<?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-8626949029712488578</id><updated>2011-07-23T00:00:28.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seventy times seven</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaahn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8626949029712488578/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaahn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa Ahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12020091072906294564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hGlQ9SE1SA/TPHZgCae9II/AAAAAAAAAOI/hXX73Wq8j50/S220/Photo%2B72_2.jpg'/></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-8626949029712488578.post-8066735869697972190</id><published>2011-07-15T12:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T12:56:12.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I paid $2.99 for a good blogging app</title><content type='html'>So I'm never gonna take good free public wifi back at home in the Etats-Unis for granted ever again. INTERNET IS MISERABLY SLOW HERE, and when in London they charged me five pounds per hour. That's like. Ten dollars. Or I don't know, that could be really wrong but I suffer difficulties in constantly trying to convert euros in my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding London, I really felt I could live there. Despite not having my luggage the entire time (a long and sad and twisted story in itself), I roomed with an extremely generous girl from Texas who let me borrow everything, even her shoes AND going-out-at-night clothes. Let me just say, I was accidentally groped by a British guy inside Club Punk but when he quickly said, "sorry love!" I did not mind at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I leave with three pictures: first of the tube, next a piano outside St Paul's Cathedral, and last my favorite picture of Westminster Abbey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/15/2890.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/15/s_2890.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/15/2891.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/15/s_2891.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/15/2892.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/15/s_2892.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&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/8626949029712488578-8066735869697972190?l=lisaahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaahn.blogspot.com/feeds/8066735869697972190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaahn.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-paid-299-for-good-blogging-app.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8626949029712488578/posts/default/8066735869697972190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8626949029712488578/posts/default/8066735869697972190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaahn.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-paid-299-for-good-blogging-app.html' title='I paid $2.99 for a good blogging app'/><author><name>Lisa Ahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12020091072906294564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hGlQ9SE1SA/TPHZgCae9II/AAAAAAAAAOI/hXX73Wq8j50/S220/Photo%2B72_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8626949029712488578.post-1407393287497323252</id><published>2011-03-10T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T16:41:45.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange(r) Encounters</title><content type='html'>I was walking the streets of Santa Monica last night to meet a friend when this man yelled out to me, "EY LADY!"&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what my preferences are in terms of how I want strange men to refer to me, but "lady" sort of makes me feel I'm in my forties with a handful of kids. &lt;br /&gt;Seeing that he had my attention, he smiled and said, "They sell top quality nuts here.  Warm, hot nuts.  EAT.THEIR.NUTS."&lt;br /&gt;Creep.&lt;br /&gt;Another time, I was sitting with my laptop at a hole in the wall and a guy walked in wearing a cap and big headphones.  I was completely absorbed in my computer world, but I noticed him move out of his table and sit on the sofa next to me.  Then he blurted out, "Are you videochatting with someone?"  I gave him a polite nod.  "HAHA! You look so animated! HAHA!"  &lt;br /&gt;Creep.&lt;br /&gt;I'm at Starbucks right now nestled very comfortably in one of those big leather chairs which ALSO has an outlet right next to it.  Perfect spot.  This girl walks in and asks, "Could I plug in my charger into that outlet?"  I immediately do the polite nod with the of course and the let me take mine out so you can use my spot because i was you know leaving anyway even though im really not and that would be just fine.  She stops me and says, "There's more than one outlet though- see?"  And I look to find three other empty outlet slots.  "I'm not gonna kick you out- you were here first!  Y&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ou gotta stand your ground, woman!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Mm, snaps to that.&lt;br /&gt;And then she told me I have great shoes.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8626949029712488578-1407393287497323252?l=lisaahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaahn.blogspot.com/feeds/1407393287497323252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaahn.blogspot.com/2011/03/stranger-encounters.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8626949029712488578/posts/default/1407393287497323252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8626949029712488578/posts/default/1407393287497323252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaahn.blogspot.com/2011/03/stranger-encounters.html' title='Strange(r) Encounters'/><author><name>Lisa Ahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12020091072906294564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hGlQ9SE1SA/TPHZgCae9II/AAAAAAAAAOI/hXX73Wq8j50/S220/Photo%2B72_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8626949029712488578.post-882555157120110265</id><published>2010-03-02T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T20:07:42.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My parents recently got gift cards to Food4Less and Ralphs, and have subsequently been splurging needlessly on groceries.  &lt;div&gt;Tonight they heaved in another huge bundle, and I attempted to help by moving the bags from the front door to the kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bag (one bag) I chose to carry happened to weigh fourteen thousand pounds.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was heaving, huffing, grunting and dying as I dragged it with all my force across the floor.  I'll admit I started sweating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad saw my weak and pathetic self whimpering with futile effort and told me to leave it- he'll take care of it.  He then took the bag out of my hand, grabbed seven more off the floor, and ambled (might as well have pranced) out of sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forget that even on his weakest days, my dad is infinitely stronger than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I forget (much too often) how strong my Father in heaven is- that if I only let go and let God, He will carry all my burdens for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8626949029712488578-882555157120110265?l=lisaahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaahn.blogspot.com/feeds/882555157120110265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaahn.blogspot.com/2010/03/decided-to-un-privatize-this-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8626949029712488578/posts/default/882555157120110265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8626949029712488578/posts/default/882555157120110265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaahn.blogspot.com/2010/03/decided-to-un-privatize-this-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa Ahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12020091072906294564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hGlQ9SE1SA/TPHZgCae9II/AAAAAAAAAOI/hXX73Wq8j50/S220/Photo%2B72_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8626949029712488578.post-7006871322836774102</id><published>2009-11-03T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T11:51:49.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This has to be considered gluttony.</title><content type='html'>:  I had four different breakfasts this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:  No you didn't.  More like an early breakfast, regular breakfast, late breakfast, and early brunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:  That is what obese people say to justify themselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:  It's okay- it's healthier this way to eat often throughout the day.  And everything you ate was healthy!  Oh, except for the cupcake.  And the chocolate frosting.  Mm, and the sugar in the french toast... And the cinnamon, but it isn't bad for you--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:  Let's go to the gym tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:  After Phil's BBQ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:  Oh, you're right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:  Hey.  What should we eat for lunch?&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hGlQ9SE1SA/SvCJjFju6tI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ffRJmuaL9GE/s1600-h/IMG_3514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hGlQ9SE1SA/SvCJjFju6tI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ffRJmuaL9GE/s400/IMG_3514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399967189097704146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8626949029712488578-7006871322836774102?l=lisaahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaahn.blogspot.com/feeds/7006871322836774102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaahn.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-has-to-be-considered-gluttony.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8626949029712488578/posts/default/7006871322836774102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8626949029712488578/posts/default/7006871322836774102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaahn.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-has-to-be-considered-gluttony.html' title='This has to be considered gluttony.'/><author><name>Lisa Ahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12020091072906294564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hGlQ9SE1SA/TPHZgCae9II/AAAAAAAAAOI/hXX73Wq8j50/S220/Photo%2B72_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hGlQ9SE1SA/SvCJjFju6tI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ffRJmuaL9GE/s72-c/IMG_3514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8626949029712488578.post-6564234892462234159</id><published>2009-10-12T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T17:32:54.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fingers entwined, but for what.</title><content type='html'>I was rushing (why do people Rush anyway) to class today and my hands were cold.&lt;br /&gt;I rubbed them together and blew my own feeble air into my own feeble hands, and they disobediently remained cold.&lt;br /&gt;Ahead of me, a boy who was waiting for a girl (his girl) joined, and he took her books and reached to cover&lt;br /&gt;her hands&lt;br /&gt;with&lt;br /&gt;his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet she wasn't so cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8626949029712488578-6564234892462234159?l=lisaahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaahn.blogspot.com/feeds/6564234892462234159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaahn.blogspot.com/2009/10/fingers-entwined-but-for-what.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8626949029712488578/posts/default/6564234892462234159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8626949029712488578/posts/default/6564234892462234159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaahn.blogspot.com/2009/10/fingers-entwined-but-for-what.html' title='Fingers entwined, but for what.'/><author><name>Lisa Ahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12020091072906294564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hGlQ9SE1SA/TPHZgCae9II/AAAAAAAAAOI/hXX73Wq8j50/S220/Photo%2B72_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8626949029712488578.post-1924589833834269323</id><published>2009-05-27T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T19:52:01.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream Proposal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FShFSqulwL8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FShFSqulwL8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my wish in life:  that I could have my own library that fills all the walls of the room.&lt;br /&gt;Some people want gardens, or big backyards, or fireplaces, but MY heart grows faint at the thought of owning my own library so expansive and extensive it requires a rolling ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To future husband:&lt;br /&gt;hello- hint hint wink wink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8626949029712488578-1924589833834269323?l=lisaahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaahn.blogspot.com/feeds/1924589833834269323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaahn.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-dream-proposal.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8626949029712488578/posts/default/1924589833834269323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8626949029712488578/posts/default/1924589833834269323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaahn.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-dream-proposal.html' title='My Dream Proposal'/><author><name>Lisa Ahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12020091072906294564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hGlQ9SE1SA/TPHZgCae9II/AAAAAAAAAOI/hXX73Wq8j50/S220/Photo%2B72_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8626949029712488578.post-6100624696624211463</id><published>2009-05-21T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T21:56:43.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WE ARE ALL BEAUTIFULLY MADE :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hGlQ9SE1SA/ShWoKq5fa4I/AAAAAAAAALg/QY6rfVqyID8/s1600-h/IMG_0636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hGlQ9SE1SA/ShWoKq5fa4I/AAAAAAAAALg/QY6rfVqyID8/s320/IMG_0636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338357834585172866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:  "And whats your name?"&lt;br /&gt;:  "Lisa."&lt;br /&gt;:  "Alright...  Is this how you spell it?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8626949029712488578-6100624696624211463?l=lisaahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaahn.blogspot.com/feeds/6100624696624211463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaahn.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-are-all-beautifully-made.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8626949029712488578/posts/default/6100624696624211463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8626949029712488578/posts/default/6100624696624211463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaahn.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-are-all-beautifully-made.html' title='WE ARE ALL BEAUTIFULLY MADE :)'/><author><name>Lisa Ahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12020091072906294564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hGlQ9SE1SA/TPHZgCae9II/AAAAAAAAAOI/hXX73Wq8j50/S220/Photo%2B72_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hGlQ9SE1SA/ShWoKq5fa4I/AAAAAAAAALg/QY6rfVqyID8/s72-c/IMG_0636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8626949029712488578.post-6070215808784201254</id><published>2009-05-05T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:28:43.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat.Pray.Love</title><content type='html'>"Moreover, I have boundary issues with men.  Or maybe that's not fair to say.  To have issue with boundaries, one must &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have &lt;/span&gt;boundaries in the first place, right?  But I disappear into the person I love.  I am the permeable membrane.  If I love you, you can have everything.  You can have my time, my devotion, my ass, my money, my family, my dog, my dog's money, my dog's time- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If I love you, I will carry for you all your pain, I will assume for you all your debts (in every definition of the word), I will protect you from your own insecurity, I will project upon you all sorts of good qualities that you have never actually cultivated in yourself and I will buy Christmas presents for your entire family.  I will give you the sun and the rain, and if they are not available, I will give you a  sun check and a rain check.  I will give you all this and more, until I get so exhausted and depleted that the only way I can recover my energy is by becoming infatuated with someone else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hearing this word everywhere:  INFATUATION.&lt;br /&gt;It's a sign I need to get over mine.  -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hGlQ9SE1SA/SgD7w9atrXI/AAAAAAAAALA/HGPy7FaACVM/s1600-h/Miscellaneous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hGlQ9SE1SA/SgD7w9atrXI/AAAAAAAAALA/HGPy7FaACVM/s320/Miscellaneous.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332538777345568114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;이쁘지? My dad sent 100 roses to my mom's work for her 50th birthday.  ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8626949029712488578-6070215808784201254?l=lisaahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaahn.blogspot.com/feeds/6070215808784201254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaahn.blogspot.com/2009/05/eatpraylove.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8626949029712488578/posts/default/6070215808784201254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8626949029712488578/posts/default/6070215808784201254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaahn.blogspot.com/2009/05/eatpraylove.html' title='Eat.Pray.Love'/><author><name>Lisa Ahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12020091072906294564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hGlQ9SE1SA/TPHZgCae9II/AAAAAAAAAOI/hXX73Wq8j50/S220/Photo%2B72_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hGlQ9SE1SA/SgD7w9atrXI/AAAAAAAAALA/HGPy7FaACVM/s72-c/Miscellaneous.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8626949029712488578.post-6100200614428329797</id><published>2009-04-28T11:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:48:24.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyfriend Replacement?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hGlQ9SE1SA/SgEIgRJYeCI/AAAAAAAAALQ/cJ-UfA8Yrn4/s1600-h/iChat+Image%283238142721%29.jpeg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hGlQ9SE1SA/SgEIgRJYeCI/AAAAAAAAALQ/cJ-UfA8Yrn4/s320/iChat+Image%283238142721%29.jpeg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332552784234969122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jeanne sent this to me and it made me think two things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Japanese people think of the craziest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more significantly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  That looks really comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized that it's entirely creepy of me to view a severed-fake-man-arm as desirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Is this what I'm succumbing to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8626949029712488578-6100200614428329797?l=lisaahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaahn.blogspot.com/feeds/6100200614428329797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaahn.blogspot.com/2009/04/boyfriend-replacement.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8626949029712488578/posts/default/6100200614428329797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8626949029712488578/posts/default/6100200614428329797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaahn.blogspot.com/2009/04/boyfriend-replacement.html' title='Boyfriend Replacement?'/><author><name>Lisa Ahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12020091072906294564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hGlQ9SE1SA/TPHZgCae9II/AAAAAAAAAOI/hXX73Wq8j50/S220/Photo%2B72_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hGlQ9SE1SA/SgEIgRJYeCI/AAAAAAAAALQ/cJ-UfA8Yrn4/s72-c/iChat+Image%283238142721%29.jpeg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8626949029712488578.post-1947375263961681692</id><published>2008-12-06T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T14:43:32.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which do you prefer?</title><content type='html'>"I love you...  despite your flaws."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you...  because of your flaws."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8626949029712488578-1947375263961681692?l=lisaahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaahn.blogspot.com/feeds/1947375263961681692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaahn.blogspot.com/2008/12/which-do-you-prefer.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8626949029712488578/posts/default/1947375263961681692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8626949029712488578/posts/default/1947375263961681692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaahn.blogspot.com/2008/12/which-do-you-prefer.html' title='Which do you prefer?'/><author><name>Lisa Ahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12020091072906294564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hGlQ9SE1SA/TPHZgCae9II/AAAAAAAAAOI/hXX73Wq8j50/S220/Photo%2B72_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8626949029712488578.post-3392913610849135306</id><published>2008-11-29T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T22:24:59.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dear Diary"</title><content type='html'>I was 8 years old when I wrote these particular entries into my Pochacco diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm in HEAVEN.  Want to know why?  I feel like I'm in HEAVEN because Today, Mrs. Coey asked me send a note to Mrs. Ihori.  David's teacher.  When I walked in, David smiled at ME!  ME, LISA Ahn!  Then he said HI"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sad.  I'm also crying.  I really &lt;3 David Kim but he hates me!  Can you belive it?  I told my troubles to Shayna.  I figured if anyone could help me, she can.  I asked Shayna to ask David if he likes me.  He said NO!!  When Shayna told me he said no, I knew I was ready to cry.  Nothing feels worse than figuring out that someone who you really &lt;3 hates you!  I knew it was him I love since the day I laid eyes on him.  He was funny, cute, and very nice.  He was a person I could count on.  Now that we're in a differint class, he barely notices that I'm alive!  My life is over.  Nothing can make me feel better unless he &lt;3 or like me and only me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me think about all the boys in my life I gave a piece of my heart to.&lt;br /&gt;To you all out there- I would like it back.&lt;br /&gt;So I can be nice and whole again.  Thank youuuuu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8626949029712488578-3392913610849135306?l=lisaahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaahn.blogspot.com/feeds/3392913610849135306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaahn.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-diary.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8626949029712488578/posts/default/3392913610849135306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8626949029712488578/posts/default/3392913610849135306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaahn.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-diary.html' title='&quot;Dear Diary&quot;'/><author><name>Lisa Ahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12020091072906294564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hGlQ9SE1SA/TPHZgCae9II/AAAAAAAAAOI/hXX73Wq8j50/S220/Photo%2B72_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8626949029712488578.post-845949957125784963</id><published>2008-11-19T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:02:13.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>안성미 + 고아라</title><content type='html'>:  These are so many effing pomegranates.&lt;div&gt;:  I know, and its just from one too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(a while later)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:  Hey, do you think if we took all these pomegranates and blended them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:  THAT WE WOULD GET POMEGRANATE JUICE?!  YES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:  Yeah!  Like "POM".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:  Just like it.  We could sell it in Mexico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:  And call it "Pam".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:  Yes.  Or "Pim".  Or "-Granate".  You know, finish what they started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:  Yeahhhh...  Granate sounds like the name of some girl from Scotland.  We could put her on the cover of our bottle.  Or a girl who yodels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:  Omgosh, did you ever watch The Sound of Music?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:  ...Yes, but I don't remember anything from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:  You don't remember when they have the puppet show with the yodeling??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:  No...  All I remember is that they sang, "DO, a deer, a female deer."&lt;br /&gt;:  Haha, I remember that.  The children say it like, "DO, A DEE-AH, A FEMALE DEE-AH."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:  RE~ a drop of golden sun~  MI~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:  A name, I call myself~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:  June!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:  ...What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:  Oh shoot!  Hahah I forgot...  I thought we were doing months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;Attention deficit disorder affects many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;Brian:  "i was sick all day, and then i read ur post and i was happy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8626949029712488578-845949957125784963?l=lisaahn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaahn.blogspot.com/feeds/845949957125784963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lisaahn.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8626949029712488578/posts/default/845949957125784963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8626949029712488578/posts/default/845949957125784963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaahn.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='안성미 + 고아라'/><author><name>Lisa Ahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12020091072906294564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hGlQ9SE1SA/TPHZgCae9II/AAAAAAAAAOI/hXX73Wq8j50/S220/Photo%2B72_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
