default/4841502739392374612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ledouxvie.blogspot.com/2009/08/0004.html' title='0004'/><author><name>ABC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042642441748538794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_KzlZhk7_c/Sv-49IEW2WI/AAAAAAAAACM/sjZDeaVAZqQ/S220/apple2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886670434023535434.post-6807615622726141276</id><published>2009-08-18T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T05:40:50.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>0003</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I don't understand why my mom has to make such a big deal out of my STAR test scores. They're meaningless to me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the reasons why I want to be finished with high school &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt;: My mom makes me feel like the world's biggest retard. She doesn't see my efforts, she doesn't even see my good scores. I don't think she knows that they exist or something. It's all about my bad scores (and bad = a C). &lt;em&gt;You're lucky I'm even passing, Mom.&lt;/em&gt; I really wish she would come see how bad my school is. There are stupid kids everywhere. Stupid teachers, too. And I'm stuck in the middle of goddamn everything. Whoohoo for me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well. Enough of that. My mom will just have to bear with me for another 2 years. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But other than that, I'm excited for school to start. I'm excited to show my mom that I can pass with flying colors. I'm excited about dance team. And of course, I'm excited about seeing friends and whatnot. It's gonna be a good year. I hope. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a side note: I want it to be winter. I hate not being able to wear my boots or scarves. Winter apparel! Cold weather! Christmas! Winter retreat with the YG Family ♥ Disneyland the day after New Year's with Kailyn, Yvette, Albert, and the pedophile (Lawrence)! Come to me~! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♪ 첫눈이 와 by 슈퍼주니어&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886670434023535434-6807615622726141276?l=ledouxvie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ledouxvie.blogspot.com/feeds/6807615622726141276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ledouxvie.blogspot.com/2009/08/0003.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886670434023535434/posts/default/6807615622726141276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886670434023535434/posts/default/6807615622726141276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ledouxvie.blogspot.com/2009/08/0003.html' title='0003'/><author><name>ABC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17042642441748538794</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q_KzlZhk7_c/Sv-49IEW2WI/AAAAAAAAACM/sjZDeaVAZqQ/S220/apple2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886670434023535434.post-9069563863959872718</id><published>2009-08-18T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T02:01:01.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>0002</title><content type='html'>I really should sleep soon. All these all-nighters aren't doing me any good. I don't understand why the internet is so distracting. What do I do on here that's so interesting? Not even I know the answer. And airplanes keep flying over my house...? Rather loudly, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's annoying, puu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm. I've been thinking (as usual), about life. A friend of mine likes to engage in super deep conversations, and I happily partake in these conversations. Not a lot of my friends touch these topics that we talk about, so it's a lovely experience. She asks me questions about life. She also likes to talk about religion, and so most of my answers go back to God. I'm not the best Catholic, but I try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our most recent talks revolved around this question: Why do we exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer? Because God loves us. God had so much love, but no one to share it with, and so he created us and distributed his love to everyone and everything--even to those who didn't have faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answers are based on my opinions and beliefs; it's not anything you'd learn in a classroom. My friend is always thanking me for my answers, saying that I've opened her eyes to a new outlook on whatever topic we're discussing, but I feel that it's the other way around: she's opened &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; eyes. With no one to talk about these things with, I wasn't aware about what I had to say about life, religion, etc., and it really showed how much I had to say. It renews me in a sort of way. It's a nice feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could do this with more often. But I joke around too much with people to have such a serious conversation with them... Oh well. Someday. Maybe we could all just stop our daily activities for a few minutes every day and think about these things. Sort of like prayer: take some time out of your busy schedules to have a few words with God. (I should start doing this...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm... yes. Talk of the day. I've never posted anything this long, haha. This is a nice break from the usual "So today, I did..." posts that I usually make on Livejournal or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry. 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