<?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-4962950411381635599</id><updated>2011-07-31T02:32:44.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>StoryPeople</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962950411381635599/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Paula Jung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300849936643754155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9116RsiFylk/SrnMb5gC-vI/AAAAAAAAAAg/I5ijYk2xycc/S220/7631_149107539539_649189539_3417841_3256785_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4962950411381635599.post-3588530555945077763</id><published>2010-01-12T20:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T15:04:40.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>moved on to pjung.tumblr.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4962950411381635599-3588530555945077763?l=paulajungsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/feeds/3588530555945077763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/2010/01/hm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962950411381635599/posts/default/3588530555945077763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962950411381635599/posts/default/3588530555945077763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/2010/01/hm.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula Jung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300849936643754155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9116RsiFylk/SrnMb5gC-vI/AAAAAAAAAAg/I5ijYk2xycc/S220/7631_149107539539_649189539_3417841_3256785_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4962950411381635599.post-8512177337469048669</id><published>2010-01-03T21:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T21:31:32.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jfdsagjkldsfjgjkldsfjlsajkgl&lt;br /&gt;fjdlafjdlajgkldajklfdajkl eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4962950411381635599-8512177337469048669?l=paulajungsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/feeds/8512177337469048669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/2010/01/jfdsagjkldsfjgjkldsfjlsajkgl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962950411381635599/posts/default/8512177337469048669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962950411381635599/posts/default/8512177337469048669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/2010/01/jfdsagjkldsfjgjkldsfjlsajkgl.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula Jung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300849936643754155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9116RsiFylk/SrnMb5gC-vI/AAAAAAAAAAg/I5ijYk2xycc/S220/7631_149107539539_649189539_3417841_3256785_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4962950411381635599.post-2318677243374641780</id><published>2009-11-15T20:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T15:08:52.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.poptronics.fr/local/cache-vignettes/L402xH500_jpg_avedon10girl-077ab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 402px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.poptronics.fr/local/cache-vignettes/L402xH500_jpg_avedon10girl-077ab.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I visited the Richard Avedon exhibit in San Francisco, this portrait stood out the most to me. I found myself staring in awe for at least 10 minutes, trying to figure what the emotions I was feeling exactly were and why they were there. I have yet to find out, (but it was her eyes).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4962950411381635599-2318677243374641780?l=paulajungsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/feeds/2318677243374641780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962950411381635599/posts/default/2318677243374641780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962950411381635599/posts/default/2318677243374641780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula Jung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300849936643754155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9116RsiFylk/SrnMb5gC-vI/AAAAAAAAAAg/I5ijYk2xycc/S220/7631_149107539539_649189539_3417841_3256785_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4962950411381635599.post-1566743644688813502</id><published>2009-11-12T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:12:08.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hideaway</title><content type='html'>oh..kay, i get it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b_OQpJQ3g3Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b_OQpJQ3g3Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4962950411381635599-1566743644688813502?l=paulajungsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/feeds/1566743644688813502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/2009/11/hideaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962950411381635599/posts/default/1566743644688813502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962950411381635599/posts/default/1566743644688813502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/2009/11/hideaway.html' title='hideaway'/><author><name>Paula Jung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300849936643754155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9116RsiFylk/SrnMb5gC-vI/AAAAAAAAAAg/I5ijYk2xycc/S220/7631_149107539539_649189539_3417841_3256785_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4962950411381635599.post-3465042275177858521</id><published>2009-11-10T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T21:22:08.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mathematics &amp; extrema</title><content type='html'>maxima: a few, when i'm with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;minima: plenty more than i need, but we'll talk about that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2519/4071862339_20d76cf151_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 259px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2519/4071862339_20d76cf151_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3494/4071862143_cb10022643_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 248px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3494/4071862143_cb10022643_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- peej&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/4962950411381635599-3465042275177858521?l=paulajungsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/feeds/3465042275177858521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/2009/11/mathematics-extrema.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962950411381635599/posts/default/3465042275177858521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962950411381635599/posts/default/3465042275177858521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/2009/11/mathematics-extrema.html' title='mathematics &amp; extrema'/><author><name>Paula Jung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300849936643754155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9116RsiFylk/SrnMb5gC-vI/AAAAAAAAAAg/I5ijYk2xycc/S220/7631_149107539539_649189539_3417841_3256785_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2519/4071862339_20d76cf151_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4962950411381635599.post-365070685422246196</id><published>2009-11-08T22:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T21:04:03.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;"Of course I'm not happy, she said to me, but I've got a degree in psychology so at least I can explain why."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4962950411381635599-365070685422246196?l=paulajungsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/feeds/365070685422246196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/2009/11/of-course-im-not-happy-she-said-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962950411381635599/posts/default/365070685422246196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962950411381635599/posts/default/365070685422246196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/2009/11/of-course-im-not-happy-she-said-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula Jung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300849936643754155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9116RsiFylk/SrnMb5gC-vI/AAAAAAAAAAg/I5ijYk2xycc/S220/7631_149107539539_649189539_3417841_3256785_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4962950411381635599.post-2034539779791361016</id><published>2009-11-08T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T21:04:13.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Different Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;     &lt;td colspan="2" class="story" width="400"&gt; &lt;span&gt;I don't know how long I can do this, she said. I think the universe has different plans for me &amp;amp; we sat there in silence &amp;amp; I thought to myself that this is the thing we all come to &amp;amp; this is the thing we all fight &amp;amp; if we are lucky enough to lose, our lives become beautiful with mystery again &amp;amp; I sat there silent because that is not something that can be said."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td height="30"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4962950411381635599-2034539779791361016?l=paulajungsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/feeds/2034539779791361016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/2009/11/different-plans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962950411381635599/posts/default/2034539779791361016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962950411381635599/posts/default/2034539779791361016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/2009/11/different-plans.html' title='&quot;Different Plans'/><author><name>Paula Jung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300849936643754155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9116RsiFylk/SrnMb5gC-vI/AAAAAAAAAAg/I5ijYk2xycc/S220/7631_149107539539_649189539_3417841_3256785_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4962950411381635599.post-5854488040182779983</id><published>2009-10-27T19:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T19:21:18.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>matters of consequence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9116RsiFylk/SueqlivF3gI/AAAAAAAAAC4/kdwRa4jFfhU/s1600-h/pgqPYUOpUmcm5pijWePTw4Qco1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9116RsiFylk/SueqlivF3gI/AAAAAAAAAC4/kdwRa4jFfhU/s400/pgqPYUOpUmcm5pijWePTw4Qco1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397470240383032834" 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/4962950411381635599-5854488040182779983?l=paulajungsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/feeds/5854488040182779983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/2009/10/matters-of-consequence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962950411381635599/posts/default/5854488040182779983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962950411381635599/posts/default/5854488040182779983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/2009/10/matters-of-consequence.html' title='matters of consequence'/><author><name>Paula Jung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300849936643754155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9116RsiFylk/SrnMb5gC-vI/AAAAAAAAAAg/I5ijYk2xycc/S220/7631_149107539539_649189539_3417841_3256785_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9116RsiFylk/SueqlivF3gI/AAAAAAAAAC4/kdwRa4jFfhU/s72-c/pgqPYUOpUmcm5pijWePTw4Qco1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4962950411381635599.post-6281605640410517098</id><published>2009-10-26T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T08:10:40.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I've realized...</title><content type='html'>"I've realized that I find true happiness in those rare connections you make with people. That connection you feel when your eyes meet for that split second and you know that they completely understand you and you completely understand them. That second where you feel completely whole and accepted by another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding that one person you can look at and start laughing for no reason...and not just regular laughing but uncontrollable laughing. Where the tears just stream down your face and your stomach hurts cause you cant breathe....its so beautiful.....that whole concept...the idea of not even being able to explain why you are laughing or what exactly is so funny...but you are just so happy to be with this one other person and no one else in that exact moment.  that......that is what makes me truly happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4962950411381635599-6281605640410517098?l=paulajungsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/feeds/6281605640410517098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-realized.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962950411381635599/posts/default/6281605640410517098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962950411381635599/posts/default/6281605640410517098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-realized.html' title='&quot;I&apos;ve realized...'/><author><name>Paula Jung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300849936643754155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9116RsiFylk/SrnMb5gC-vI/AAAAAAAAAAg/I5ijYk2xycc/S220/7631_149107539539_649189539_3417841_3256785_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4962950411381635599.post-204777725777104036</id><published>2009-10-21T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T22:44:59.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heartbroken&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4962950411381635599-204777725777104036?l=paulajungsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/feeds/204777725777104036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-so-heartbroken-you-are-so-loved-and.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962950411381635599/posts/default/204777725777104036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962950411381635599/posts/default/204777725777104036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-so-heartbroken-you-are-so-loved-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula Jung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300849936643754155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9116RsiFylk/SrnMb5gC-vI/AAAAAAAAAAg/I5ijYk2xycc/S220/7631_149107539539_649189539_3417841_3256785_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4962950411381635599.post-6434347763165217629</id><published>2009-10-19T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T04:06:02.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gravity, stay the hell away from me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2507/4009089301_893297a173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 234px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2507/4009089301_893297a173.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need rest. I need the world to stop for 2 seconds just for me; I'm sure it would be a benefit to the rest of the world anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually when I feel like this, I'm naturally inclined to being totally MIA, where I stop responding to the people I usually talk to, I stop staying after places I'm usually at, and I stop smiling. But that's exactly what I'm not allowed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling is terrible and I HATE it. I LOATHE it, and I want to KILL it. It's like in the far distance, I can see a tiny light up above me, and I try my best to reach for it and to keep my sight on it. But then suddenly I am aware of my surroundings; I start to focus on what reality tells me versus what God tries to tell me. As if Gravity itself, trying to bring me down, is telling me, "It was going to happen anyway, it's natural, and that's just how it will always be." And then I really start to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just keep me where the light is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4962950411381635599-6434347763165217629?l=paulajungsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/feeds/6434347763165217629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/2009/10/gravity-stay-hell-away-from-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962950411381635599/posts/default/6434347763165217629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962950411381635599/posts/default/6434347763165217629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/2009/10/gravity-stay-hell-away-from-me.html' title='Gravity, stay the hell away from me.'/><author><name>Paula Jung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300849936643754155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9116RsiFylk/SrnMb5gC-vI/AAAAAAAAAAg/I5ijYk2xycc/S220/7631_149107539539_649189539_3417841_3256785_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2507/4009089301_893297a173_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4962950411381635599.post-7517802406882935727</id><published>2009-10-11T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T20:27:01.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blahblahblah</title><content type='html'>BLAH. i feel so gross. nothing in my life is in order and there is no aim or direction. it makes me feel so uneasy. blah blah ablhab lbah i just need to get it all out gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many things i wish i could have. i wish i were smart and talented and filled with a great sense of security knowing that i have everything i need. and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4962950411381635599-7517802406882935727?l=paulajungsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/feeds/7517802406882935727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/2009/10/blahblahblah.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962950411381635599/posts/default/7517802406882935727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962950411381635599/posts/default/7517802406882935727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/2009/10/blahblahblah.html' title='Blahblahblah'/><author><name>Paula Jung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300849936643754155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9116RsiFylk/SrnMb5gC-vI/AAAAAAAAAAg/I5ijYk2xycc/S220/7631_149107539539_649189539_3417841_3256785_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4962950411381635599.post-499181480897525161</id><published>2009-10-05T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T23:09:09.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There are things to be said</title><content type='html'>But I don't know what I want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9116RsiFylk/SsrbxVni2II/AAAAAAAAABQ/ijGMNX1fSlU/s1600-h/IMG_2659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9116RsiFylk/SsrbxVni2II/AAAAAAAAABQ/ijGMNX1fSlU/s400/IMG_2659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389361544765298818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's my bud Domo for now. Hung out with him at the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9116RsiFylk/SsrcOPYFOSI/AAAAAAAAABY/J8C8YasSK6c/s1600-h/IMG_2662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9116RsiFylk/SsrcOPYFOSI/AAAAAAAAABY/J8C8YasSK6c/s400/IMG_2662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389362041306036514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But I think he got all mooded out and lonely or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9116RsiFylk/Ssrc_M9tzWI/AAAAAAAAABg/RlpBp9jkgIw/s1600-h/IMG_2679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9116RsiFylk/Ssrc_M9tzWI/AAAAAAAAABg/RlpBp9jkgIw/s400/IMG_2679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389362882472168802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9116RsiFylk/SsrdV_iSCOI/AAAAAAAAABo/NCzROV9gXYg/s1600-h/IMG_2678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9116RsiFylk/SsrdV_iSCOI/AAAAAAAAABo/NCzROV9gXYg/s400/IMG_2678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389363274004433122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I got annoyed and eventually ditched him at my neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note my brother bought me my first journal. It has completely blank pages = so much freedom. I am so excited to pour out allllllllllllllll my crazy thoughts, even the ugly ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope something will come along and refresh my mind. I want to feel refreshed. &lt;br /&gt;Good day to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4962950411381635599-499181480897525161?l=paulajungsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/feeds/499181480897525161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/2009/10/there-are-things-to-be-said.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962950411381635599/posts/default/499181480897525161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962950411381635599/posts/default/499181480897525161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/2009/10/there-are-things-to-be-said.html' title='There are things to be said'/><author><name>Paula Jung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300849936643754155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9116RsiFylk/SrnMb5gC-vI/AAAAAAAAAAg/I5ijYk2xycc/S220/7631_149107539539_649189539_3417841_3256785_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9116RsiFylk/SsrbxVni2II/AAAAAAAAABQ/ijGMNX1fSlU/s72-c/IMG_2659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4962950411381635599.post-1494160448552858688</id><published>2009-09-28T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T01:00:44.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Re: I Wrote This For You</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I focus too much on the grim areas of life and lose sight of what really matters, the brighter things (that are indubitably there).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4962950411381635599-1494160448552858688?l=paulajungsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/feeds/1494160448552858688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/2009/09/re-i-wrote-this-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962950411381635599/posts/default/1494160448552858688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962950411381635599/posts/default/1494160448552858688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/2009/09/re-i-wrote-this-for-you.html' title='Re: I Wrote This For You'/><author><name>Paula Jung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300849936643754155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9116RsiFylk/SrnMb5gC-vI/AAAAAAAAAAg/I5ijYk2xycc/S220/7631_149107539539_649189539_3417841_3256785_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4962950411381635599.post-1958377444474190146</id><published>2009-09-27T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T17:27:36.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wrote This For You</title><content type='html'>The feeling you get when you think of something amazing then forget it and know that it felt amazing but you can't remember the details. Then, minutes later, you remember it again and you're so grateful because you nearly lost something amazing, forever. Except, this time, it's a person. Not an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are You?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4962950411381635599-1958377444474190146?l=paulajungsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/feeds/1958377444474190146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wrote-this-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962950411381635599/posts/default/1958377444474190146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962950411381635599/posts/default/1958377444474190146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wrote-this-for-you.html' title='I Wrote This For You'/><author><name>Paula Jung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300849936643754155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9116RsiFylk/SrnMb5gC-vI/AAAAAAAAAAg/I5ijYk2xycc/S220/7631_149107539539_649189539_3417841_3256785_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4962950411381635599.post-9218410762942282148</id><published>2009-09-23T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T23:28:00.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Little Mysteries</title><content type='html'>As Kevn and I are walking to the bus together, something catches our eyes in the nearby bushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i37.tinypic.com/4vsnde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 208px;" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/4vsnde.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i33.tinypic.com/29nx939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 423px; height: 302px;" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/29nx939.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;an old photograph of two couples dancing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4962950411381635599-9218410762942282148?l=paulajungsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/feeds/9218410762942282148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/2009/09/lifes-little-mysteries.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962950411381635599/posts/default/9218410762942282148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962950411381635599/posts/default/9218410762942282148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/2009/09/lifes-little-mysteries.html' title='Life&apos;s Little Mysteries'/><author><name>Paula Jung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300849936643754155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9116RsiFylk/SrnMb5gC-vI/AAAAAAAAAAg/I5ijYk2xycc/S220/7631_149107539539_649189539_3417841_3256785_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i37.tinypic.com/4vsnde_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4962950411381635599.post-7766419502012796630</id><published>2009-09-22T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T22:30:18.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Start to an Old Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7L4oaLSWHrk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7L4oaLSWHrk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've tried blogging once before.. but it turned out to be a complete fail. I hope I can regain all that mad Xanga blogging skills I used to have back in 2005. For now my entries might be a little short on words because I'm not used to writing long posts and I seriously have no eloquence at all. Hopefully you can bear with me for a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed after school with KG (aka partner in crime) to work on some student government "human relations" related duties that we needed to tend to.. we have the crappiest job. seriously.  So after working for a bit we decided to leave to get to our junior class meeting at Cubberly and of course.. we miss the bus by 5 minutes and the next one doesn't come til another hour. classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm glad it happened. Chilling with my bud Kevin is... pretty chill. After waiting for an hour in the hot sun at the bus stop looking like total losers, we finally caught a bus and went to Cubberly.. but by then we were freaking hungry. So instead we decided to ditch the meeting to go to our new favorite place Mike's Mountain All You Can Eat Pizza for dinner. YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i37.tinypic.com/2z7nymr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 212px;" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/2z7nymr.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i36.tinypic.com/23r4wpk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 220px;" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/23r4wpk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.. there's something pretty cool about being the only customers at an All You Can Eat pizza shop in the middle of nowhere, reminiscing with a close friend about summer and the back-in-the-days, and singing "Forever Young" the whole time; there is something mysteriously unifying about the only two dedicated owners of the pizzeria making pizza just for us, and then joining us to watch Monday Football on the big screen. One thing I could say for sure, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this is what life should feel like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are moments in life that I truly treasure. It was one of those days that definitely needed a retro old-skool Polaroid camera to truly capture the essence of our day. I wish I had more days like these; I wish &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everybody &lt;/span&gt;had more days like these because quite frankly I don't know if they've ever even had the chance to. Sucks. But maybe that will give me the honor to show them what it's like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to end on a note of how grateful I am for the people I know. I don't have very many close friends, but the ones that I do have are... i dont know. such blessings. that sounds so generic though but i don't know how else to say it... that even though they most likely aren't aware of what's going on in my life they still have the power to be there for me. Pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it was such a long first post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4962950411381635599-7766419502012796630?l=paulajungsf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/feeds/7766419502012796630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-start-to-old-beginning.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962950411381635599/posts/default/7766419502012796630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4962950411381635599/posts/default/7766419502012796630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulajungsf.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-start-to-old-beginning.html' title='A New Start to an Old Beginning'/><author><name>Paula Jung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08300849936643754155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9116RsiFylk/SrnMb5gC-vI/AAAAAAAAAAg/I5ijYk2xycc/S220/7631_149107539539_649189539_3417841_3256785_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i37.tinypic.com/2z7nymr_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
