<?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-6375460481856742667</id><updated>2011-12-09T18:12:38.288+08:00</updated><category term='Clown Love'/><category term='Updates'/><category term='Fate'/><category term='Gifts'/><category term='CC Licensing'/><category term='Stories Available'/><category term='Affies'/><category term='Bad Woman'/><category term='Doll Prince'/><category term='Love like Diamond'/><category term='Oneshots'/><category term='Over Dose'/><category term='Dance'/><category term='Elephant Memory'/><category term='Freebies'/><title type='text'>story blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>233</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-2906902384259174599</id><published>2011-06-03T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T23:36:39.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa160/xiaoxi33/BW_blinkie.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chapter 10: Bad Woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Placing the last dish on the table, Sohee scanned the table to make sure that all of Yunho’s favourite food has been prepared. Retrieving the divorce papers from her handbag hanging by the chair, she placed it on the table as well and slowly pulled off her wedding band. Leaving it on top of the divorce papers, she went back to tidy up the kitchen before heading upstairs to prepare to leave for her flight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho slowly leaned forward to pick the novel off the floor and dusted it. Caressing the surface of the book where the pendent is, Yunho wanted to laugh at his foolishness. The empty feeling in his heart was because he missed out on an important bit of his life. She was there right in front of him to remind him, yet he dismissed it. Ayumi returned to fulfill their promise. He promised to take care of her and love her, but he forgot about his promise and thought that she referred to their marriage vows. He always thought that everything his parents and Jaejoong had told him was all of his memory and accepted it. However, his parents left out Ayumi. Why did she return as Yoo Sohee? He quickly ran his fingers through the pages. If this novel spoke about their love, then it would also contain the answers he needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers trembling as he skipped through the novel, Yunho came to realise the grief that Ayumi kept to herself. The family was caught in an accident soon after they migrated to Japan. Ayumi was the sole survivor and was adopted by another Korean family living in Japan. They renamed her as Yoo Sohee and brought her up as if she was their own. They never allowed her to go hungry even when their business was caught up in financial problems. In order to repay their kindness, Ayumi strived to be the best author so that she could care for them in return. When he debuted with DBSK, Ayumi was elated because she now knew where to find him and could always remain updated with his latest happenings. All these while she never once forget about him and worked towards a reunion with him. However when she returned, his heart has already been given to Jaejoong. He treated her coldly and saw her as a scheming woman. Snapping the book shut, Yunho sprung up from his seat and dashed for his car. He has to see Ayumi now. He needs to explain everything to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I hope the book sells well. Nobody will realise the Yunho that I wrote about is DBSK’s Jung Yunho right? I even changed DBSK and Jaejoong’s name in the novel… why am I concerned if his fans will go nuts when they realise that I’m writing about him? Since I’m leaving already, this is none of my business.” Sohee placed her novel back on the shelf and made her way out of the bookstore with her luggage behind her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Although Jaejoong went through those trainee days where I lost my memory with me, I made a promise to Ayumi too. Those promises I didn’t keep scarred her heart.” Yunho frantically redialed Sohee’s number as he sped back to his house. “Why isn’t she answering her phone?!” he slammed his fist against the steering wheel as he stopped at a red light. ‘Jaejoong knew too little about me since we just started being trainees together when I lost my memory in the accident, hence he couldn’t tell me anything. But why did my parents purposely leave out those memories? If they hadn’t done that, maybe things would not turn out this way today.’ Yunho jammed his leg on the gas pedal as soon as the light turned green. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grinning at the fresh ingredients he picked up after lessons, Jaejoong slowed his car to a stop in front of Yunho’s house. He had cancelled his last lesson because he wanted to cook dinner for Yunho. Carrying the paper bags in his arms, he went over to ring the doorbell. “Is Yunho not home? But why isn’t Yoo Sohee home either? Did they go out for dinner together?” Jaejoong frowned as he went back to his car. Just then, Yunho’s car pulled over beside his and Yunho scurried out anxiously. “Yunho-ah!” Yunho went right past him, seemingly to have not notice that he knocked into the bags Jaejoong was carrying. Dropping all of his groceries, Jaejoong’s frown deepened and followed Yunho into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yunho, what’s wrong with you?” Yunho ignored his question and sprinted upstairs to look for Sohee. Poking his head into the rooms, he ran downstairs again when he couldn’t locate her. “Ayumi, where are you?” Jaejoong followed behind him aimlessly into the dining room. “Who is Ayumi?” Jaejoong bumped into Yunho when he suddenly stopped in his tracks. Yunho moved towards the dining table full of food. Picking up a fork, he tried one of the dishes. It was made just the way he liked it. He continued to taste the rest of the food. “I’ve never once properly tasted her cooking…” Yunho dropped the fork when he noticed the papers at a corner of the table. Recognizing the ring on the papers as their wedding band, Yunho felt his heart thumping wildly as he reached for it. Beside him, Jaejoong looked on in confusion but yelled in joy when he saw the divorce papers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She’s finally letting you go! She signed the papers!” Jaejoong shook Yunho by his shoulders as she shouted happily. Yunho remained in a daze as he looked at the signature and the ring in his hand. There’s no warmth to the ring. Sohee must have left this here some time ago. Closing his hand around the ring, he gripped onto the papers with his other hand and ran back upstairs to the bedroom. Yunho pulled open the wardrobe and cupboards wildly only to discover that Sohee’s belongings have all vanished. “No… I’ve yet to explain to her…” Yunho muttered as he rummaged through his belongings. “She must’ve left something behind. She lived here for so long, how can she not leave any traces of her behind? Where is she? How am I going to find her?” Jaejoong ran into the room, baffled by Yunho’s actions. Why does it seem like Yunho is not the least happy about Yoo Sohee leaving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She really didn’t leave anything behind…” Yunho finally gave up and sat down leaning against the wardrobe. Looking at the ring, Yunho felt apologetic for not being able to remember Sohee and treating her shoddily. “What’s wrong? Why are you suddenly acting like this? You’re scaring me.” Jaejoong knelt down beside Yunho and held his hand. Yunho looked at him with dilated eyes, body trembling in attempt to control his emotions and tears. “Sohee is Ayumi… I forgot about her and our promise. Now she left… she left…” he closed his eyes tightly and rested his head against the wardrobe. “It’s too late now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘All along, I was just concerned about my own happiness and neglected your happiness. You clouded my mind and heart. I selfishly held you back because I couldn’t let go when I thought I had happiness. It‘s time to free you now if I really love you. If my love caused you hurt, I’m sorry that I love you…’ Sohee gazed out of the plane window. “If we were not fated, why did we meet? But if we were fated, why are we parting now?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-END-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A/N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY!! After so long, this is finally the end of Bad Woman. &lt;br /&gt;I hope anyone (if there is at all) who has been reading this enjoyed it as much as I wrote it. And happy birthday to myself! In another few minutes it would be Micky Yoochun's birthday! :D&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-2906902384259174599?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/2906902384259174599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=2906902384259174599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/2906902384259174599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/2906902384259174599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2011/06/bad-woman.html' title='Bad Woman'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-507095595907649739</id><published>2011-05-16T21:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T21:30:10.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pounding Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa160/xiaoxi33/BW_blinkie.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chapter 9: Pounding Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting on her coat, Sohee pulled her hair back into a messy up-do bun and dusted some blush onto her pale cheeks. “What have you done to yourself, Yoo Sohee? You look pathetic. Yoo Sohee isn’t a feeble woman. Yoo Sohee is a bad woman. I’m confident of myself and I always get what I want even if I scheme. That’s me. That’s Yoo Sohee.” She self-hypnotised as she worked on projecting a perfect image. If she can’t fix her heart, then the least she can do is make sure she appears just fine. Even if she can’t get Jung Yunho, she will leave him a strong image as a bad woman. “It won’t be long now. Just hold out for a bit more, and I promise I will let you go, Yunho…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After submitting her work, Sohee headed to the super mart to do some grocery shopping. She managed to complete the novel way before the deadline, so now all that’s left is to maintain her role as Yunho’s virtuous wife for the remaining time left. Looking at the fresh vegetables, Sohee instantly reached for Yunho’s favourite. Hearing someone call her name, Sohee spun around and smiled warmly as she greeted the other ladies. She has mingled well with the others and they have been extremely kind to her. Everyone has always been nice to Sohee – except Yunho and Jaejoong. “Grocery shopping again? Your husband is so lucky to have a pretty wife come pick up the fresh goods everyday to prepare delicious meal for him!” they chuckled. Sohee smiled faintly. If only Yunho saw her as such a lovely wife too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere between Yunho and Jaejoong remained cordial from their promises as they ate the lunch that Jaejoong prepared. Yunho dug into the lunch blissfully. Jaejoong had prepared all his favourite dishes. “Eat slowly; you don’t want to suffer from indigestion.” Jaejoong passed him the soup. “Drink some soup to wash the food down!” Yunho gladly gulped down the soup. As long as it is food prepared by Jaejoong, he is most willing to gobble it down. ‘I will need to press Sohee for a divorce as soon as possible so Jaejoong can move over to live with me.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sohee jolt awake as the clock struck 1AM. Glancing at the untouched dinner she has prepared, she slowly picked up the bin to trash everything. It had been like this every day, yet she still busied herself with the dinner every day, hoping that for just one day, Yunho would return home to have dinner with her. Taking the trash out, Sohee recognized the car parked nearby as Yunho’s car. She could vaguely make out two figures. Momentarily rooted to the ground from what she witnessed, Sohee dropped the trash bags quickly and dashed back into the house. Placing a hand over her heart, she tried to stop it from aching. “I can’t take this anymore… Because of love, I’m willing to lose everything for you, but the more I love you, the more you push me away. Because you already have Jaejoong…” tears clouded her vision. “Can a heart actually explode? Because it feels like my heart is going to explode from this agony…” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having made her way back to the room, Sohee hid herself beneath the blanket as she allowed her tears to fall freely. Tomorrow her book would be officially published in all major bookstores. Everything is coming to an end, just like the last chapter in her novel had described. Sohee reached to the bedside table and pulled open the drawer. Retrieving the divorce papers, her fingers gently traced her signature on it. It is time to end everything as in the last chapter of her novel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, Ayumi had to accept that the man who loved her dearly has moved on in her absence. While she gripped onto the promise made before her family migrated to Japan, Yunho has forgotten the promise and moved on when a better person came along.  He forgot about the necklace that he brought with his own abilities, and the promise to Ayumi about building their future with his abilities. Instead, he made those same promises to his new lover and proved to Ayumi that his current love is much stronger than the one he had for her. Finally acknowledging their love, Ayumi had no choice but to step out. Since the day she left, from the protagonist, she had become the antagonist. The space she left behind was filled. As much as she wanted to claim her love again, she can only hold onto her bad wishes of wanting Yunho all for herself and free him.&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wandering around the streets, Yunho sighed. Jaejoong had extra vocal classes to give today and he didn’t want to return home to face Sohee. Although she has been slowly distancing herself, Yunho still doesn’t want to have much to do with her. Furthermore, the necklace she wore always gave him a bad headache whenever he sees it. Recently it got worse, as lights started blinding him while he had one of those headaches. It was like something is about to burst in his head. Stopping his tracks in front of a bookstore, Yunho decided to pick up a book he could read over a cup of coffee. As soon as he entered, he noticed the row of newly released books that were heavily advertised. On the cover was the pendent that Sohee wore around her neck.  Checking out the author, he was surprised when it read ‘Yoo Sohee’. Deciding to purchase the book, Yunho wondered what could possibly be written in this novel that boasted ‘#1 bestselling author in Japan’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sipping his coffee, Yunho made himself comfortable at the café as he flipped the novel open. Leafing through the pages, his eyebrows furrowed together as the scenes depicted in the novel flashed through his mind constantly. Where did he read this novel before? Why is there this familiarity, yet it all seemed so distant? Was it déjà vu? Reading closely, the scenes in his mind became more vivid as he made out the features of a young girl in his mind. The fogginess clogging his mind vanished as he slowly recognized the happenings in the novel as a distant fragment of his own memory. Dropping the book, he tugged at his hair as the splitting pain sliced through his mind.  The flashbacks occurred rapidly as the burst of colours engulfed his mind. “Ayumi…” he mumbled. “Yoo Sohee… Ayumi…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you think we should tell Yunho about his memory?” Mr. Jung pondered as he saved and closed his file. “Since he’s married now, he should be able to get over that girl pretty soon.”&lt;br /&gt;“He’s living well now, why do you want to tell him about that past and confuse him?” Mrs. Jung looked up from her knitting. “What if he asks us how she looks like? It’s not like he even brought her home to show us before. We’ve only heard about her.” &lt;br /&gt;“But we can’t hide this from Yunho forever. He has the right to know about his past too.” Mr. Jung took off his spectacles and pulled his laptop cover shut. &lt;br /&gt;“Do as you deem fit then. I’m not going to take part in this anymore. Why does our son have to be thinking about some girl who left him and migrated to Japan and never once contacted him again? Yunho kept talking about earning a lot of money and went to audition for S.M. Entertainment and look what happened to him. When he got into an accident we couldn’t even contact that girl and our son has to lose all his memory and restart his life.” Mrs. Jung recalled angrily. “It was all for her that he wanted to get into the entertainment industry so that the girl can easily find him and he can earn a lot of money. But in the end he hurts himself missing her day and night. I’m never going to remind Yunho about this girl!” Mrs. Jung exclaimed agitatedly and threw her knit work on the table. “We told him all of his life as it is. He doesn’t have to know we took out that portion of his love life.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A/N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if anyone is reading this story still?&lt;br /&gt;There's only 1 last chapter left!&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-507095595907649739?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/507095595907649739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=507095595907649739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/507095595907649739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/507095595907649739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2011/05/pounding-heart.html' title='Pounding Heart'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-4710834382989319704</id><published>2011-05-05T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T19:02:41.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painful Promises</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa160/xiaoxi33/BW_blinkie.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chapter 8: Painful Promises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolting awake, Sohee found herself in the warmth of her bed and blanket. “When did I get home?” Sohee sat up and tried to recall what happened. She was having a talk with Yunho on the swings. A talk with Yunho – where is Yunho then? Sohee got out of bed and wandered out of the room. Nearing the staircase, she could hear two voices conversing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What will you do if the whole world opposes to us? What if they can’t accept YunJae being real? I know we have quite a handful of YunJae fans, but what about those that can’t accept us?” Yunho’s eyes fluttered open when he heard Jaejoong’s question. The same questions that he couldn’t answer Sohee. His gaze remained fixed on Jaejoong for a long time. Neither spoke a single word. Sohee could see them in full view and hear their conversation clearly from where she was standing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho gazed longingly at Jaejoong with pain, uncertainty and confusion mixed in his eyes. Jaejoong reached his trembling hand out to caress Yunho’s cheek. It was like as if they had communicated through their gaze. Jaejoong could see the uncertainty that Yunho had about their future. And because of that uncertainty, he could not give Jaejoong a confirmation. That pained him. His love for Jaejoong is blazing, but he could not do anything to have the world accept their relationship. And the last thing he wanted was to give Jaejoong a love that has not blessed by everyone. Because Jaejoong is so valuable to him, he should be given only the best. Someone flawless like Jaejoong should have a perfect life with his lover. He shouldn’t have to be put under scrutiny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaejoong held onto Yunho’s hand tightly, understanding everything that Yunho communicated through his eyes. Tears flowed down his porcelain cheeks as he struggled to let his thoughts be known. “It doesn’t matter… I’m strong as long as I have you by my side. You’re all I need. Those people don’t know anything about us. They are not the ones directing our love, so why should we bother with them?” Yunho tenderly wiped those tears away. “I was hesitant about our future. I couldn’t be tough like I usually am as DBSK’s leader. Are you okay with that? Can you settle for me that am feeling so unsure? I might just give up any minute and leave you. Are you fine with a love so doubtful?” &lt;br /&gt;Jaejoong nodded his head firmly. He knew that his heart has already been unlocked for Yunho, and he has lost his key to open up his heart again to let him out or allow another to enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Covering her mouth so her sobs wouldn’t be heard, Sohee felt her legs giving way beneath her as she collapsed on the floor. She has been holding onto hope that Yunho would return to her side. But right now, his heart is thoroughly filled with Jaejoong, leaving no gaps for her to wedge in. Clutching onto the pendent hanging around her neck, she closed her eyes painfully to remember the promise that they had made together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;“When we grow up, I will marry you for sure! Even if you can’t return, I will go find you, so you must wait for me!” they hooked their pinkies together to seal the promise. Revealing a pink pendent, he placed it around her neck and secured it. “I brought this with the money I made working part-time. This isn’t very expensive or fancy, but this is brought with my own abilities. With my own abilities, I will also work hard so we can have a good life when we get married!” &lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jaejoong, I promise to fight harder for our relationship to be accepted. Just lend me your strength at any time when I feel tired, okay?” Jaejoong nodded enthusiastically. “Shall we hook pinkies to seal our promise?” Yunho held up his pinkie with a childish grin. Chuckling, Jaejoong held out his pinkie and hooked it with Yunho’s. Witnessing them pledge their love and future, Sohee slowly dragged her feet back to her room. Pulling the necklace off forcefully in one swipe, Sohee caressed the surface of the pendent that she treasured over the years. “I never forgot our promise. I came back. But you forgot. You fell in love with Kim Jaejoong and forgot about me. You forgot about our promise.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sohee spent the whole night typing away on her laptop. The deadline is drawing near, and she has to complete her novel. This is her first publication in Korea and no delays shall be tolerated. However, even her passion for writing can’t curb the heartache she felt. As she got through the chapters, her heart throbbed more painfully. Her first and only love that she always remembered as young and innocent is now causing her immense pain. Sohee’s typing speed increased dramatically to match up to her overflowing emotions poured into the novel. Although she had planned on a happy ending after the reunion, it is now impossible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running upstairs to get a change of clothes, Yunho was surprised to find Sohee awake and typing on her laptop. Unsure of how he should go about greeting her, he awkwardly made his way to the wardrobe to get his clothes while throwing a few glances at her. Sohee’s focus remained fixed on her laptop and never once looked in his direction. Picking out what he wanted, Yunho was about to leave the room when he notice something similar to a cut on her neck. “Are you injured?” he shifted closer to get a better look and gasped when the wound was in full view. “How did you get injured? Did you yank off your necklace?” he noticed the blood-stained necklace beside the laptop. He froze when Sohee finally looked at him with her swollen eyes – aftereffects from crying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After making a lunch date and seeing Jaejoong out the door, Yunho went to get the first aid kit. Sohee remained seated where he had told her to, waiting silently for him to return while clutching onto the necklace. “What were you thinking? If you couldn’t remove it you should just ask for help and not tug it off.” Yunho nagged as he worked on the wound. “What if there’s an infection?”&lt;br /&gt;“Are you concerned about me right now?” &lt;br /&gt;“What are you talking about?” Yunho was caught off guard by her words. “I mean, we do live together so we should look out for each other. We can’t always be ignoring each other.” &lt;br /&gt;“You’re the one ignoring me all these while. I’ve been trying to get closer to you, but you run further when I try to get even a little closer.” &lt;br /&gt;“That’s because you tricked me into this marriage! How long more are we going to continue like this anyway? You know I have–” &lt;br /&gt;“Don’t pity me. Don’t show your kindness to me.” Sohee stopped his hand that was sticking a plaster on her neck. “If you want me to let go, then you can’t do this.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fixing the plaster on her own, Sohee passed the necklace to Yunho. “Put this on for me.” Although bewildered, he did as he was told. ‘Exactly the same as when he put this on me for the first time…’ Sohee thought bitterly. Yunho felt his head throbbing again as he struggled to clasp on the necklace. When he finally let go after it was done, Yunho massaged his temples furiously with a frown. Holding onto the pendent, Sohee looked at him worriedly. “Are you alright?” &lt;br /&gt; “Didn’t you say not to show you kindness? Then don’t bother about me too much too.” Yunho said nonchalantly.&lt;br /&gt;“Fine by me. Just as I thought, it’s not the same at all anyway.” Sohee pulled a smile and suppressed the tears in her eyes as she lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A/N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A real fast update! :D&lt;br /&gt;I will try to update once a week. Let's make this a promise okay? And hope it wont turn out like a painful promise i cant keep xD&lt;br /&gt;Please drop me a comment if you enjoyed this chapter! :D&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-4710834382989319704?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/4710834382989319704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=4710834382989319704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/4710834382989319704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/4710834382989319704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2011/05/painful-promises.html' title='Painful Promises'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-8697228134262223988</id><published>2011-04-28T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T18:22:00.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa160/xiaoxi33/BW_blinkie.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chapter 7: Burning Questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glancing at Yunho’s car, Jaejoong deduced that he must be at home. Why did he rush off in such a hurry though? So much so that he did not even notice Jaejoong’s existence when he dashed past him. In any case, he must be home with Sohee right now. What are they doing in the house? Haven’t Yunho been avoiding her? Why did he suddenly want to see her? Are they possibly going to get divorced? The more Jaejoong thought about it, the more apprehensive he felt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sohee-ah, how long have you been married with Yunho? How long have you guys been dating secretly?” Mrs. Jung grinned as she wiped dry the plates Sohee washed.&lt;br /&gt;“We’re married for nearly two months now. We knew each other for a long time.”&lt;br /&gt;“A long time?” Mrs. Jung paused briefly. ‘A long time probably referring to after Yunho moved out to stay alone? But didn’t he move out because we could not accept that he is seeing Jaejoong? Unless Yunho thought it through after living alone and decided to date Sohee?’ Glancing at Sohee who remained focused on washing, Mrs. Jung could not help but wonder how did Yunho meet her and how did she manage to change Yunho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you sure you don’t want to stay over? It’s pretty late.” Yunho questioned for the nth time. Mrs. Jung shook her head and grinned. “You’re are still newly-wedded, I understand you need some time alone with Sohee at night. I will be anticipating my grandchildren!”  Yunho gaped at his mother’s words whilst Sohee blushed. “Go in quickly, no need to send us off!” &lt;br /&gt;“Please drive carefully!” Sohee reminded Mr. Jung as they got on the car. Watching Yunho and Sohee wave until the car went out of sight, Jaejoong let out a sigh of relief seeing that Yunho’s parents were the reason why he was flustered. He was about to drive off when he saw the both of them walking away from the house instead of going in. Grabbing his phone and wallet, Jaejoong hastily stuffed them into his pocket and hopped out of his car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That was a nice façade you had on in front of my parents. So perfect that nobody could tell your scheming plan.” Yunho’s words came biting.&lt;br /&gt;“Façade? I actually enjoyed being around your parents. They’re so fun to be with. Although my adoptive parents do treat me really well, they are way too busy with work. I always cook and eat my meals alone. Even after marriage it’s still like this…” Sohee smiled bitterly, causing a pang of guilt to shoot through Yunho.&lt;br /&gt;“In any case, thanks for being so cooperative today and not causing any trouble.” Yunho pushed away the rising guilt. “If only you’re so cooperative as well about the divorce.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Is Jaejoong really worth your love? So dear to you that you’re willing to turn gay for him? Have you thought of my feelings? Have you thought of your parents? What about the eyes of everyone else? Can you ignore everyone and live with Jaejoong happily?” Sohee sat on the swing and pushed herself off gently. Hiding behind the bushes nearby, Jaejoong held back his breathing, curious and anxious about the answer. Settling himself on the swing next to Sohee, Yunho could not give her a reply. He probably does not care much about Sohee’s stance on this, but his parents gave birth to him. He has to answer them for his actions and decisions. And would the world accept ‘yunjae’ if it was indeed real? Apart from the yunjae-supportive Cassiopeians, can everyone agree upon their relationship or will they eye them differently? What if Jaejoong is hurt in this process?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep in his thoughts, Yunho did not notice when Sohee stopped swinging and remained still. When he finally shivered from the chilly night breeze and snapped out of his trance, he realised that Sohee had fallen asleep with her arms wrapped around her body tightly. Initially wanting to wake her up, he recalled how busy she had been whipping up dinner and decided against it. Gently picking her off the swing, he carried her securely as he returned in the direction of their house. Crouched in a tiny ball for warmth, the stinging pain from the cold could not beat the heartache Jaejoong felt when Yunho failed to give an answer to Sohee’s questions. Not only so, he had to witness Yunho’s kindness towards Sohee. Struggling to straighten himself, Jaejoong stared long and hard at Yunho’s retreating figure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tucking Sohee under the warmth of the blanket, Yunho dimmed the lights before heading to the kitchen to brew a cup of warm tea. Watching the steam slowly rise up, he thought about Sohee’s questions again. “Will I really have a future with Jaejoong? Can I really promise something towards Jaejoong?” Yunho took his mobile phone and browsed through the pictures he had taken with Jaejoong.  The image of Sohee’s necklace then flashed through his mind. Groaning in pain, he pushed his phone away and clutched at his hair. This time, the headache was worse than the previous time. Resting his head on the table top, Yunho took deep breathes and tried to calm himself down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I need an answer. I need it right now.” Jaejoong’s fists remained tightly balled as he stood before Yunho’s door. As he slowly raised his finger to press the doorbell, he realised that he was trembling. Was it due to the cold, or did it stem out of fear? What if Yunho’s response disappointed him? Slowly pulling back his finger, Jaejoong stared hard at the door, wishing he could see through it and know what is happening between Yunho and Yoo Sohee right now. Chuckling bitterly at himself, he shook his head and firmly pressed the doorbell. “Love really makes one turn into a coward. But if I want to know, I need to overcome all fears.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho practically dragged himself over to answer the door. As soon as he saw Jaejoong, a smile lit up on his face immediately. Yunho pulled him into an embrace before Jaejoong could say anything. “Just five minutes. I just need to recharge with your strength for five minutes.” Yunho muttered softly. Jaejoong’s determined gaze softened. ‘Yunho seemed to be really tired out. Maybe having his parents over earlier had drained him of all his energy.’ Although Jaejoong himself felt mentally drained, he remained still and supported Yunho, hoping to provide whatever strength possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long while, Yunho finally released Jaejoong and brought him over to the living room. “I just made some freshly brewed tea. It’s freezing cold outside, so this tea would definitely warm you up!” Yunho smiled gently as he poured Jaejoong a cup. Nodding, Jaejoong took a sip. The tea left him feeling refreshed. He eyed as Yunho sipped his tea, closing his eyes and relaxing. “Yunho-ah,” Jaejoong started cautiously. “What will you do if the whole world opposes to us? What if they can’t accept YunJae being real? I know we have quite a handful of YunJae fans, but what about those that can’t accept us?” Yunho’s eyes fluttered open when he heard Jaejoong’s question. The same questions that he couldn’t answer Sohee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A/N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's finally a update for Bad Woman! When i opened up this file I saw this chapter half completed, so I quickly completed it and posted it up. I'm now working on the next chapter! And honestly speaking, I think Chapter 10 might very possibly be te last chapter (if i can manage it to chapter 10 LOL). There really isn't a lot left to be told in this story. I guess you can actually say this fanfic is short and sweet in a sense? There aren't really a lot of action and twists in Bad Woman like what I usually plan for in my fanfics.&lt;br /&gt;Please drop me a comment if you enjoyed this chapter! :D&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-8697228134262223988?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/8697228134262223988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=8697228134262223988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/8697228134262223988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/8697228134262223988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2011/04/burning-questions.html' title='Burning Questions'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-8807652339358624052</id><published>2011-04-20T18:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T18:31:47.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In-Laws</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa160/xiaoxi33/BW_blinkie.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chapter 6: In-Laws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Massaging his throbbing temples, Yunho nodded and replied politely to his mother who has been nagging constantly over the phone for the past hour. He stifled a yawn and was shaking his head to try to prevent himself from falling asleep when he suddenly jolt awake. “W-what?! You’re coming over with appa now? Wait, umma! Wait!” Yunho shouted as he stared at his mobile phone after his umma hung up on him. Groaning in frustration, he quickly grabbed his bag and dashed out of Mirotic School, not noticing Jaejoong as he ran past him. Looking at Yunho’s back view, Jaejoong wondered what has cropped up to cause him to be so frantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cursing at the traffic light, Yunho wished that his glare and turn the light green. “Shopping, movies, anything! I have to get Sohee out of the house before appa and umma arrive!” usually a law-abiding citizen, Yunho is struggling to curb his urge of jamming his leg on the gas pedal before the light turns green again. Cutting off the engine as he pulled the car to a stop before his house, he swiftly grab his belongings and scurried into the house, shouting loudly. “Sohee!” Sohee lifted her head from her laptop and glanced around the room. “I must be daydreaming… how can Yunho be home at this time…” shaking her head, she turned her focus back to writing. Just as she was hitting the save button, a series of knocks at the door sent her jumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sohee, grab your coat! Take this money and go shopping with it or invite your friends to a movie!” Yunho hurriedly pulled her up from the chair and went to the closet to grab a random coat. Looking at him all flustered, Sohee crossed her arms and grinned. “Are you coming with me? If you’re not shopping with me, I’m not going. If you’re not the one watching a movie with me, I’m not going too.” she settled comfortably back into her chair and continued typing. “Furthermore, I have a deadline to meet.” Yunho looked at her with his eyes widened. He should’ve known it would not be so easy getting her out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruffling his hair in frustration, he sat on the edge of the bed and tried to convince her. “Just go out and have fun! You’re always at home ever since we got married. Go out and get some fresh air!” Silence was Sohee‘s answer, leaving only the tapping of her nails against the keyboard to cut through the silence. Never feeling so perturbed and anxious before, Yunho completely lost his ability to think properly. “Sohee, please. Take it as I’m asking for a favor. Just get out of the house!” seeing how troubled he seem to be, Sohee was going to agree when the doorbell rang.&lt;br /&gt;“Crap.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yunho-ah, what took you so long to answer the door?” Mrs. Jung walked in straightaway when her son opened the door. Following in was Yunho’s father, scrutinizing the interior of the house. Seeing how it looked tidier and neater as compared to his last visit, his father silently heaved a sigh of relief. Ever since his son moved out, his wife has been nagging all day about Yunho’s health, whether he is eating his nutrients and if the house is organized. Pulling open the refrigerator, Mrs. Jung exclaimed in surprised. “Yunho-ah, did you learn how to cook? You actually went grocery shopping!” she beamed excitedly at her son. “What dishes do you know how to cook? It’s important to eat healthily since you’re living alone. Why don’t you just move back so umma can take care of your health better?” she started going through the refrigerator, looking at what her son has in it. Not paying attention to his mother, Yunho kept glancing up the stairs just in case Sohee came downstairs. Noticing his odd behavior, Mrs. Jung followed his gaze up the stairs. “Is there someone upstairs?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening the door slightly, Sohee poked her head out and took a glimpse. Seeing that there is nobody around, she stepped out of the room and made her way to the staircase. ‘Who is here? Why can’t I step out of the room? Did Jaejoong come over?’ Sohee frowned at the thought of her enemy. Just as she rounded the corner to step down the staircase, Sohee screamed as she nearly bumped into the man coming up. Grabbing him quickly, she steadied the both of them before anyone fell. “Omo! Why is there a lady here?” Mr. Jung studied her closely. Hearing the commotion, Yunho who was trying to explain to his mother spun around and darted out of the kitchen. Closely following was Mrs. Jung. “What lady? Yunho-ah, you’re hiding a lady in your house?” Yunho uttered a curse in his mind as he took the stairs two steps at a time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?! Married?!” Mr. Jung shouted agitatedly. “You punk! You didn’t even tell us that you’re married!”&lt;br /&gt;“When did you get married? Was it because it’s a rush wedding that’s why you didn’t have time to inform us? Could it be because… is Sohee pregnant?” Mrs. Jung grinned as she held onto Sohee’s hands tightly and chattered on excitedly. “Sohee-ah, thank you so much for marrying our Yunho! He’s so stubborn at times that even I feel like disowning him, but what can I do? He’s my son after all. I‘m glad there‘s a lady that can stand our Yunho to marry him and set up a family together.” Sohee smiled sweetly at Mrs. Jung, nodding as she listened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Jung kept complimenting Sohee as she watched her chopped the onions and diced the capsicum expertly, “Yunho is so lucky to marry you! You’re so good at cooking, it must be in the genes. Your umma must be a great cook too! Let’s arrange a day to meet your parents!”&lt;br /&gt;“My blood related umma was really good at cooking. But my biological parents had passed away. My adoptive parents are in Japan and always up to their neck with work. Perhaps that‘s why I mastered the art of culinary!” the smile never left Sohee’s face although she was talking about something that must have caused her immense grief. Studying Sohee, Mrs. Jung felt that Yunho have really gotten himself a rare gem. Her son has always been obstinate by nature, so his spouse would have to be someone who is also strong in character to stand firm her ground yet gentle enough to avoid getting into conflicts with Yunho. It seemed to her that Sohee makes a fantastic daughter-in-law. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You punk, how could you get married without letting your family know?” Mr. Jung glared at his son although he was secretly feeling pleased. He is furious about his son’s undisclosed marriage, but seeing that Yunho has finally settled down has set his mind at ease. Yunho hangs out with Jaejoong so much that it worried him when Yunho announced that he is in a relationship with Jaejoong. Of course he had to oppose to his only son being gay. And that’s when Yunho decided to move out, causing even more headache. Now that his son is finally married, he can stop distressing over his son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So how did Yunho propose to you? Was it romantic? Was there a large audience witnessing?”&lt;br /&gt;“Umma, just eat before the food gets cold.” Yunho quickly interrupted.&lt;br /&gt;“Well… it’s kind of embarrassing but I actually forced Yunho to marry me. He didn’t seem to want to get married and I don’t want to wait any longer.” Sohee smiled sheepishly. Yunho turned to her sharply and quickly lowered his head to eat. &lt;br /&gt;“Luckily you took the initiative! Otherwise I’ll probably have to wait until all of my hair turn grey before he is willing to get married.” Mrs. Jung kicked Yunho’s leg under the table. “You sure are focused with eating. I know Sohee’s cooking is great, but aren’t you going to pick some food for your wife?” Yunho struggled to keep his sigh from escaping. Seems like his parents really like Sohee. How is he going to get divorced easily now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A/N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dont understand why I didnt post up this chapter earlier. I actually completed this chapter a long time ago! I even wrote an A/N for this chapter but I havent posted it up =.=&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I originally typed for A/N - &lt;br /&gt;I wish I can make Mrs. Jung more fun, but I had to consider Yunho’s character too xD&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been watching Playful Kiss and Baek Seung Jo’s umma is really fun to watch, that’s why I wanted someone with this character in Bad Woman as well! I totally adore the bond between BSJ’s umma and Hani! xD&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy chapter 6!&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-8807652339358624052?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/8807652339358624052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=8807652339358624052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/8807652339358624052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/8807652339358624052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2011/04/in-laws.html' title='In-Laws'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-8584420172951151610</id><published>2011-04-12T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T14:47:45.259+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;UPDATED ON 12TH APRIL 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! I cant believe it has been nearly a year since i last updated. &lt;br /&gt;School took up all my time now, with the projects and all. Whenever I had a little free time i would rather rest and catch up on my much lacking sleep. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to say that Bad Woman is STILL not completed yet. I will finish this eventually - i know i will, i just don't know when. &lt;br /&gt;Can i ask for everyone to stay and wait for me? Even though I really have no idea who is still with me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;reminiscing-pandora&lt;/em&gt;  has been around for the longest time now, and i can't imagine what will it be like if i someday decide to close this place down. I've thought about it, but i shall say that day is never going to come so soon!&lt;br /&gt;My passion for writing is still very much alive! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm recently dabbling with photoshop in my spare time. I hope someday i will be able to create my own fanfic poster or blog header! I'm still working hard though, because i'm far lacking compared to the professionals around here *ahem* PHEBS *coughs* Jusce *cough cough* Michelle *ahem* just to name a few HAHAHAHAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I'm juggling a parttime job as well? Yeah, life is really hectic right now! &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really wish to take a good holiday somewhere quiet with nice natural scenery. I'd be sipping a nice cup of coffee, reading a nice novel and enjoing the breeze. LOL now my imagination is bringing me places when i'm in the middle of my update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope my next update wouldn't be nearly a year later! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATED PART 2 OF TWOSHOT: TILL MY LAST BREATH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2011/04/till-my-last-breath-part-2.html"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATED ON 28TH MAY 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone, i'm not sure how many of you are still with me and reading this update right now. i know i havent been updating for a month plus now. i'm really sorry about this! actually i had the next chapter of Bad Woman ready a long long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;but school work was taking up a lot of my time. furthermore, i was rather depressed because ever since i returned from my exam break last year, my works havent been as widely read as it used to be and i cant seem to improve the readership rate.&lt;br /&gt;therefore i am now very seriously considering whether i will stop writing for good. since i started Bad Woman i would finish it. but i'm considering if i Bad Woman should be my last work... until i regain my confidence again.&lt;br /&gt;i know i promised plans of SuYin fics right after Bad Woman, i even had the plot ready. but the readersip rate is really starting to bug me. my writings dont seem to be good enough to lure in readers, i believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reminiscing-pandora has been around for the longest time already and it's really difficult for me to decide on something which is so important to me. my writings are priceless in my eyes and reminiscing-pandora is something which i treasure a lot because it is my only platform - apart from winglin - to communicate with my readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is something which many would not know, and i'm sharing it for the first time after all these while.&lt;br /&gt;when this site first started out, it was actually named thedevilx-tears which i doubt anyone would recall because i dont think anyone of you has been following my blog since the very beginning. it was named such that it comes paired with my personal blog which is named theangelx-heart.&lt;br /&gt;when thedevilx-tears started, i told myself not to mind the flow of readers but just use it as a place to share my writings with people who appreciates it. however there was a period of time back then where there was potentially zero people reading. i had given up on my writings. until one day, i saw a comment from a reader supporting me. it really did drive me to update and i did. in fact, i completed my very first fic ever, Dance. it's a pity that fan is not following me anymore after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the site underwent a name change and slowly i got exposed to kpop. that's when my nongasoo fics turned into fanfics. i started posting actively on winglin too and everything was great. the readers commenting and all, in fact the readers were increasing in numbers and of course, i felt really accomplished. it feels like there were actually people who agree and consent to my writings. i kept writing, until last year when i had a really important exam, otherwise known as finals. i went on hiatus from winglin for a few months and updated here on reminiscing-pandora based on the auto update function. and when i returned, i realised i lost all readers. i thought things would get better when i finished Doll Prince and returned to winglin with Bad Woman. but i have already lost all my readers, and i cant seem to get new ones. it is somewhat like history repeating itself.&lt;br /&gt;i guess my writings just weren't as good as before and cant satisfy the readers any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, if any of you readers are actually reading this right now, do drop your thoughts or send me an email if you want to. meanwhile, enjoy DBSK's magic dance and i'll update Bad Woman soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F8ogEI01K_8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&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/F8ogEI01K_8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATED ON 18TH APRIL 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey guys, i havent been updating with my usual rants in a while.&lt;br /&gt;this time i'm here to report on my status (LOL?) and also introduce the latest addition to the 'Always Keep the Faith Series' Blogskins family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My long, long holiday is finally coming to an end in about another 1 hours time. School is starting tomorrow and it's going to mean i'll be even busier.&lt;br /&gt;Updates on Bad Woman might get a little inconsistent (as you can already see right now) but worry not, because i will definitely complete Bad Woman! :D&lt;br /&gt;Be patient and stay with me, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this is the newest addition to the AKTF family! Graphics are credited to wonderful Michelle. Thanks a bunch for helping out on Set 7 of AKTF series! ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;click on the image to enlarge for a clearer screenshot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/S8sazGEzGMI/AAAAAAAABLU/6InRqvI2RrY/s1600/set+8+-+screenshot.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461488438223247554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/S8sazGEzGMI/AAAAAAAABLU/6InRqvI2RrY/s320/set+8+-+screenshot.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Set 7&lt;/strong&gt; - (&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/download.php?sid=336340"&gt;click here to download&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looking for Chapter 2 of Bad Woman?&lt;br /&gt;CLICK &lt;a href="http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2010/04/act.html"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-8584420172951151610?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/8584420172951151610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=8584420172951151610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/8584420172951151610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/8584420172951151610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2010/04/updated-on-18th-april-2010-hey-guys-i.html' title=''/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/S8sazGEzGMI/AAAAAAAABLU/6InRqvI2RrY/s72-c/set+8+-+screenshot.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-4394915249117414671</id><published>2011-04-12T13:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T13:51:10.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Till My Last Breath [Part 2]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;T&lt;/u&gt;ill My Last Breath&lt;/strong&gt;【PART &lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt; OF TWO】&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/TSbg-GL766I/AAAAAAAABPY/MhFpkGqkbaM/s1600/Till%2BMy%2BLast%2BBreath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/TSbg-GL766I/AAAAAAAABPY/MhFpkGqkbaM/s320/Till%2BMy%2BLast%2BBreath.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559378147452644258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping with their back facing each other, Junsu has offered her the inner spot of the single bed facing the wall while he took the outer spot where he risks falling off the bed if anyone of them makes a bigger movement. “Junsu-sshi, are you asleep?” Junsu kept silent, getting used to Ri In’s never-ending questions. Thinking that Junsu has fallen asleep, Ri In continued to speak softly. “You know… you have never told me the reason why you saved me that day. Why did you become a gunman? I can tell you’re a kind person; you shouldn’t work under those evildoers.” Junsu shut his eyes tightly as he recalled the painful reason why he chose to become a gunman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Darn it, will you stop interfering in what I do! Because of your constant interference my business never takes off! It’s your entire fault!” Junsu hugged his sister close to him at their spot in the corner of the room. Watching his father beat his mum with his leather belt, he quickly covered his sister’s eyes so she won’t witness their parents fighting. His mum struggled to the table and grabbed the knife off the fruit platter, waving it in her spouse’s direction agitatedly. In the tussle, she stabbed her husband while he managed to shoot her with the gun which he pulled out from his back pocket. Watching both of his parents collapse, Junsu felt the blood draining from his body at the shock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We don’t have relatives like you! Get out of my sight!” his uncle slammed the front door in Junsu’s face mercilessly. Grabbing tightly onto his shirt is Hye Rin, his only kin left. Hugging her close to himself, he comforted her although his own heart still suffered from the trauma of witnessing his parents kill each other. They knew their kids are in the room watching, yet they spared no thought for them. Entangled in their own hatred and blinded by their anger, Junsu and Hye Rin had to suffer the consequences of their actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hye Rin, don’t worry! No matter how much money it costs to get you cured, I will raise the money!” Junsu shouted as he held Hye Rin’s hand tightly. Breathing labored, Hye Rin depended entirely on the oxygen mask, too weak to utter a word of encouragement for her brother. Although she wish that her weak body would be taken away so that she would no longer be a burden with the expensive medical care, another half of her wish that she would recover so that her brother would always have her by his side even if all their relatives reject them from their life. “Everything will be alright as long as we still have each other to depend on. Oppa will definitely get you cured, regardless of the cost!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu sat up in bed and eyes Ri In carefully. After confirming that she is sound asleep, he finally revealed the reason that he had hidden in his heart all along. “If I had a choice, I would want to become a businessman and lead a proper life. But to those who have no other choice, accepting what is offered becomes the best option. I will never regret my decision because Hye Rin is my sole kin.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Unnie! Look at this picture, isn’t this place beautiful?” Hye Rin beamed at Ri In.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The sight here looks stunning! Where is this place?” Ri In had her eyes widened endearing as she awed over the photograph. &lt;br /&gt;“I wish I didn’t suffer from Type 1 diabetes, otherwise oppa wouldn’t have to work so hard to pay for my daily injection. That way we would have more time to visit this place in Japan. Oppa, you promised to bring me to see this tree in person, don’t forget your promise!” Hye Rin pouted at Junsu. Shaking his head, Junsu can’t help but feel that Hye Rin and Ri In are alike in many areas. “Of course I won’t forget my promise.”&lt;br /&gt;“Unnie, you must come along too!” Ri In turned to look at Junsu and smiled at Hye Rin.  “I definitely would.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping with their backs to each other as usual, Junsu tossed around so that he could look at Ri In. Just then, Ri In turned around in her sleep too and Junsu gazed at her features intently. She was like an angel from heaven who fell into the depths of hell accidentally and out of all the people, met with a monster like him. Stretching his hand out gently to caress her cheek, he wondered if it was selfish of him to have thoughts of never letting her go. The strong emotion in his heart was just too overwhelming. Leaning in slowly, he placed his lips over hers for a kiss, waking her up in the process. Ri In’s eyes widened when she realised what was going on, but her body relaxed instead of pushing him away. Feeling her shift closer to him, Junsu jolted out of what seemed like a dream to him. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he flipped around so his back would face her once again. ‘What was I trying to do to her? Ri In is so pure, not the least like me who have my hands stained with blood. I must be a beast to even think of wanting to keep her with me!’ Junsu closed his eyes, forcing his mind to stop thinking as well. He will have to make sure he chases her out of his life. She deserves better. Much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Get lost.” Junsu uttered coldly while pointing the gun at Ri In. Ri In looked at him confusedly, not understanding why he is pushing her away and rejecting their relationship. “Last night we were still kissing… why are you asking me to leave now? Why won’t you accept our feelings for each other?” Ri In felt her tears flowing as the gun moved closer and closer to her forehead. Junsu remained quiet and looked at her with his fiercest glare. Ri In closed her eyes, determined to stay by his side. “Fine. You can kill me if you want. If loving someone is a crime, I’m willing to be punished then.” Hearing her words, Junsu threw the gun against the wall angrily and pulled her up by her arm. “Leave. Get out of my sight! Never come back here!” he pushed her out of the house and slammed the door shut, ignoring her cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering the house, Ri In sighed. It has been months since she was chased out of the house and although she came frequently she can never spot Junsu. It was as though he stopped living in this house altogether. Meanwhile, Junsu peeked through the bushes that kept him well hidden from the house and took a good look at Ri In. She had lost weight, but her beauty was still as stunning as ever. He watched her place something on the table before she went off. Tailing a good distance as if he was seeing her out, Junsu remained hidden behind the bushes and trees as Ri In slowly trudged forth out of the forest. Although he wished Ri In would forget someone like him and move on, he was also more than happy to be able to see her again, even if it was from afar. It felt good to be valued by someone whom you equally treasure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sudden shrill ringing of the phone disrupt the usual tranquility in Junsu’s house and sent him jumping. Shifting over to the table where the phone kept vibrating, Junsu’s hand hovered over it, wondering if he should pick it up. “No. No, Kim Junsu.” He murmured and withdrew his hand before returning back to his spot on the bed. Picking up the piece of paper that was with the phone, Junsu fingered Ri In’s writings longingly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please answer my calls to let me know you’re safe and healthy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I shouldn’t answer her calls. She’ll never give up on me otherwise.” Junsu shut his eyes tightly and placed his balled fist over them, trying to grab some sleep. Yet the harder he tried, the more difficult it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Junsu, are you doing fine on your own? Have you been taking care of your wound properly?” Junsu remained quiet as he listened to Ri In’s voice over the phone. After fighting with his mind for a whole week, his body eventually gave in to his heart and answered the phone calls although he never spoke a word in reply. All he wanted to do was to listen to Ri In’s crystal clear, sweet voice again. Tonight, Ri In is telling him about how Hye Rin is doing after she visited her this afternoon. He has not visited Hye Rin ever since Ri In left him. He has yet to think of an excuse to give his sister in case she asks about Ri In. From what Ri In told him over the phone, it appears that Ri In has visited Hye Rin nearly every day. ‘Guess it’s time to visit Hye Rin. I can’t avoid it forever.’ Junsu thought as he drifted off to sleep listening to Ri In’s singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrying the fruits basket as he walked towards Hye Rin’s house, he noticed a familiar figure hopping onto an all too familiar car and speeding off. Cursing as he ran at top speed towards Hye Rin’s house, he was in time to see the place blow up and witness pieces of the roof flying off as the flames engulfed the place. Drawing nearer to the house, he made out two figures who were desperately trying to escape the inferno. Hye Rin was coughing nonstop and Ri In supported her with her own weak body. Making a mad dash towards them, he swiftly helped both of them out of the house and headed for the nearest hospital, leaving behind the explosions and flames that had swallowed the house whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How dare him. Based on what grounds did he have the right to kill? I’m going to make sure he pays.” Junsu kept repeating as he loaded the guns and stuffed several bullet packs into his pockets. He had just been notified that Hye Rin has passed away and Ri In is still unconscious. All because of the mafia leader who refused to let them go. Charging towards his destination, Junsu’s mind is clear about his target and the result which he wants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shooting everyone in his way, Junsu has cleared out the path to the mafia leader’s hiding room undergrounds. Kicking the door open, he aimed the gun right at the trembling man. Although the mafia leader was pointing a gun at Junsu too, his hand was shaking too much to be able to fire at all. Through the CCTV, he had seen how Junsu went berserk and killed anyone who tried to block his path. He too, knows that he can’t possibly win Junsu in a gun fight unless lady luck is on his side. Junsu was groomed to become an ace killer – which he had accomplished. Making use of the moment where the stubby-looking leader was spacing out, Junsu aimed and shot four bullets right into his head. He caught hold of the gun that fell out of the leader’s hand and kicked him aside before making his way out of the room. He has killed and blood has been shed. But why does he not feel any happier after taking revenge? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“All I’ve left now is Ri In… I’ve to take care of her. Just like… how she took care of me.” Junsu made his way out of the place, wanting to return to the hospital immediately. He wants to be there for Ri In when she wakes up. Little did he know that the house has already been surrounded by the police. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Drop your weapons and put your hands up!” the police officer nearest to him bellowed. Recalling Ri In’s words when she had her first meeting with the dead mafia leader, Junsu dropped the guns and bullet packs obediently and raised his hands high. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Wrong-doers should be punished duly.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2 weeks later]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picking up the other end of the receiver, Junsu smiled. Although he received a jail term of 20 years, that was better than the death sentence. Furthermore, he is still able to see Ri In although they are now separated by the glass panel. “Good to see that you’ve recovered.” Junsu spoke first.&lt;br /&gt;“But you’re now locked inside. But that’s okay, because I’ll wait for you – like I’ve been doing all along.” Ri In smiled at him, the same gentle smile that she always wore. Yet something was different about her. “Why won’t you face me?”&lt;br /&gt;“When the bombing incident happened, the glass shattered and a few shards of glass went into my eyes.  I’ve lost my sight now… that’s fine too. I’ll wait for someone kind to donate their corneas to me. I’ll be able to see soon!” the smile never left Ri In’s face. Junsu felt his eyes turning moist and drops of tears rolled off his cheeks. Wiping them away with his sleeve, he stared hard at Ri In. He has to remember this kind and positive image of Ri In so that he can call out this image daily in his mind. This will be what can to pull him through his time in jail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[20 years later]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepping out of the cells that had him locked up for a huge portion of his life, Junsu inhaled deeply. It felt great to be able to possess freedom. Noticing the back view of the beautiful lady who he dreams of every night, Junsu took big strides towards her. “Ri In.” he called out gently and pulled her into a tight embrace. So this is how it feels like to be able to hold the person you love in your arms. “I promise we’ll be starting a new life together from now on. I will be your eyes forever so you can always rely on me.” Ri In smiled at him, the same gentle smile which Junsu loves. Suddenly, Ri In heard a loud bang and felt Junsu’s hand leaving hers. &lt;br /&gt;“Thanks for sending me to jail and killing my family!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ri In felt someone gripping onto her wrist tightly and struggled to be free. “Junsu? Junsu, where are you? What happened?!” Ri In shouted hysterically. &lt;br /&gt;“If your uncle was willing to represent me, I wouldn’t have been sent to jail. And because of your lover who betrayed to my dad, my whole family and our empire is now gone. Go to hell, the both of you!” Ri In was pushed to the ground harshly and she heard footsteps trudging further and further away from her. But where was Junsu? He had not made a single sound throughout this. Crying as she crawled on the floor trying to find Junsu’s body, she kept calling out his name. Feeling what seemed like hair, she scrambled over and hugged him close to her body. “I love you! I love you, Junsu! I love you!” Ri In’s tears fell endlessly. “Junsu, won’t you say you love me too? I love you!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Ri In…” Junsu held onto the cell phone nervously and glanced around his house trying to think of how to put his thoughts into words. “I’m not good with words but I hope you will understand my feelings for you through this video clip that I’m recording for you. I don’t know if you will ever see this, but if you do, I want you to know that I love you and will continue to love you until my very last breath.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love you too, Junsu. Until my very last breath…” Ri In smiled at the video clip and held the phone close to her body. Looking up, Ri In admired the stunning scenery and the tried to catch the falling snow. Japan was indeed a beautiful place, just like the photograph Hye Rin had showed her a long time back. Leaning against the tree which she was sitting under, Ri In raised her head and looked at the moving clouds in the sky. “Thank you, Junsu… for donating your cornea to me… how did you know that document would come in so handy? Nonetheless, thank you for keeping true to your promise to always be my eyes. I love you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-END-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A/N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being away for so long! School took up a lot of my time. I am still working on Bad Woman (yes, still!) and I'm considering whether i should go on a break after Bad Woman is completed (i have no idea when would that be though). Nonetheless, thanks for dropping by if you did!&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-4394915249117414671?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/4394915249117414671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=4394915249117414671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/4394915249117414671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/4394915249117414671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2011/04/till-my-last-breath-part-2.html' title='Till My Last Breath [Part 2]'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/TSbg-GL766I/AAAAAAAABPY/MhFpkGqkbaM/s72-c/Till%2BMy%2BLast%2BBreath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-7636354410119025968</id><published>2011-01-07T17:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T17:53:59.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Till My Last Breath [Part 1]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;T&lt;/u&gt;ill My Last Breath&lt;/strong&gt;【PART &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; OF TWO】&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/TSbg-GL766I/AAAAAAAABPY/MhFpkGqkbaM/s1600/Till%2BMy%2BLast%2BBreath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/TSbg-GL766I/AAAAAAAABPY/MhFpkGqkbaM/s320/Till%2BMy%2BLast%2BBreath.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559378147452644258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Originally a Thai movie/drama (I’m not sure of the title, if you know this movie/drama do refer me to it so I can credit it!)&lt;br /&gt;` Special thanks to Zhen Zhen for providing this awesome storyline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Junsu as Poo&lt;br /&gt;Jang Ri In as Jaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where are you going? I can’t watch this alone, the ghost might appear any minute!” Ri In’s friend hissed and pulled her back into her seat, gripping onto her tightly. Ri In smiled warmly and removed her friend’s fingers gently. “I’ll be back real soon. I just need the washroom.” Giving her a reassuring pat, Ri In made her way out of the theatre and headed for the ladies. Lying in wait under the cover of the shadows, Junsu pulled his cap lower as he waited impatiently for his target to emerge from the washroom. Spotting the elegant lady once again, he hastily went over and knocked her out before she could even notice his presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ri In frowned with her eyebrows closely knitted together as she tried to shake off the splitting headache. Struggling to open her eyes, Ri In found herself handcuffed to a bed in a dirty and dimly lit room. Glancing around, her sight landed on a man who is staring at her. “Excuse me, sir. But may I ask where is this place and why am I here?” the man stood up but remained quiet. “I believe I have not met you before, sir. Why did you bring me here?” he took out a single key from the pocket of his rugged and torn denim jeans and worked on her handcuff. “Shut up.” He murmured and yanked her off the bed in one swift move. Biting onto her lips to prevent herself from making any noise, Ri In blinked back her tears from the stinging pain on her wrist and followed him out of the room obediently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So, how much do you know?” the plump and stubby-looking man paced around Ri In slowly while fingering the thick gold chain that hung around his neck.&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t get what you mean, sir.” Ri In responded warily.&lt;br /&gt;“How much do you know and who did you tell?” he stopped pacing and leaned in towards her menacingly.&lt;br /&gt;“I have seen and heard enough to know that you killed my uncle, sir. Just because my uncle refused to represent your son who committed crimes of rape of and drug trafficking. Wrong-doers should be punished duly and having your son sent behind bars as punishment doesn’t give you the right to kill.” Ri In looked right back into his eyes without a hint of fear.&lt;br /&gt;The man nodded his head and started clapping. “Very brave of you to try and lecture me. How dare you speak to me this way! What are you waiting for? Kill her!” he shouted at Junsu angrily. Junsu trudged over slowly, but shook his head.&lt;br /&gt;“No.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She was speaking logic. Kill the scumbags, but leave the innocent alone.” Junsu stood beside Ri In with his arms crossed.&lt;br /&gt;“Fine. Then I’d kill her myself!” the man withdrew a gun, stepped back and fired it in Ri In’s direction. However, Junsu placed himself in between them just as the bullet was fired. Taking the shot for her, Junsu gritted his teeth and pulled out his guns. He shot as many people as he could while shielding Ri In from the gunshots by the other subordinates. Trembling in fear, Ri In covered her ears and closed her eyes tightly to evade the bloodshed occurring right before her. Suddenly, she felt her body being pulled up. “What are you waiting for? Run!” Junsu shouted as he pulled her away from the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panting heavily, Junsu released her hand as soon as he felt that they were at a safe distance. “Go!” he shouted at her. Ri In shook her head firmly and pointed to his bleeding arm. “You’re injured, sir! I can’t leave you here!”&lt;br /&gt;“Get the hell away from this place now! They will catch up anytime!” Junsu hollered again and pushed her away with his uninjured arm. Losing his balance, Junsu’s knees gave way and he collapsed on the ground. Eyes widening, Ri In hurriedly tore the rim of her skirt and wrapped it around his wound that does not seem to cease its bleeding. “Sir, can you walk? We have to leave this place. Together.” Supporting him, Ri In helped him slowly to the main road and flagged a cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where to, sir and madam?” the driver tried not to look at the bleeding man, knowing better than to get him involved by asking too much. Ri In paused for a moment, wondering where else they could go to. Definitely not the hospital where they can be tracked down easily by the police or by the stubby man. Her home is no longer safe and she would place her friends in danger if she went to them. “Just drive. I’ll give directions,” Junsu mumbled with his eyebrows closely knitted. “To my hideout.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Placing Junsu on the dirty and torn mattress which Ri In assumes should be his bed; she glanced around the place quickly. Sparsely furnished with just a bed, a rocky table, and what should be his bathroom, there was no kitchen or living room in this ‘house’. Rummaging around, Ri In tried for a first aid box but settled for liqueur and a knife when she realised that it would be quite impossible for him to own a first aid box in the first place. Sterilizing the knife over fire, she glanced briefly at Junsu and inhaled deeply to calm herself down. “I know this will hurt, sir. Please bear with it.” Cleansing the wound with the liqueur she found, she started poking into the wound with the knife while holding her breath. Trying her best to minimize the pain and getting the bullet out, huge droplets of perspirations dotted Ri In’s forehead. Each time Junsu winced in pain, Ri In felt her heart thump harder against her ribcage. Biting her lip hard and putting in her outmost concentration, she finally managed to retrieve the bullet. Smiling happily and allowing her breathing to return to its normal pace, she glanced at Junsu only to find him unconscious…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging up the clothes which she had hand washed, Ri In wiped her hands dry on her skirt and went over to check on Junsu’s injury. Gently removing the dressing, she threw it away and bandaged the wound with a new strip of cloth off her skirt. Taking another piece of cloth, she dampened it and dabbed it tenderly on his forehead. “You’ll be okay, sir… I know you will be…” placing the cloth aside, she started cleaning the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murmuring a curse, Junsu forced his eyes open and looked down at his arm where he felt the scorching pain. Throwing his head back on the bed, he closed his eyes briefly and opened them again to look around the house for Ri In. All he saw was hanging laundry, mopped floor and cleaned table, but no trace of Ri In. ‘She must’ve left…’ he assumed when Ri In’s voice rang cheerily. “I hope you’re feeling better, sir!” Ri In walked into the house carrying two large paper bags containing her shopping. Junsu remains momentarily stunned before finding his voice again. “Are you insane or stupid?! Don’t you know the danger? You could have been caught!” he yelled so loudly that the veins in his neck surfaced and his wound stung. Hissing, he calmed himself down and lied back down on the bed but maintained his intense glare. “But if I don’t go out we would starve to death because there’s no food here. I also need a new skirt…” Ri In looked at the remains of her torn skirt after using what she could as his dressing. Junsu felt the tips of his ears burn and quickly turned away from her to hide his red ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I wasn’t able to cook for you, but I hope the food I brought was just as good, sir.” Ri In smiled warmly at him as she took out the antiseptic and bandages that she had brought at a pharmacy. Junsu was about to reply that he is thankful as long as there’s food when he realised that she was still here – in danger of being captured again. And if she were to be captured again, he has no confidence that he would still be able to save her given his injury. “Leave.” Junsu spat out in an unfriendly tone.&lt;br /&gt;“But if I leave, there would be no one to take care of you, sir. I can’t just leave you here alone. Who would clean the place and change your dressing?” Junsu kept mum, knowing that he indeed could not take care of himself now. “What’s your name, sir? I’m Ri In.” she offered her name, still maintaining her smile kindly.&lt;br /&gt;“Will you keep quiet after I tell you my name?”&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t think you want to be called ‘sir’ all the time instead of your name.” Ri In responded.&lt;br /&gt;“Junsu.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A/N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please dont kill me because i havent updated Bad Woman in ages. I highly doubt people are still reading my blog anyway? O.o&lt;br /&gt;anyway, Part 2 of Till My Last Breath will be uploaded soon so stay tuned! :D&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-7636354410119025968?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/7636354410119025968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=7636354410119025968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/7636354410119025968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/7636354410119025968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2011/01/till-my-last-breath-part-1.html' title='Till My Last Breath [Part 1]'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/TSbg-GL766I/AAAAAAAABPY/MhFpkGqkbaM/s72-c/Till%2BMy%2BLast%2BBreath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-340487075445929906</id><published>2011-01-07T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T17:42:22.077+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifts'/><title type='text'>new year 2011</title><content type='html'>sorry for this late post!! was so busy with school.&lt;br /&gt;I dug the pics out amidst the spam tags (where do all those spams come from?!?!) so if i missed any do tell me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Michelle and Phebs!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/TSbf70XLExI/AAAAAAAABPQ/d1tx6XNbVYo/s1600/IMG_5973%2BPhebs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/TSbf70XLExI/AAAAAAAABPQ/d1tx6XNbVYo/s320/IMG_5973%2BPhebs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559377008796570386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/TSbf7qk8hCI/AAAAAAAABPI/5eHyqC6SpWk/s1600/christmas%2BMichelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/TSbf7qk8hCI/AAAAAAAABPI/5eHyqC6SpWk/s320/christmas%2BMichelle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559377006169981986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-340487075445929906?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/340487075445929906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=340487075445929906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/340487075445929906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/340487075445929906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-2011.html' title='new year 2011'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/TSbf70XLExI/AAAAAAAABPQ/d1tx6XNbVYo/s72-c/IMG_5973%2BPhebs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-7756801460284299714</id><published>2010-10-31T16:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T16:09:18.129+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifts'/><title type='text'>2010 Halloween</title><content type='html'>THANKS FOR THE HALLOWEEN GIFTS, AFFIES :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://i382.photobucket.com/albums/oo263/GirlyYellow/Halloween.jpg"&gt;http://i382.photobucket.com/albums/oo263/GirlyYellow/Halloween.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://i542.photobucket.com/albums/gg405/JTOASN/hallonnsml.png"&gt;http://i542.photobucket.com/albums/gg405/JTOASN/hallonnsml.png&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://img819.imageshack.us/img819/3936/halloweengift.jpg"&gt;http://img819.imageshack.us/img819/3936/halloweengift.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-7756801460284299714?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/7756801460284299714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=7756801460284299714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/7756801460284299714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/7756801460284299714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2010/10/2010-halloween.html' title='2010 Halloween'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-1345032979607578889</id><published>2010-09-24T17:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T15:37:46.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Necklace</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa160/xiaoxi33/BW_blinkie.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chapter 5: Necklace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I recognised you immediately when you took the world by storm as the leader of DBSK. How can you forget about your promise to take care of me and always love me?” Sohee spat bitterly, leaving Yunho momentarily speechless. Regaining himself, he quickly rebuked. “I was forced into the marriage. I was forced into taking the vow. I don’t love you.” As soon as she heard his words, Sohee’s eyes glistened, brimming with tears. Although Jaejoong hated her to the core, he could not bear to see a lady cry. Tugging on Yunho’s arm, he dragged the man out of the room to leave Sohee to calm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He said he doesn’t love me… he doesn’t love me?” Sohee repeated as she pulled out the necklace she was wearing from inside her blouse. Taking it off, she started outlining it with her finger. It was no special pendant with intricate carvings or expensive price tag that came along with it. It was a mere, simple stone pendant in pink with faint red streaks - her favorite colours. “How could he say something this hurting… even if he has Kim Jaejoong now, how could he? He isn’t an unfeeling person.” Sohee felt wetness along her cheeks. Sniffing, she placed it on the bed and quickly ran into the bathroom to wash her face…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Was I too harsh on her? But what she did was unacceptable! How can I possibly forgive her after knowing that I’ve been tricked into this marriage!” Yunho pulled on his hair, torn between his feelings of anger and guilt. It was not his style to go down so roughly on a lady. He has always been sensitive to people’s feelings. Jaejoong patted his back, soothing him. ‘Guess this problem can’t be resolved so easily. It’s going to take some time. Hopefully, my patience won’t run thin before Yunho to resolves everything…’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sending Jaejoong to the door, Yunho went back to the room with heavy footsteps. How should he go about to divorce her? Yoo Sohee will never easily let go of what she finally obtained. Will money do the trick? Will she divorce him if he gives her money? Yunho shook his head hard and pushed away those thoughts. It would be insulting if he offers her money. “What then? What should I do?” Yunho mumbled as he entered the room. Sitting on the bed, he noticed the necklace lying beside him. Growing curious, he slowly picked up the necklace. Almost immediately, he felt a wave of pain shooting through his head as he brought the necklace to eye level. Groaning as his head throbbed, he stared intensely at the necklace before dropping it back onto the bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing painful groans, Sohee quickly dried her face with a towel and rushed out from the bathroom, just in time to see Yunho leave the room. “Are you okay?” she ran after him and pulled him by his arm. Yunho looked at her, wanting to ask about the necklace but had his reservations about it. Simply shaking his head, he went to the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where have I seen that necklace before?” Yunho mumbled as he sat down, massaging his temples. He disliked the feeling of the feeling of possibly not knowing something. It made his heart feel empty somehow. “Where… was it during a DBSK performance? Or maybe… one of the students have a similar necklace?” Yunho sighed. The world is huge, he wouldn’t recall even if he has indeed seen the necklace somewhere else. Remembering his headache when he picked up the necklace, he quickly made up his mind to dismiss all thoughts related to it. The necklace should be the least of his problems right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“はい、お母さん。あまりにもご自身の健康の世話をしてください。(Yes, mom. Please take care of your own health too.)” Sohee hung up and smiled at the mobile phone wallpaper of her step parents. If not for them, she might not become the successful author she is today. They’d given her a good environment to grow up in, a chance to attend a prestigious school, and offered everything which she asked for. Although the thought of her birth parents’ death still saddens her, it was made bearable because of her step parents who treated her as their own. Perhaps it was because they are Koreans who had migrated to Japan too, she felt a sense of belonging in the family. Unknowingly uttering a sigh, Sohee picked up her necklace and put it back on. “What’s left now is just setting up a family of my own with Yunho.” clutching tightly onto the pendant, she smiled at her reflection in mirror, as if encouraging herself on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glancing at the clock which struck 9 PM, Sohee started to pick at the food which she spent the evening cooking, eating slowly as she eyed the clock. Yunho rarely stayed home ever since he found out about the truth. He returns home past midnight and sleeps in the guest room. Although she initially tried to move to the guest room to sleep with him, she gave up when he went to sleep on the couch in the living room. Regardless how angry she was, she could not let him sleep uncomfortably. Although  chances of him returning to have dinner with her is slim, she made a table full of food everyday. ‘Just in case,’ she thought ‘just in case he returns to have dinner with me.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yunnie, are you going to just live like this for the rest of your life? You have to do something about her! I can keep waiting for you but it does not mean you can just pretend that marriage didn’t happen!” Jaejoong frowned at the man who was dancing unstoppably. Going over to stop the music, he forced Yunho to stop and look at him. Yunho groaned as he sat down on the floor, letting his hair fall messily around the frame of his face. “I wish I can do something about it, but what can I do to make her sign the divorce papers? Why would she even agree on a divorce?” going over to sweep his fringe away from his face, Jaejoong knew what he said was true too. But they can’t possibly leave this matter alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he knew Yunho since they were trainees in S.M Entertainment, he always felt that there was a part of Yunho which he could not grasp. He could not pinpoint what was it exactly, but it feels to him that there is a part of Yunho that’s missing, a part of Yunho which he does not know. Although Yunho was perfect in every other area, Jaejoong felt really insecure after they became lovers. Perhaps it was due to the fact that Yunho has suffered a memory loss soon after he became a trainee. However, Yunho’s parents have worked hard to fill in all the missing memories by telling him every detail of his life, showing him albums after albums of photographs from when he was born. And himself? He told all of his little memories with Yunho as S.M trainees, trying not to miss out even a single part although he really only knew him for barely a year to have much memories with him at all. Was this the cause of his insecurities? Because Yunho had a memory loss previously? But everything has been filled in for him. So what exactly is this missing part of Yunho which he could not grab hold of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After washing the dishes, Sohee has been typing fervently on her laptop. The date for submission is nearing, and she is barely halfway through with completion. However, she felt no stress. Writing was her passion and she would never feel tired of it. Not to mention, this is going to be her first publication in Korea. As much as she is a successful author in Japan, Korea is an entirely new market for her. Stifling another yawn, she hit the save button before allowing herself to nap for a bit. “Just ten minutes…” a tiny smile crept up her lips as soon as her eyes closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A/N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the long wait! Chapter 5 is FINALLY out! :D&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully speaking, I was shocked when i realised i'm only on chapter 5. so much time has passed that i thought it should at least be on chapter 8. oh well... goes to show how long i havent been updating *guilty*&lt;br /&gt;please drop me some comments! :D&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-1345032979607578889?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/1345032979607578889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=1345032979607578889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/1345032979607578889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/1345032979607578889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2010/09/necklace.html' title='Necklace'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-8252945210296672724</id><published>2010-08-27T16:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T16:49:00.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Bye Love [Part II]</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Suggested song: Love Bye Love by DBSK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5N3WP9kteOk&amp;amp;feature=related)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;L&lt;/u&gt;ove &lt;u&gt;B&lt;/u&gt;ye &lt;u&gt;L&lt;/u&gt;ove 【Two-shot】&lt;/span&gt;- Part II&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/TGpJw4WMGZI/AAAAAAAABMY/FII5_J6zo9w/s1600/Love+Bye+Love+poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 248px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506294598521854354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/TGpJw4WMGZI/AAAAAAAABMY/FII5_J6zo9w/s320/Love+Bye+Love+poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.: Recap :.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“It is so difficult to choose between me and her? She vanished for two years, Yunnie! She lied and left!” &lt;br /&gt;“But she had her own reason, and I know the reason very well. Furthermore, my love for them already started years ago. You know how much I adore kids too, Jae... Jiyool is my flesh and blood.”&lt;br /&gt;“What if you definitely have to pick one?”&lt;br /&gt;“Jae… please don’t make me choose…” Yunho looked at Jaejoong pleadingly but was met with Jaejoong’s cold and determined eyes. “If I absolutely have to make a decision… that would be you. I’ll pick you, Jae…”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.: Love Bye Love [Part II] :.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After washing up, Ayumi carried Jiyool downstairs to find Yunho and Jaejoong talking in the living room. As soon as Jaejoong saw her, he whispered to Yunho and the latter went back upstairs, gazing longingly at Jiyool as he passed by the mother and daughter. “I hope you had a good rest last night, Ayumi.”&lt;br /&gt;“What do you want to tell me?” Ayumi could tell immediately that Jaejoong had something to say.&lt;br /&gt;“I hope you can hand Jiyool over to us. I assure you I will act as a good mother towards Jiyool. I can tell Yunho really wants this child and if he craves for this child so much, I will accept this child and raise her as I would raise my own.”&lt;br /&gt;Hearing his words, Ayumi could guess what they have been discussing about before she came downstairs. Yunho had made his decision, and Jaejoong is the clear winner. Refusing to reply Jaejoong, also refusing to admit that she had lost to Jaejoong despite all the years she had spent with Yunho, Ayumi picked up her bag. Picking out a piece of paper with her written address on it, she placed in on the table. “Yunho is most welcomed to visit his daughter anytime, but I will never hand her over to you.” Having made her stand clear, she carried Jiyool and walked out of the house. &lt;br /&gt;‘In the end he still chose him over us? What is Jiyool to him? He once vowed to never leave me. He did regardless of how he argued!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighing, Jaejoong picked up the paper Ayumi left behind and stuffed it into his pocket. His heart isn’t made of steel; of course he ached seeing Yunho torn and felt guilty when Jiyool looked at him so innocently. But to each his own, and he couldn’t let go of Yunho just so easily after pouring out so much love and effort into making this relationship possible. He will have to find Ayumi tomorrow to convince her to pass Jiyool to him. That’s the only way for things to end perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragging her feet towards her one-room apartment, Ayumi placed her palm over her burning forehead and tried to steady herself. Letting herself into the apartment, she heard the loud wails from Jiyool and rushed to her cot immediately. “Jiyool, are you okay? Why did the nanny leave before time again?!” Ayumi wanted to dial for the nanny, but noticed that Jiyool was perspiring profusely. Her instincts told her that Jiyool is sick – just like her umma. Quickly getting her medicine, Ayumi hurried back to Jiyool to feed her the syrup. Jiyool shook her head and flailed her arms about, not liking the taste of medicine. “Be good, Jiyool. Drink this and you’ll feel better!” Ayumi tried to coax her. Jiyool started throwing the soft toys off her bed, feeling the discomfort but refusing the medicine. Shaking her own lightheadedness off, Ayumi finally cajoled the syrup down Jiyool’s throat. As soon as she tucked Jiyool in bed, Ayumi got out her mobile phone and sent a text message to Yunho for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to clear up the mess, Ayumi felt her temperature rising steadily and her sight getting blurry. “Where’s Yunho…” she mumbled as she placed the cap back onto the bottle of medicine. In her unsteadiness, the bottle toppled over as she collapsed on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glancing at the written address on the paper, Jaejoong peered at the dilapidated building and back at the paper. “This is the right address… but how can anyone possibly live here?” tightening his grip on the fruits basket he was carrying; he made uncertain steps up the uneven stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ringing the doorbell repeatedly, there was no answer. “Are they out?” Jaejoong tried to knock on the door but it creaked open slowly. “She didn’t lock the door?” pushing the door open, he poked his head in before carefully stepping in. The minute he was in the house, he saw the spilt syrup and Ayumi lying unconscious on the ground. Dropping the fruits basket, he dashed over and saw her flushed cheeks. Quickly calling Yunho, he cradled his mobile phone between his shoulder and ear while helping Ayumi onto the nearest chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packing the files needed for work, Yunho reached a freehand over for his phone when he heard it vibrating. However, he dropped his stuff immediately when he heard what Jaejoong told him. Pushing work to the back of his mind, he darted out of the house, even forgetting his shoes. The only thing he could see was Ayumi’s image, balled up in pain and shivering. Cursing himself mentally for overlooking Ayumi’s poor health, he only wants to see her right this instant. Meanwhile, his mind kept flashing back, back to a distant memory years ago where he carried Ayumi all the way to the hospital in the middle of the night…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Ayumi! Can you hear me? Don’t close your eyes, talk to me! Tell me your childhood, tell me how you felt when we first met, and tell me anything! Just don’t fall asleep!” Yunho shouted as he charged forward, ignoring the throbbing of his soles. All he knew was that he was afraid. Extremely afraid. He didn’t want to lose Ayumi; he dreaded the thought of waking up every day without her by his side. And letting her fall asleep was akin to letting her slip into eternal rest. He couldn’t do that. “Ayumi, wake up! We’re reaching the hospital soon!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ayumi, can you hear me? We’re at the hospital! Ayumi!” Yunho shouted as he watched her being pushed into the ER. Beads of perspiration trickled down his forehead, but he couldn’t care less. Meanwhile, tears rolled down Ayumi’s cheeks as she subconsciously felt the warmth of Yunho leaving her as she got transferred onto the cold, hard hospital bed. “Yunnie! Your leg!” Jaejoong panted heavily as he finally caught up with Yunho. Looking down at his peeling and bleeding soles, Yunho shook his head. As compared to the guilt of missing Ayumi’s text message and ending up in hospital, his feet didn’t feel any pain at all. “I should’ve been there for her…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly struggling to get her eyes open, Ayumi blinked once, twice, and registered the image of a hospital. Supporting herself as she sat up, she instantly noticed the couple sleeping on the couch. Yunho was sitting upright, and Jaejoong’s head rested on Yunho’s lap. Their hands were entwined despite both of them being in a deep slumber. Pulling out the needle to the IV drip form her wrist, Ayumi got off the bed and made her way to the couple. “This is how much you love him… willing to give us up just to be with him.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Although I don’t want Jiyool to end up without a complete family, you have moved on…” faintly dragging her feet to the couple, she bent over in front of Yunho and held his free hand. “Although we promised to never leave each other, your heart drifted away from me. How could you? Because of this ring, I believe that we are fated.”Ayumi caressed the wedding band on Yunho’s hand. “This time you have to live blissfully and don’t let your heart suffer again.” Slowly sliding the ring off his finger, Ayumi felt her cheeks moistened from her tears as she leaned over to kiss him gently on the lips. “I know you will, because Kim Jaejoong would take good care of you. I can let go of you being assured your needs will be looked after and someone will take care of you when you’re ill because that person is Kim Jaejoong…” guiding his fingers, she slowly maneuvered them to remove her own ring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaejoong’s eyelids slowly fluttered open, his hands rushing to his cheeks, astonished to find himself weeping. Meanwhile, Yunho jolt awake, surprised to find Ayumi missing from the bed. Turning to look at Jaejoong, he was even more astounded to see him crying. “Why are you crying? I heard Ayumi talking… about letting me go… what’s going on?” he tenderly wiped away the tears that never seem to cease falling.&lt;br /&gt;“I heard her giving us her blessings…” Jaejoong sniffed and stood up. “But where is she? The drip isn’t even finished.”&lt;br /&gt;Yunho nodded and unconsciously felt his ring finger for the wedding band – his habit of twisting the ring when he’s thinking. “My…” looking at his hand, he exclaimed immediately. “My ring is missing! Jae! My ring vanished! I told you before; it’s a ring that only the other half can remove. Ayumi removed mine!” Jaejoong glanced over for a brief moment and sensed something cold on his neck. Reaching for it, he felt a necklace hanging around his neck. “I didn’t wear any necklaces today…” peering at the necklace, Yunho gasped as it evoked his memories…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smiling as Yunho put on the necklace for her, Ayumi fingered the carvings on the pendant gently. Yunho told her that this necklace means a lot to him because it was passed to him by his mother, to give to the love of his life. To be able to own this necklace now means that Yunho is giving her a promise to love her for the whole lifetime. As he slowly leaned in to kiss her, Ayumi secretly vowed that likewise, she would love him with all of her heart for as long as she lives too…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frowning at the overturned remote control, Yunho dug deep into his memories for any inkling of when the word made its way onto every corner of the house. For the nth time in years, he found another ‘SHMILY’ written in marker. Jaejoong had no clue too when Yunho questioned him about it. The word just appeared in his life suddenly, the same time Ayumi vanished. Picking up the photo journal Ayumi left behind, he had a gut feeling that the word is closely related to her. Over the years, he had flipped through the journal countless time whenever he missed the happy times shared with her and the instant spent with Jiyool. Although he has Jaejoong now, he will treasure those precious memories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steadying her frail body, Ayumi placed the basket of sunflowers on the doorstep before ringing the doorbell. As soon as she heard footsteps, she made a run for the nearest tree and hid behind it, readying her Polaroid camera. Answering the door was Yunho, just as she hoped for. Ayumi smiled as she saw how well built he still was. Picking up the basket, he glanced left and right for the person who left it. “Who would… SHMILY?” he noticed the logo on the side of the basket. Not missing another minute, Ayumi quickly snapped the photograph which she wanted. Just then, Jaejoong returned with bags of grocery. Seeing that Yunho is too preoccupied to notice her, she took the opportunity to run from her hiding place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sticking the Polaroid to the photo journal she has been keeping conscientiously, Ayumi took out her pen and wrote below it. &lt;em&gt;‘Although I badly want to reach for your hand, you’ve long turned your back on me. How could love vanish this quickly without a trace? I’m like a fallen leaf from the tree, shriveled and unwanted. Will our memories eventually wither away too? I’m the only left to keep to our promise now.  But longing is another form of happiness. Just thinking about you makes me blissful, because there’s someone important in my life that I can miss. SHMILY, Yeobo. See How Much I Love You.’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slumped on the couch, Yunho dropped his briefcase by his legs and started removing his tie. Approaching him, Jaejoong offered a cup of warm tea to soothe the tension from work and turned on the television. “Oh? Exclusive interview with winner of dance competition? But she looks really young!” Jaejoong read aloud the headings onscreen. Yunho could not help but notice the two rings that the girl wore around her neck as the camera closed in on her. His heart skipped a beat as he noticed the similarity between the girl and Ayumi. Straining his eyes to get a good look at the rings, he was shocked by what the girl said next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m really sorry towards umma. As I grew up, I never respected her neither did I see her often. I live in the school dormitory to avoid seeing her. I even joined this dance competition and went to Japan accompanied by my dance teacher without informing her beforehand. Umma never told me where appa went, just saying that it’s her fault I’m fatherless. So I hated her. Why can’t I have an appa like normal people? Furthermore, she wouldn’t have to take on four jobs if appa was here. She sleeps for barely two hours a day yet I never appreciated her efforts to grant all my willful wants. Until one month ago, umma passed away in her sleep due to over exhaustion. Yet I didn’t know of it until I returned to Korea last night… I’m only left with my appa now. But where is he? Appa, where are you…?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you see how much I love you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-END-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A/N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i know some parts might not really make sense, because i cut out a lot of scenes. there was actually a meeting between Yunho and Ayumi after many years, but i took that out. similarly for many other scenes where Yunho eventually reunites with Jiyool etc, because i was worried the two-shot is getting a tad too long it might become a three-shot T.T&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this current ending leaves you to guess how the story eventually ends. you can imagine your own ending for this ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;i'm planning Bad Woman in progress, please be patient with me :D&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-8252945210296672724?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/8252945210296672724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=8252945210296672724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/8252945210296672724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/8252945210296672724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-bye-love-part-ii.html' title='Love Bye Love [Part II]'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/TGpJw4WMGZI/AAAAAAAABMY/FII5_J6zo9w/s72-c/Love+Bye+Love+poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-8800198100722246666</id><published>2010-08-17T16:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T16:48:06.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Bye Love [Part I]</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Suggested song: Love Bye Love by DBSK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5N3WP9kteOk&amp;amp;feature=related)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;L&lt;/u&gt;ove &lt;u&gt;B&lt;/u&gt;ye &lt;u&gt;L&lt;/u&gt;ove 【Two-shot】&lt;/span&gt;- Part I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/TGpJw4WMGZI/AAAAAAAABMY/FII5_J6zo9w/s1600/Love+Bye+Love+poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 248px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506294598521854354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/TGpJw4WMGZI/AAAAAAAABMY/FII5_J6zo9w/s320/Love+Bye+Love+poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Inspired from K-drama, ‘아줌마가 간다’ and TW-drama ‘Lavender’, although you might not find much link between the dramas and this two-shot.&lt;br /&gt;* Also inspired by a novel which I have read many, many years ago. Credits for SHMILY goes to that novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeobo, I can’t keep this baby!” Ayumi looked at Yunho with pleading eyes. “You know it’s my dream to become a successful dancer. It was my dad’s last wish and I promised him.”&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t be silly, Yeobo! We finally got married after going through so much… we knew each other and dated for six whole years before getting married. And now you want to give up our child? Dream or our baby, you only get to choose one.” &lt;br /&gt;There was a long, eerie silence that set Yunho’s heart thumping as Ayumi considered his offer. After what seemed like eternity, Ayumi slowly muttered her decision. “Dream.”&lt;br /&gt;Trying to recover from his state of shock after hearing Ayumi’s cruel decision, Yunho held onto her wrist tightly. “Is your dream more important than our future?”&lt;br /&gt;“But it’s this dream that kept me alive till today.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jung Yunho&lt;br /&gt;Jung Ayumi 【OC】&lt;br /&gt;Kim Jaejoong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolting awake in bed, Yunho breathed heavily as he shook off the anger and disappointment he felt two years ago. After their quarrel, he thought Ayumi would give it more thought. But when he woke up the next morning, all he found was a note of apology and Ayumi completely vanished from his life. Despite all those years they have spent together, she simply upped and left him to heal his shattered heart on his own. Bringing his hand up against the moonlight, his wedding band shone brightly. Although he was hurt deeply, he could not hate Ayumi regardless how hard he tried. The love he had invested on her far outstretched any other emotions. He was not that he didn’t want to remove the wedding band that reminded him so much of her betrayal. But rather, it was fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they purchased the pair of rings, the owner told them that the rings were special. If the couple is fated to be together, nobody can remove the ring once it is being put on, not even the person who is wearing the ring. Only your partner is able to remove the ring that shows their bond to each other. For umpteen times, Yunho had tried to remove the ring which reminded him of his painful love, but to no avail. He was fated to suffer from heartbreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho smiled as his glances travelled from his work to the stunningly beautiful male that is cooking lunch in his kitchen. Although Ayumi left him wrecked, Jaejoong was the one who came along and mended nearly everything. Though his heart aches occasionally at the thought of his unborn baby and cruel first love, Jaejoong was there to soothe out everything. Even if they were both males, it didn’t matter to them because their mutual feelings are stronger than the curious views thrown towards them. The only regret was that Jaejoong would forever be under the shadow of Ayumi as long as the ring remained on Yunho’s hand. Twisting the ring, it has become Yunho’s habit whenever he is deep in thoughts. Despite the fact that it seems unfair to Jaejoong, Yunho would feel insecure without the ring. Therefore even if he could take it off, he wouldn’t. Does that mean he still loves Ayumi? He doesn’t know too. But he knows for certain he can never erase her entirely from his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jiyool-ah, be a good girl. We’re going to meet appa!” Ayumi bent over to pick up the soft toy which the baby girl has flung onto the floor. “I guess our Jiyool is really excited today?” Ayumi smiled as Jiyool walked forward with her tiny, unstable steps. Taking out her Polaroid camera, Ayumi started taking photos of Jiyool and the neighborhood which she missed. Her smile froze for a brief moment as she felt nervousness taking over her. Before her was the house which she used to stay in with the man she loved the most in the whole of her life. “Jiyool, this house!” stopping her daughter from walking further, Ayumi carried her and went over to ring the doorbell after taking in a deep breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll get the door; just keep your eyes on the food!” Yunho shouted as he ran towards the door. Pulling it open, Yunho’s jaw dropped as his mind registered the image of his missing wife. Smiling a little awkwardly, Ayumi greeted him first. “Yeobo… How have you been?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeo… Yeobo…” Yunho finally found his voice as he returned to reality. Upon hearing the voice which she missed so dearly, tears started welling up in Ayumi’s eyes and rolled off her cheeks. Yunho’s first instinct was to wipe away her tears. The both of them got lost once again in the deep abyss of each other’s eyes. “Yunnie, who is it?” seeing that Yunho hasn’t came in, Jaejoong switched off the flame at the stove and walked out of the kitchen. Snapping back, Ayumi looked at Jiyool who is playing with a strand of her hair. “Jiyool-ah, aren’t you going to greet appa?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Appa?” Yunho gazed at the little girl who was barely a quarter of his height. “Jiyool? She’s…”&lt;br /&gt;Just then, Jaejoong came to the door. Looking at the woman, he recognized her immediately as the one in the wedding photo that hung in Yunho’s bedroom. His eyes widened as he noticed the presence of Jiyool.&lt;br /&gt;“She’s two this year. Jung Jiyool, your daughter.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Daughter?” Jaejoong remained transfixed at his position as he watched Yunho squat down to Jiyool’s level. Moving forward, Jiyool smiled at Yunho and hugged him, not seeming to be afraid of him at all despite meeting him for the first time. “I thought… you aborted…” Yunho stunned at the hug.&lt;br /&gt;“How could I bear to abort our baby? Our precious baby…” tears started spilling again for Ayumi.&lt;br /&gt;“Why… why now… you left me two years ago and it took me so long to mend half of my heart for Jae!” his sudden outburst sent Jiyool running to hide behind Ayumi.&lt;br /&gt;“Left you? If I did I wouldn’t have given birth to Jiyool. But you… left me for Jae?” Ayumi glared at the man standing beside them the whole time whom she presumes is ‘Jae’. Feeling his throat scorching dry, Jaejoong couldn’t make out any words even if he wanted to. Although he knew about Ayumi’s existence, he always knew it as she left Yunho for her dreams. Yunho mentioned that she aborted the baby, not keep it. His heart ached, but not as much as how it ached seeing someone who brought pain, misery and betrayal to his lover claim that he was the one at fault. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running his fingers through his hair, Yunho inhaled deeply to calm his emotions. “Give me some time to digest all this information… I will contact you.” He glanced once again at his daughter whom he thought was dead all these years. Ayumi sighed as she pushed Jiyool gently towards Yunho again. “Say bye to appa. We’re going home now.” Jiyool looked at him with her large, doll-liked eyes, blinking them innocently as she waved goodbye. Something within Yunho felt like its melting as he watched her walk away with tiny steps. Yet his heart ached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubbing his bloodshot eyes, Yunho thanked god it was a public holiday. In the state he was in, he can’t make it to work and survive the day long enough to get home safely. Just as he was about to head to the kitchen to grab some bread for breakfast, the doorbell rang. Half dreading who might be at the door, he carefully pulled it open. “Good to see you’re already awake! I need you to take care of Jiyool today until I get off. Unlike everyone else, there’s no such thing as holidays for me.” As Ayumi spoke, Jiyool already made her way into the house. Before Yunho could react, Ayumi passed him a bag containing Jiyool’s toys and clothes and went off after kissing Jiyool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ji… yool?” Yunho called her name carefully, as if she was a porcelain doll which might break if he raised his voice a decibel. Jiyool reacted by squealing and smiling at him as she ran around him in circles. Yunho instantly let down his guard and bent over to her level. Caressing her long locks of hair tenderly, he brought her close to him. “Jiyool-ah, have you eaten? Shall appa make some porridge?” he smiled warmly at her. The fact that his daughter is alive all along is simply too overwhelming, topping it off with her being right in front of him right now simply took away all of his tiredness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trimming the roses diligently, Ayumi had a gentle smile playing on her lips the whole time. “What’s the occasion?” Ye Seul decided to address to her burning question by asking what has been on her mind the whole morning. “We didn’t receive any large orders or make a lot of profits, so why is our lady boss grinning away?” Ye Seul said jokingly. As compared to when Ayumi first hired her as an assistant florist two years ago, she has opened up a lot more since and Ye Seul cracks a few jokes occasionally to liven up the atmosphere. “Jiyool finally met Yunho.” Ayumi could not help but smile brightly at the mention of the two most important people in her life. Ye Seul gave a knowing nod. No wonder Ayumi is in a good mood. She has been talking about Yunho all the time and how perfect it would be if Yunho could acknowledge his daughter. Her dream is finally fulfilled. But there’s one thing which Ye Seul would never understand. Why did Ayumi leave separately from Yunho if they were so much in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jiyool, you have to dry your hair first!” Yunho shouted as he chased after her. Unlike how quiet and obedient she was when she just arrived; Jiyool is now laughing excitedly and running all over the house, refusing to listen to Yunho. Exasperated, Yunho wondered how Ayumi managed to take care of Jiyool for these two years all on her own. “Jiyool-ah! Appa is tired, stop running!” Yunho plunged towards the couch to rest. Seeing that her appa isn’t chasing after her anymore, Jiyool slowly walked towards the couch, finding it unexciting to run on her own. Pleased, Yunho picked her up and sat her on his lap to towel dry her hair. “So naughty, just like your umma who likes to play the chasing game.” Yunho chuckled. Subconsciously, he had mentioned Ayumi but forgot about how his heart would ache whenever she was brought up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishing out the key which she hasn’t used in ages, Ayumi wondered if Yunho has changed the lock to the door. Slowly inserting it, Ayumi unknowingly stopped breathing for a brief second as she turned the key. Unlocking it easily, the door swung open. Heaving a sigh of relief, Ayumi stepped into the house to find the place similar to a warzone. “Jiyool must be the one who messed up the place.” Shaking her head, she placed aside her bag and went to get the mop and a piece of cloth to clean the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally done cleaning, Ayumi went around the house with a permanent marker and scribbled on everything in her sight. Satisfied with her work, she pushed open the door to the bedroom gently and poked her head in. Lying on the bed was Yunho, holding Jiyool snugly in his embrace as they slept. Ayumi tiptoed in and started working on the only room left untouched by her marker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swiftly placing everything in the room back into place, Ayumi took out her Polaroid camera and snapped pictures of the two sleeping figures. Picking out the one she decided came out the best, she took out a notebook from her bag and pasted in it. Writing a short paragraph under it, she then left it on the bedside table as gift to Yunho – her photo journal from when she was carrying Jiyool till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making his way into Yunho’s bedroom, Jaejoong stood frozen at the image before him - Yunho and Ayumi sleeping on the same bed, with Jiyool between them. Dropping his keys in shock, he quickly picked it up as Yunho jolt awake. “Jae?” he sat upright and looked at his lover concernedly. Jaejoong simply shook his head. “Wash up quickly and come down. We need to talk.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at Jaejoong who has been sitting in silence for the past few minutes, Yunho cleared his throat and gathered his courage to break the ice. “Jae…”&lt;br /&gt;“Are you reuniting with them? Now that Ayumi came back with Jiyool, are you going to reunite with them and form a happy family?” Jaejoong went straight to the point.&lt;br /&gt;“I-” Yunho wasn’t surprised at the question, but he had a difficulty trying to find the right answer within him. Ayumi had selfishly abandoned him, leaving him to think that his child has been aborted and that they will forever vanish from his life. Jaejoong was the one who came along to pick up all the broken pieces of his heart and stayed by him although their love was forbidden and he could not give Jaejoong any status. Now, Ayumi returns with Jiyool and expects everything to remain unchanged? Even though a lot of his love has been invested and forked out to Ayumi, she has given him up when she left. His heart ached so much over her precisely because he still loves her. He once thought his life was over just like this, but Jaejoong was the miracle that appeared. Jaejoong… Even though he really wanted Jiyool, he couldn’t let Jaejoong down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It is so difficult to choose between me and her? She vanished for two years, Yunnie! She lied and left!” &lt;br /&gt;“But she had her own reason, and I know the reason very well. Furthermore, my love for them already started years ago. You know how much I adore kids too, Jae... Jiyool is my flesh and blood.”&lt;br /&gt;“What if you definitely have to pick one?”&lt;br /&gt;“Jae… please don’t make me choose…” Yunho looked at Jaejoong pleadingly but was met with Jaejoong’s cold and determined eyes. “If I absolutely have to make a decision… that would be you. I’ll pick you, Jae…” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A/N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey everyone, i know i promised an update for Bad Woman, but here's a two shot while waiting for me to update okay? :D&lt;br /&gt;part two will be uploaded soon~&lt;br /&gt;please drop me a comment or two alright? :D&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-8800198100722246666?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/8800198100722246666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=8800198100722246666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/8800198100722246666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/8800198100722246666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-bye-love-part-i.html' title='Love Bye Love [Part I]'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/TGpJw4WMGZI/AAAAAAAABMY/FII5_J6zo9w/s72-c/Love+Bye+Love+poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-1591036757743314066</id><published>2010-07-23T16:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T01:41:08.592+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Over Dose'/><title type='text'>Over Dose [Part II]</title><content type='html'>Suggested song: Happiness by Navy NJ&lt;br /&gt;(http://www.esnips.com/doc/23d87e18-fdcc-479e-8166-9566049c500b/Gavy-NJ---Happiness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Over Dose 【Two-shot】&lt;/span&gt;- Part II&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/TEnUGHZOJgI/AAAAAAAABMA/cl5AJ0LG_Ss/s1600/Over+Dose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/TEnUGHZOJgI/AAAAAAAABMA/cl5AJ0LG_Ss/s320/Over+Dose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497158021711537666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Originally a manga by Toko Kawai 【川唯東子】&lt;br /&gt;`This one-shot is a spin off from the original manga, Over Dose&lt;br /&gt;`Some sentences might be lifted off the manga, full credits still go to Toko Kawai for creating this awesome manga!&lt;br /&gt;`I love the manga by the way :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Junsu as Yuuji Aihara&lt;br /&gt;Jang Ri In as Chikao Sena&lt;br /&gt;Cho Kyuhyun as Gou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;::Recap::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leaving him, and leading a life like he has never existed before, it hurts… staying by his side and enduring everything, even him cheating on me, it hurts too… no matter which path I choose, it will be painful for me… I’ve been so indulgent towards him that I let him do as he pleases, even if I will hurt in the process. But I can’t leave him. I just love him so much it has become an attachment I find it difficult to live without. I love him so much… that it has come to an extent I can’t leave or stay by him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:: OVER DOSE PART II ::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Junsu, your phone has been ringing nonstop. Aren’t you going to answer it? Ri In might have something good to tell you.” Henry eyed the mobile phone on the table which never stopped vibrating. “You guys, it’s either Ri In swallows everything or a big quarrel whenever you guys fight… I don’t even know what kind of relationship is between you two right now. You should apologise to her before it is too late.”&lt;br /&gt;“Cut the crap, we’ve broken up.” Junsu downed his nth glass of liquor.&lt;br /&gt;“How many times have I heard you say that this year?” Henry chuckled; seemingly sure they would patch things up because Ri In is so forgiving towards Junsu regardless what it is.&lt;br /&gt;“This time it’s for real.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clutching onto her mobile phone tightly, Ri In stared at the wallpaper of her and Junsu. Over, it’s all over now. Junsu refuses to answer her calls and there is no way they can pretend the fight didn’t happen. It’s time for her to leave…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wah, time always passes so fast when you’re drinking. It’s morning already!” Henry stretched his tired muscles. “You sure it’s okay? The calls eventually stopped coming. You’re taking advantage of Ri In’s forgiving character and sooner or later she’s going to snap and something terrible will occur.”&lt;br /&gt;“It’s always like this. There’s nothing to worry about.” Junsu waved at Henry and shuffled his feet along home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I need a relaxing bath and some sleep…” Junsu mumbled as he kicked off his shoes. Walking pass Ri In’s room, he decided to pop his head to check. “Ri In, are you still in bed? It’s time for scho-” his words were cut short when he saw how empty the room was. Walking towards the cabinet, he slowly pulled it open, only to see a few pieces of clothing that Ri In has outgrown…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?! You guys broke up for real?!” Henry shook his head. “I told you she’d snap and things are going to get tacky.”&lt;br /&gt;“It just like what happened during the pregnancy case. I think she’s staying with Ara now. We’ve broken up anyway! She can do as she pleases; I’m not holding her back. It’s my rule to not chase after those that run away.” &lt;br /&gt;“So cold and unfeeling. How does she stand that attitude of yours? It’s been nearly a year since you guy got together. What do you see in her?” Henry leaned against the counter, making himself comfortable for a long story.&lt;br /&gt;“Our bodies, they just come together so perfectly. It fits together amazingly well.” Junsu licked his lips lustfully at the thought of Ri In. Henry raised his eyebrow for more. “Well… she has good personality, and she’s pretty adorable. Also…”&lt;br /&gt;“Junsu,” a lady’s voice suddenly called out. “Mind if I have a word with you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m returning this to you. I took what I needed already, so if there’s anything I left behind you can throw it out. I don’t care.” Ri In passed the key to Junsu, who only nodded in reply. Watching beside them, Henry fidgeted at the tensed relationship. “Wait! You guys came a long way, there’s still time to reconsider and make up!” &lt;br /&gt;“It’s okay; I’ve made up my mind this time.” Ri In smiled bitterly. “Thanks for everything till now, Junsu. I’ll see you around…” this time, it was Ri In who left without looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as Henry left for his date with Ryeowook, Kyuhyun went over to approach Junsu, a haughty expression on his face. “So Ri In broke up with you.”&lt;br /&gt;“Is it your hobby to eavesdrop on people’s conversations?” Junsu fixed his focus on drying the plates.&lt;br /&gt;“No, Ri In told me herself. Because she didn’t want to remember anything about you, so she told me.” Kyuhyun scoffed.&lt;br /&gt;“Do as you wish then. It no longer concerns me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Junsu?! Why are you at my house so early?” Henry exclaimed as he quickly let Junsu in. “Are you alright? You look horrible!”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not alright. My head is splitting apart. I think I drank too much…” Junsu threw himself onto the couch.&lt;br /&gt;“Honestly speaking, I don’t understand your relationship with Ri In at all… she’s going out with Kyuhyun now. Although she gave in to his persistence, it appears that she’s actually enjoying herself. I thought she would’ve clung onto you. I guess I really don’t understand human relations…”&lt;br /&gt;“Well, Kyuhyun is the type that wags his tail playfully; he’s the one that is suitable for Ri In.” Junsu muttered and turned away, finding no need to further continue in this conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wear that orange coat! It really suits you, Ri In! I can’t wait for our date later.” Kyuhyun chattered excitedly on his mobile phone. “I’ll get off work earlier today to pick you up. See you later then!”&lt;br /&gt;‘So what Henry said is true. Ara gave Ri In a makeover.’ Junsu thought as he wiped the counter. Shaking his head, he told himself on concentrate on his work instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering the bar, Junsu spotted a few of the girls he used to hang out with. Noticing his presence as well, they waved eagerly and invited him to join them for a drink. Shaking his head with a smile, he declined. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted someone who shone and stood out from the crowd. Wavy brown curls replacing her originally black, silky straight hair, Ri In looked more mesmerizing than ever. She was also wearing contact lenses instead of her usual spectacles. Going over, he leaned forward to stroke her hair. “Such a huge transformation.” Ri In jerked and slapped his hand away immediately. Junsu froze and stared at her. “Is it wrong to touch someone whom I’ve broken up with? Got it, it was my bad.” Junsu straightened himself with a straight face. Just as he was turning away, a lady approached him. “Are you alone? Wanna go somewhere else?” Junsu nodded briefly and went off with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sticking his hands in his pockets, Junsu barely took a glance at the lady with him. “Is your place near? Can I go over? I heard you broke up with Jang Ri In, so you’re single now, right?” without a change in expression, Junsu stopped in his tracks and turned down her suggestion. Left alone, he started to wonder why he did what he has just done. The first time he ever turned down a woman’s invitation. Looking up at the sky, he noticed it has started to snow. Reaching his hand out, he watched the snow fall onto and melt away on his palm. Falling and falling, so cold yet gentle…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t mess with me! Don’t you know that toying with a woman’s feelings is the worst thing to do?!” Junsu practically got thrown against the wall. He remained silent, taking whatever the lady threw in his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She totally punched me harshly. The ring she was wearing sure hit my face hard.” Junsu chuckled as if he was telling a joke about someone else, gently touching the bruise on his face. Shaking his head, Ryeowook laughed. “Just your luck to run into someone this tough. But you deserved it.” Entering the restaurant was a loud and familiar voice. “Excuse me; is there a vacant seat for a party of five?” Ara shouted as soon as she entered. Gasping loudly, she pointed at Junsu. “You’re here too?! I didn’t expect you to be here at Ryeowook’s restaurant!” Junsu remained silent as he gulped down his drink.&lt;br /&gt;“I know this sounds bad, but we’re all here to celebrate Ri In’s birthday today. Would you mind being considerate and leave the restaurant?” Ara requested despite Henry’s objections. &lt;br /&gt;“What does Junsu have to do with this when he’s already settled things with Ri In?” Henry protested.&lt;br /&gt;“It’s alright, Henry. I’ll leave.” Junsu left the money for his drink on the counter and stood up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking towards the door, he was just in time to bump into Ri In who entered with Kyuhyun. Exchanging glances for a mere second, Ri In turned away quickly and continued chatting with Kyuhyun. Stood rooted to the ground, Junsu plastered a bitter smile on his face. “Yo, let’s go grab some drinks!” Henry slung his arm around Junsu and steered him out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Is it okay for you to be drinking with me here? Don’t you have to attend the birthday party?”&lt;br /&gt;“What I do is my freedom. And Ryeowook would understand anyway.” Henry popped open a can of beer. “But that was a real mean face you put on back there. You look like you’re falling apart.”&lt;br /&gt;“I can’t seem to think clearly. My body hurts and I can’t seem to want anything. Even if I have some girl in bed already, my body doesn’t seem to listen to me. I just blank out…” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks for the watch, Kyuhyun!” Ri In smiled at the watch she was wearing. Kyuhyun pulled up his sleeve to reveal an identical watch – couple watches. “It’s getting late, have a good night’s rest!” Kyuhyun pecked her on the forehead before leaving. Rubbing her eyes, Ri In grumbled softly. “These contacts are no good… it hurts…” looking right at the watch she was wearing, a thought formed in her mind. “This looks like a handcuff…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, Junsu! Still having stomach pain? Let’s meet at Ryeowook’s restaurant! I don’t think the two will be here tonight.” Junsu accepted Henry’s invitation and hung up quickly. Grabbing onto his shirt, he felt his insides churn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greeting him at the table nearest to the entrance, Henry pointed to the couple at the counter. “Looks like they came after all. Let’s go somewhere else!” &lt;br /&gt;Junsu shook his head. “I’ve to ask Kyuhyun something anyway.” Walking over to their table, Junsu shouted Kyuhyun’s name to get his attention even before reaching the table. “Where did you place the keys to the inventory? The manager was looking for them earlier.”&lt;br /&gt;“I always place it at… oh! It’s in the pocket of my apron! I’ll call him.” Junsu nodded at his reply and excused himself from the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he even took another step away from the table, a lady came up and hugged him. “I haven’t seen you in a long time, Junsu! Who are you going out with?” Junsu remained silent as he pressed down on his tummy. “What’s wrong, Junsu? You’re really pale! Are you sick?” Junsu’s insides started rumbling so loudly he could even hear it. Perspirations started to drip from his forehead. “Junsu! Are you-”&lt;br /&gt;“Shut up, leave me alone!” Junsu collapsed against the wall beside him. &lt;em&gt;‘Do I have to live with this pain for the rest of my life? Is this my punishment for hurting Ri In?’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Junsu! Are you okay? You look really pale!” Henry rushed over. Junsu shook his head and repeatedly asked him to leave him alone.&lt;br /&gt;“Ri In, let’s go on a trip next month! Ri In?” Kyuhyun waved his hand before her. Ri In turned her attention back to Kyuhyun only for a second before reverting back to Junsu. While Kyuhyun told her the plans he has made, nothing he said went into Ri In’s mind at all. Tears started rolling off her cheeks as she stood up. “Why… why is it that I can’t seem to hate him? I’m sorry, Kyuhyun…” while she muttered those words, her gaze remained fixed on Junsu’s trembling body. Her heart aches when she sees him in pain. The feelings she had for Junsu never changed one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Junsu, maybe we should go to the hospital!” Henry turned to Ryeowook. “Call the ambulance!”&lt;br /&gt;“Are you okay? What did you do to yourself…?” Ri In knelt down before Junsu and held his hand. “You’re perspiring profusely… Where does it hurt?”&lt;br /&gt;“It hurts… I was so cruel to you… Ri In, it seems that I’m fine when I’m with you.” Junsu pulled her into a tight embrace. “For this one time… just one last time, will you forgive me? Please, Ri In. Don’t throw me away…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was always testing her. To see how much she can take, how much she would forgive me for. My body quivered with joy when she forgave me. The joy of being loved by her… owning her heart…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Appendicitis? That selfish jerk, he didn’t even mention it to any of us! What if it worsen and he dies?!” Ara cried.&lt;br /&gt;“You’re making a mountain out of a molehill.” Henry casually remarked and Ri In easily laughed along. Although they were able to joke about the situation now, it was a really scary experience. She thought she would really lose Junsu when the ambulance came and rushed him to the hospital. Thankfully he recovered well. She can’t imagine life without the person she loves so dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you sleeping? Can you pick me up at Ryeowook’s restaurant? I didn’t drive today.”&lt;br /&gt;“Again? Can’t you take a cab?” Junsu picked himself off the bed, knowing that Ri In would claim she has used up all her money. Grabbing his shirt with one hand, he promised to pick her up and hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re chauffeur is here for you, Ri In~” Ara laughed.&lt;br /&gt;“Who are you calling a chauffeur?” Junsu literally shot death glares towards her. “Let’s go, Ri In.”&lt;br /&gt;“But I wanna stay a little longer. Come sit with me!” Ri In smiled sweetly at him. &lt;br /&gt;“Then why did you call me to pick you up already?”&lt;br /&gt;“You were the one who arrived early!” &lt;br /&gt;The clique doubled up in laughter as Junsu made his way out of the restaurant after saying he won’t wait for Ri In. &lt;br /&gt;“He really left?! What a narrow-minded man. Forget it, Ri In! You can sleepover at my house tonight!” Ara offered.&lt;br /&gt;“It’s okay, Ara. I’ll be leaving first!” Ri In bowed in apology to the group and headed for the exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the railing outside the restaurant, Junsu grinned when he saw Ri In running out. “I can’t find a parking lot so the car is parked quite far away. We’ll have to walk a little.” Junsu went over to hold her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will I stay this way? Or will I revert back to my former self? I don’t know the answer for certain, but to be enveloped in Ri In’s love is actually quite a pleasant feeling… when I started being honest to myself, I realised that the gem I was searching for is actually right in my hands.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A/N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for taking SOOOOOOOO long to update part II ! please dont hit me!&lt;br /&gt;i was really busy with all my school work. but the semester's coming to an end soon, so hopefully you guys would be seeing more of me! :D&lt;br /&gt;do drop your comments about this update!&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-1591036757743314066?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/1591036757743314066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=1591036757743314066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/1591036757743314066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/1591036757743314066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2010/07/over-dose-part-ii.html' title='Over Dose [Part II]'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/TEnUGHZOJgI/AAAAAAAABMA/cl5AJ0LG_Ss/s72-c/Over+Dose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-6596935060607909831</id><published>2010-06-24T17:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T01:41:30.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Over Dose'/><title type='text'>Over Dose [Part I]</title><content type='html'>Suggested song: Miss U by Tohoshinki&lt;br /&gt;(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k4jlxPMg6RA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Over Dose 【Two-shot】&lt;/span&gt;- Part I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/TEnUGHZOJgI/AAAAAAAABMA/cl5AJ0LG_Ss/s1600/Over+Dose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/TEnUGHZOJgI/AAAAAAAABMA/cl5AJ0LG_Ss/s320/Over+Dose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497158021711537666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Originally a manga by Toko Kawai 【川唯東子】&lt;br /&gt;`This one-shot is a spin off from the original manga, Over Dose&lt;br /&gt;`Some sentences might be lifted off the manga, full credits still go to Toko Kawai for creating this awesome manga!&lt;br /&gt;`I love the manga by the way :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Junsu as Yuuji Aihara&lt;br /&gt;Jang Ri In as Chikao Sena&lt;br /&gt;Cho Kyuhyun as Gou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is it that draws me to him? The cold, unfeeling and cruel him. Him who tears my heart apart so often. Yet I can’t bring myself to hate him. Why do I love him despite all the pain? This is like an over dose of drugs… I can’t tear myself away from him… the more I felt like melting, the more I loved him…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ri In? Can you come over to settle my bill for me please?” Ri In sat up groggily in bed, rubbing her eyes whilst her mobile phone nestled comfortably at the crook of her neck. “It’s 2 A.M., Junsu… I’m sleeping…” Ri In’s voice grew noticeably irritated with this person named ‘Junsu’. Running her fingers through her silky long hair, she started biting on her lower lip when she heard a lady crooning Junsu’s name in the background. “Junsu, whom are you with now?” Ri In inhaled deeply to prepare herself mentally. Indeed, his reply was the usual answer he gave. And as usual, Jang Ri In swallowed it down, got dressed and headed for the club where Junsu was dating with other girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking into the club Junsu frequented, Ri In was greeted warmly by her friends – who are also Junsu’s friends. “Ri Innie? What are you doing here at this hour?!” Ryeowook exclaimed as soon as he spotted her. Pushing her spectacles up the bridge of her nose, she smiled awkwardly at them. Henry nudged Ryeowook and pointed to the back of the club. “Ri In, you’re too kind. He’s always here on dates and he always makes you come pay his bills. How can you stand it when your boyfriend is cheating on you so openly?”&lt;br /&gt;“Honestly, Ri In. If you leave him, you’re bound to get someone better than that playboy. I mean, you’re a really understanding and thoughtful girl!” Ryeowook added.&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks for your compliment! I’ll see you guys around. I’m gonna go get Junsu now.” Ri In waved briefly before heading towards the usual spot where Junsu hung around. Shaking his head, Ryeowook sighed. She is indeed an innocent and sweet girl who only took the compliment out of his whole speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passing by the tables, Ri In is conscious of the murmurings and peeks thrown towards her, but she chose not to bother herself with it. “Ri In is being toyed with and yet she forgives everything…” “What an idiot, won’t Junsu feel guilty?” “What we tell her is all futile. She forgives everything in the end.” “Her entire heart and mind has been possessed by Kim Junsu.” Hastening her pace, she arrived at Junsu’s table, where he smirked at her while his arm was still casually slung around the lady leaning against his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where are you touching me? Don’t do perverted things~ hmm… can I then touch Junsu where I want to touch you too?” the lady’s face was mere millimeters away from Junsu’s. Her staring intently on the rearview mirror, Ri In’s hands clutched onto the steering wheel tightly with her lips pressed into a thin line. Junsu raised his head up and looked into the mirror, meeting her gaze. “What’s wrong? You’re conscious of your friend?” the lady noticed the exchange of gazes. “Not a friend. She’s my girlfriend.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m going to bed.” Ri In threw off her shoes as soon as she entered the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;“What? Are you mad because I was with a woman?” Junsu settled himself on the couch, still nonchalant.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not. You’re always dating other girls. I’m used to it.” Hearing her reply, Junsu went over and hugged her from the back. Leaving kisses along her neck, he pinned her against the nearest wall. “You’re really cute. Don’t cry, alright? I won’t see her again. So what if I date a few girls?” Caressing Ri In’s cheek tenderly, he lowered his lips onto hers.&lt;br /&gt;“You’re such a jerk, Junsu… you’re the cruelest man on earth…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I met him in high school. He was well-known for his attitude towards girls – the playboy. I met him by chance and it was love at first sight. As compared to being rejected, I preferred being able to look at him. Before I knew it, graduation was nearing and I confessed my feelings to him. It was a miracle he accepted me. The countless nights imagining myself weeping after being rejected vanished into thin air. He accepted me as his girlfriend. But we did more than just holding hands and hugging. It definitely did not stop at kissing too. He wanted more. Outrageously more. I know the reason he accepted me was because I was a fresh change from the usual sexually appealing girls that hung out with him. I wore spectacles and according to him, I did not have any fashion sense at all. And also… he hasn’t tried a virgin before. He wanted me only for something new and fun. Yet I gave in to his every request…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying in bed beside Junsu, Ri In gathered the blanket and wrapped it around her body. “It’s weird how I spend most of my time with you. We spent the longest time together. I tried other girls too, but still, our bodies are most compatible. That’s important.” Junsu sat up and lit a cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;“Jerk… you’re so cruel… but why can’t I hate you? Why do I love you so much? Don’t toy with me…” Ri In muttered.&lt;br /&gt;“You’re free to leave me whenever you want.” Junsu smiled at her, the smile of a devil. “I won’t hold you back.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I heard Ri In is coming tomorrow for our gathering! I haven’t seen her in ages!” Kyuhyun slapped Junsu on the back and grinned brightly. “She’s the first lady I met who is this adorable and caring towards everyone…”&lt;br /&gt;Junsu turned towards him. “Adorable? You seem rather infatuated with her.”&lt;br /&gt;“W-what do you mean? You’re going out with her currently!” Kyuhyun stuttered.&lt;br /&gt;“It doesn’t matter; I’m still dating other girls anyway.” Junsu replied nonchalantly.&lt;br /&gt;“How can you say such mean things?! Why do you date her if you’re just toying with her? If it was me…”&lt;br /&gt;Before Kyuhyun could finish his sentence, Junsu left him behind in the locker room. “Get back outside. I don’t want to be the only waiter slogging my guts out serving all those customers.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ri In, you’re here to meet Junsu to go for the gathering together?” Kyuhyun’s face brightened up as soon as he saw her walk into the restaurant. Ri in bowed politely and nodded. “Nice to see you again, Kyuhyun. It’s been long since we last met.”&lt;br /&gt;“Junsu is still washing the dishes though. He’s on duty tonight. Since I’m going for the gathering too, why don’t the both of us head over first?” Kyuhyun suggested excitedly. “I can drive you!”&lt;br /&gt;Ri in shook her head and sat down by the table, just in time to see Junsu walking out. A shadow of disappointment casted over Kyuhyun’s face, only noticeable to Junsu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ri In, you really endure a lot! He goes out every night but you’re still okay with it. We thought all was over when Junsu got into that pregnancy case.” Henry laughed as he watches Junsu and Ri In act lovey dovey.&lt;br /&gt;“What?! Preg-preg… pregnancy case?!” Kyuhyun exclaimed, jumping up from his seat.&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t you know? The so-called model nearly got married to Junsu!” Ryeowook explained. “But in the end he discovered it was all a lie fabricated by the model. Junsu apologized to Ri In and everything was forgiven. Although at that time, Junsu and Ri In were on the verge of a breakup because they were quarreling so fiercely.”&lt;br /&gt;“Quit talking about my alcohol-induced misfortune.” Junsu butted in, placing vegetables into Ri In’s bowl. Ri In smiled and continued eating her food quietly. All these while, Kyuhyun glared at Junsu, curbing his wish to murder him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You know what? If we give Ri In a makeover, I bet she’d be extremely popular with guys! A lighter hair colour and contact lenses instead of spectacles.” Ara twirled a lock of Ri In’s hair and said wistfully. Kyuhyun nodded in agreement at once. “I could help you in a makeover! Brown hair would suit you very well!” he pulled Ri In up and turned this way and that.&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry, but I prefer my Ri In as she is…” Junsu grabbed Ri In back to his side and pulled her into a kiss, sending the group of friends into frenzy. Meanwhile, Kyuhyun’s face darkened once again as he yearned to pull Ri In away from Kim Junsu forever…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry for not coming home yesterday night, Ri In. I’m staying out tonight as well. I’ll be back tomorrow evening; don’t skip meals just because you’re ‘not hungry’!” Ri In sighed at the voice message that she repeated over and over again. Deciding that she can’t just waste the rest of her day being upset over this, Ri In got up to draw up a shopping list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How did I end up buying so much stuff…?” Ri In grumbled as she tried to balance the bags. Suddenly, she felt the load lift off her hand. Raising her head, she was greeted by a smiley Kyuhyun. Offering to carry the bags and walk her home, Ri In accepted gratefully. “Thank you for your help! I’m sure you have more important things to do yet I held you up.” Kyuhyun merely shook his head, happy that he was of some help to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wow, your place is pretty spacious!” Kyuhyun exclaimed as he sipped at the tea Ri In offered him.&lt;br /&gt;“You think so? There’s only a dining room and kitchen, and two bedrooms. It’s a pretty tight fit for two people actually.”&lt;br /&gt;“I mean, since you’re with Junsu, I thought you guys would be sharing a room the size of a tatami mat.” Kyuhyun laughed dryly.&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t tease me. We’re just sharing a lease. I wanted to live near the school since I’m continuing my graduate studies and he happened to want to move out of his home after graduation. It just makes thing easier in terms of rent.” Ri In explained.&lt;br /&gt;“I see… so… where is Junsu? Isn’t it his day off today?”&lt;br /&gt;Ri in paused momentarily before replying. “He hasn’t been home since yesterday… Seems like he won’t be back tonight.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ri In…” Kyuhyun’s voice was rough with a tinge of fury. “Why do you love Junsu? He might be good looking, but he’s a complete jerk! I know he went on a date with a pretty woman who patronized the restaurant yesterday! Utter disgrace. I would never do that to you! If I were him, I…” Ri In looked at Kyuhyun in shock, startled by his sudden outburst. Running his fingers through his hair, he finally mustered up enough courage. “We didn’t meet by chance. I was on my way here to see you. Ri In, I… I like you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spacing out although her books were in front of her, Kyuhyun’s words ran repeatedly in Ri In’s mind. The sounds of the front door opening jolted her out of her thoughts. “I’m home! Are you still studying?” Junsu placed his coat on the couch and walked towards the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;“I thought you weren’t coming home tonight?” Ri In got up to follow him into the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;“I changed my mind.” Junsu peered at the sink. “You haven’t eaten your dinner, have you? The sink is still empty.”&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t get hungry when I’m alone…”&lt;br /&gt;“That’s what you always say. How can your brain function without food? I’ll whip up something fast for you.” Junsu went towards the refrigerator but was stopped halfway. Ri In hugged him tightly from the back, burying her face in his shirt. “I don’t need food…”&lt;br /&gt;“Is that so? I see…” Junsu smirked. “How ’bout… we head to bed then?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaning against Junsu’s chest, Ri In listened to the rhythmic beating of his heart. “Kyuhyun dropped by today. I met him and he helped me carry the groceries back home. Over tea, he…” Ri In felt Junsu’s muscles tensing. “He confessed?” looking at him in bewilderment, Ri In wondered how he found out.&lt;br /&gt;“Do as you please. Kyuhyun is certainly someone who can love you wholeheartedly.” Junsu appeared to be indifferent as usual.&lt;br /&gt;“He asked me why I fell for you. Even I myself am not sure why I fell for such a cruel man. But I do know I can’t tear myself away from you. I love you so much, I can’t help it. Tell me, Junsu… that I am enough for you. I can satisfy all your needs. So tell me, that I’m all you need…”&lt;br /&gt;“Do you really love me this much, Ri In?” Junsu gently wiped the tears that are starting to fall off her cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;“Why do I have to love someone like you? Why can’t I just hate you?! Why…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m home…” Ri In rubbed her bloodshot eyes from staying up the whole night to rush the assignment. Noticing a pair of stilettos that could not possibly belong to her, Ri In cleared her throat loudly as she walked into the apartment. “I’m home!” this time, she heard a gasp belonging to a woman and saw movement on the couch to hurriedly cover her body with a blanket. “Welcome home, Ri Innie!” Junsu walked out of his room grinning. “Can you lend her some clothes? She dirtied hers and mine are too big for her.”&lt;br /&gt;Nodding her head slightly, Ri In walked to her room and came out with t-shirts. As soon as the lady saw the clothes, she started laughing. “My gosh, are you serious?! These shirts are so out of fashion! I can’t wear any of these, there’s no style to them at all!” she shook her head as she rummaged through the pile. Just then, she fished out a striped t-shirt. “Oh! I can wear this!”&lt;br /&gt;Spinning around sharply, Ri In lunged towards her and grabbed the shirt. “Not this one! You can’t have this one!” the lady held on tightly onto the shirt, refusing to let go.&lt;br /&gt;“What’s the big deal, it’s just a shirt. Let her have it. You pulled an all-nighter last night, didn’t you? Go grab some sleep. I’m sending her home.” Ri In bit her lips, feeling angry and upset as she watched them leave the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you asleep? You’re gonna fall sick if you don’t put on the blanket.” Junsu sat on the edge of Ri In’s bed and started caressing her hair. Ri In sprang up from her position on bed and smacked his hand away immediately, glaring at him. “What the… fine, I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting you to be home this early. What’s there to sulk about?”&lt;br /&gt;“That shirt was important to me! That’s the only gift you ever gave me and I don’t want to part with it!”&lt;br /&gt;“So that’s what got you so upset? It’s okay; I’ll just buy you another one, okay?” Junsu pulled her close and attempted to kiss her. Ri In shook her head and pushed him away.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not like you, Junsu. I can’t just settle for a replacement. All I want is to keep what I treasure by my side. You don’t understand!”&lt;br /&gt;“Those kinds of woman’s emotional talk again… do me a favour and go tell that to someone else.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Junsu… if you’re tired of me, why don’t you just dump me!” Ri In shouted.&lt;br /&gt;“This is the kind of conversation that sends my nerves jumping! If you’re looking for some romantic fairy tale, I’m the wrong guy. If you want a break up, fine. You can leave whenever you want and look for someone who would devote his all to you.” Junsu stormed out of her room angrily, with Ri In stumbling to go after him.&lt;br /&gt;“Junsu… Jun…”&lt;br /&gt;“Shut up! Go do whatever you want. I’m not interested.” Junsu slammed the front door shut, without even looking back at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leaving him, and leading a life like he has never existed before, it hurts… staying by his side and enduring everything, even him cheating on me, it hurts too… no matter which path I choose, it will be painful for me… I’ve been so indulgent towards him that I let him do as he pleases, even if I will hurt in the process. But I can’t leave him. I just love him so much it has become an attachment I find it difficult to live without. I love him so much… that it has come to an extent I can’t leave or stay by him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTE&lt;/strong&gt;: this is PART I of the two shot. Part II will be posted soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A/N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i havent been updating in ages, i'm so sorry *bows*&lt;br /&gt;this is not an update for Bad Woman though. as you can see, it's a two shot titled 'Over Dose' and is a spin off from the original manga Over Dose by Toko Kawai. It's the exact same story line except that in the manga, it was a yaoi relationship between Yuuji and Chakao (Junsu and Ri In in this spin off). And if you're wondering yaoi, it's boy X boy.&lt;br /&gt;it's a wonderful manga though, and this spin off was decided under &lt;strong&gt;Zhen Zhen&lt;/strong&gt;'s request. of course i couldnt decline, this was such a great manga!&lt;br /&gt;i had fun writing this though. Part II will be posted soon and no worries, Bad Woman WILL be updated soon as well :D&lt;br /&gt;so stick by me and drop comments okay!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-6596935060607909831?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/6596935060607909831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=6596935060607909831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/6596935060607909831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/6596935060607909831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2010/06/over-dose-part-i.html' title='Over Dose [Part I]'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/TEnUGHZOJgI/AAAAAAAABMA/cl5AJ0LG_Ss/s72-c/Over+Dose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-2130833024080625796</id><published>2010-06-02T22:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T22:33:02.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeking for the Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa160/xiaoxi33/BW_blinkie.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chapter 4: Seeking for the Truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunlight spilled into the room and shone brightly across Yunho’s face, waking him. He felt a body leaning against his and for a split second, he forgot he was married and thought the person was Jaejoong. Hugging back tightly, Yunho closed his eyes again intending to sleep in. “Good morning, Yunho!” a gentle voice greeted him. Jolting up in bed, Yunho stared at Sohee and cursed himself mentally. How could he possibly mistake her for Jaejoong? Rubbing his nape nervously, Yunho jumped off the bed quickly and made a run for the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After calling to take the day off, Jaejoong drove steadily towards his destination - the hotel which Yunho told him about, the hotel which started the disastrous marriage. There should be CCTVs lined around the hotel, crucial evidence which speaks the truth of what really happened that night. Jaejoong started tapping his fingers against the steering wheel impatiently whenever a red light pops up. He can’t wait to set his lover free from the clutches of Yoo Sohee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the screen intently, Jaejoong kept his eyes peeled in case he missed the vital moment. Beside him, the security guard kept complaining about him being a nuisance. “You must’ve made a mistake. There were no abnormal occurrences on that specific night. I was on night shift watching all the screens, and I’m very certain about that.” just as the guard finished his sentence, Jaejoong spotted a body all too familiar to him. Jabbing at the screen, Jaejoong hollered for the man to zoom in on Yunho. “He was practically dragged in! Yunho is totally unconscious!” Jaejoong studied the face of the man who had Yunho’s arm slung over his shoulders and concluded he has never seen him before. “Please give me a copy to this part of the tape.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapping away at the keys on her laptop, Sohee had a gentle smile playing on her lips. This is the first publication after she returned from Japan. Although her books are always bestsellers in Japan, she’s still nervous about debuting in Korea. To commemorate such a special occasion, she decided to write about something distinctive in her life - her first love. As she ran through her memory to put down the scenes as detailed as possible, she found her smile growing wider and wider. “The young and innocent first love…” Sohee giggled and clicked on the save button. Pushing the laptop away, she walked towards the window to take a break from reminiscing. Just then, an ominous feeling enveloped her as lightning flashed across the sky which darkened rapidly…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Chang Min-ah, just find me the man carrying Yunho in this tape and I’ll treat you to whatever you want to eat. Unlimited meals!” Jaejoong offered desperately to the tall and slender man called ‘Chang Min‘, otherwise known as the best detective in Korea and Jaejoong’s ex-band mate from DBSK. Hearing the rewards which he wanted, Chang Min snatched the CD out of Jaejoong‘s hands and developed a crystal clear photograph focused on the man’s face. Immediately sending it to all of his workers - which is scattered all over the globe and have hidden identities - Chang Min grinned lopsidedly at Jaejoong. “Hyung, be prepared to bleed out your wallet!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking into the restaurant, Yunho wondered what’s the special occasion. Jaejoong seldom arranged for them to meet in restaurants since he has a passion for cooking while Yunho has an obsession for Jaejoong’s home cooked meals. To add to the mystery, Jaejoong instructed him to sit nearby but stay unnoticed. Spotting Jaejoong immediately, Yunho tilted his head curiously when he spotted another man with him. Settling at a table which he decided fits Jaejoong’s orders, he could hear his lover’s conversation with the man…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Spill. Why did you take unconscious Yunho to the hotel?”&lt;br /&gt;“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”&lt;br /&gt;“This CD has you filmed clearly. If you confess, not only will I let the matter rest, I will give you a lump reward too. But if you choose to keep mum, I guess I’ll have to see you in court for dragging a unconscious man into a hotel. You not only ruined his life, you ruined mine too.”&lt;br /&gt;“C-court?! I was only acting under Yoo Sohee’s orders! I’m innocent!” the man nearly shouted in agitation. &lt;br /&gt;However, this was not all Yunho wanted hear. Storming over to Jaejoong’s table, Yunho settled into the seat beside Jaejoong and glared menacingly at the man. The intent warning stare was more than enough to force the truth out of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaejoong glanced briefly at Yunho whenever he came to a red light. The stern look in his eyes meant business and his fists were tightly clenched. Precisely because he knew Yunho too well, he had offered to drive the man back home, just in case he ends up getting his driving license evoked for good after speeding across the streets and scaring the living daylights out of passer bys. Focusing back on driving, Jaejoong had a little celebratory dance in his mind for unveiling Yoo Sohee’s scheme. At the same time in Yunho’s mind, however, all he wanted to do was to wring Sohee’s head off her neck for interfering with his perfect love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yoo Sohee! Come out right this instant!” Yunho hollered as soon as he stepped into his house. “Yoo Sohee!” barging into their shared bedroom with a loud slam of the door, Yunho held a fixed stare at the sleeping figure. Following closely behind him was Jaejoong, afraid that Yunho might really strangle Sohee as he had threatened to while they were in the car. Even if Sohee has done wrong, Yunho would go to jail for killing her and it’s not worth it. “Calm down, Yunnie…” Jaejoong’s gentle voice soothed Yunho’s nerves slightly. Stirring in bed, Sohee rubbed her eyes as she woke up to all the ruckus they have been making. “What’s going on?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You best have a proper reason for making up this absurd story to get married to me.” Yunho tapped his feet impatiently.&lt;br /&gt;“Do I need a reason when I love someone?” Sohee raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you want to get married with the person you love? What did I do wrong?”&lt;br /&gt;Jaejoong frowned at her answer. Love? What does she mean by that? He knew Yunho for years and he has never heard of the name Sohee. Since when did they meet and fall in love? How can a one-sided crush be love?&lt;br /&gt;“You are wrong when you force someone to get married to you!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A/N&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if i worried any of you guys with my previous A/N (or update). I'm back with a new update as promised!&lt;br /&gt;Dont worry, xiaoxi shall keep writing because it is too important to me give it up.&lt;br /&gt;As Zhen Zhen suggests, I shall take a break. BUT it shall be after Bad Woman ends. And when i return once again, i shall be fully charged to move forward! ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;comments and critisms most welcomed :D&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-2130833024080625796?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/2130833024080625796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=2130833024080625796' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/2130833024080625796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/2130833024080625796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2010/06/seeking-for-truth.html' title='Seeking for the Truth'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-5574864185048276421</id><published>2010-04-23T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T21:09:00.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scheming Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa160/xiaoxi33/BW_blinkie.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chapter 3: The Scheming Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty-stomached, Sohee sat on the couch waiting for her husband to return home. She has not eaten a single thing after having sandwiches for breakfast, but she isn’t hungry right now. Not when she’s filled with anger. Her patience grew short as time crawled by. ‘When is Kim Jaejoong ever going to let my husband come home?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yunho-ah, why not you sleepover here tonight?” Jaejoong suggested while drying the dishes. Yunho was about to agree happily at the suggestion when he remembered his newly wedded wife who is still waiting for him at home. Jaejoong knew something was bothering his lover immediately when silence reigned for a few minutes. Sighing, he kissed him goodbye on the cheek. “Go home, I know you’ll feel guilty.” Yunho turned Jaejoong around and hugged him from the back, resting his chin on Jaejoong’s shoulder. After coming so far with Jaejoong, he really loathed the appearance of Yoo Sohee. Had she not appear in his life, he would be able to lead life blissfully with Jaejoong. Although the parents on both sides are against their relationship, he has confidence that they will be able to convince them with their love. But with the arrival of Sohee, everything is now much more complicated. Especially if his parents find out. He will have to find a way out of this marriage before word gets out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing Yunho out the door, Jaejoong slumped against the wall lifelessly. He always had the feeling that Yunho never did fully belong to him - be it when they were friends during their trainee days in S.M Entertainment, or when they progressed into lovers during DBSK. And now with Sohee in the picture, he isn’t certain of emerging out of this knotty relationship as the winner. There’s something about Yunho that he can’t grasp. Even though Yunho has always been the perfect lover to him, there is something missing, something that makes Jaejoong feel uneasy. Deep in his heart, he always felt he did not own the whole of Yunho’s heart…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sohee smiled sweetly at Yunho as he walked in, offering to carry his bag. “Why are you so late today?” she tried to appear as nonchalant as possible. “You haven’t told me what your current occupation is. You left the house this morning while I was doing the dishes and I didn’t have a chance to ask you.”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m a dance coordinator and dance instructor at Mirotic School. I don’t really have fixed working hours, so you don’t have to wait up for me next time if it’s late. You can turn in first.” Yunho walked into the bathroom attached to their bedroom. Putting down his bag, Sohee wondered if she has been thinking too much after all. Perhaps he is indeed busy at the school today. About to laugh at her own silliness, she noticed Yunho’s mobile phone vibrating on the bed. Hovering over the phone, she saw the caller id and felt her temper rising again. ‘Kim Jaejoong, why can’t you just leave Yunho alone!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yun, you left your wallet at my place! Drop by my place tomorrow morning! You can come earlier and I’ll prepare delicious breakfast for you. After which we can go to work together~” Jaejoong chattered excitedly once the call was put though. Sohee remained tight-lipped as she listened to the man’s thrilled voice from the other side of the line. When Jaejoong finally realised something was amiss, he called out Yunho’s name cautiously. “My husband is taking his bath right now. If you don’t mind, I’ll go over to your place now and pick up my husband’s wallet.” the hand wrapped around Yunho’s wallet loosened immediately when Jaejoong heard Sohee’s voice. Quickly picking the wallet off his carpeted floor, Jaejoong mumbled his address for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubbing his temples, Jaejoong scowled at his failed plan. He had taken Yunho’s wallet on purpose when he wasn’t noticing. All he wanted was to have his first meal of the day with his loved one. Glancing at the wallet lying on the couch beside him, Jaejoong wondered how he should act around Sohee later. Should he firmly ask her to leave Yunho? Or should he claim that he is just a close buddy of Yunho? But in any case, if she takes away the wallet now, then his plan would be ruined. Did she see through his plan? Looks like she is far more conniving than he had imagined her to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving a note for Yunho stating that she’s going out, Sohee flagged the first cab visible and headed for Jaejoong’s place. ‘Yunho lied to me. He claimed he had work, but he was actually having a secret rendezvous with Kim Jaejoong.’ Sohee appeared calm, but her mind was hurling abuses towards Jaejoong. ‘He must’ve taken Yunho’s wallet on purpose so he could ask him over for breakfast tomorrow. Going to work together? Could it be they work at the same place? If that’s the case, they’ll probably be having dinner together after work. Is this going to happen everyday? I’m not going to take this lying down. I will not let Kim Jaejoong get in my way! Kim Jaejoong, under that innocent face of yours is actually a devilish, scheming heart!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where is Yunho’s wallet?” Sohee stretched out her hand expectantly. Jaejoong dropped the leather wallet into her hand with a scowl. “Don’t look up my husband anymore. I don’t want people to start talking bad about Yunho. He is married now. Furthermore, the two of your can’t possibly be together. You’re both guys.” Sohee decided to cut the chase and directly tell him to leave. Jaejoong stoned for a moment, shocked at how she is acting so insolently towards him. “If I’m not mistaken, I’m older than you, so you should be speaking to me in formal speech. Secondly, I met Yunho before you did and we are currently dating. You are the third party in this relationship, not me. You should be the one leaving because Yunho’s heart-” before he could finish his sentence, Sohee delivered a slap across his face. Looking at him haughtily, Sohee rolled her eyes and went off before Jaejoong could register what just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caressing his flawless cheek which now stung because of the slap, Jaejoong found the whole scene amusing. So amusing that he felt nauseous and outraged. How dare she slap him. Who is she to be slapping him and warning him? How can she act so arrogantly when she was the one who stole Yunho from him? Jaejoong’s fingers slid down from his cheek and formed a tight fist. Looks like she has to be taught a lesson the hard way…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Sohee got back home, she tiptoed into the room quietly, carefully not to wake her husband who is sound asleep. Placing the wallet in his bag, Sohee then proceeded to change into her nightgown and got on bed. Grabbing the opportunity, she daringly leaned against his toned chest and wrapped her arms around him. A satisfied smile hanging on her lips, she drifted off too…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A/N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for this super late update! i'm more busy with school now that it's started T.T&lt;br /&gt;but i'll update soon :D&lt;br /&gt;comments are loved and constructive critisms appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-5574864185048276421?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/5574864185048276421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=5574864185048276421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/5574864185048276421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/5574864185048276421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2010/04/scheming-heart.html' title='The Scheming Heart'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-6536322492277913271</id><published>2010-04-13T17:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T17:26:22.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Act</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa160/xiaoxi33/BW_blinkie.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chapter 2: An Act&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jaejoong-ah, listen to my explanation! I was forced to marry her, I didn’t do it willingly!” Yunho desperately tried to catch Jaejoong’s attention. Jaejoong turned his head in the other direction, fuming. Regardless of what Yunho said, he still got married. What about the promises he made towards him to stay with him forever? He even went against his family for Yunho, and yet betrayal is what he gets in return? “Jaejoong, please.” Yunho pleaded with sincerity written across his eyes. Jaejoong merely took a glance and the wall he built around his heart crumbled at once. Embracing the man, Jaejoong nodded his head gently. “Alright, tell me what happened. I’ll listen.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho confessed about how he had no clue about ending up beside Sohee, and how he had no collections whatsoever of doing anything with her. “She forced me to be responsible towards her. I was forced into this marriage!” Yunho grabbed Jaejoong’s hands and held them to his chest. “You believe me, right? I must’ve been drugged, otherwise I will never be caught in bed with a woman! I love you, Jaejoong…” Jaejoong nodded his head silently. Today is not the first day he knew Yunho. He understands the man inside out. Yunho would never go to bed with another woman while he is in a relationship. He is not the sort of man to even have one night stands. “I believe in you.” Jaejoong uttered the magical words which had Yunho’s heart assuaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumping her luggage on the bed in the master bedroom, Sohee sat down with a frown. Recalling how Yunho had shoved her into the house and closed the door on her when she fell, Sohee’s fist clenched tightly shut. “Kim Jaejoong, how dare he seduce my husband. I’ve long heard rumours about them being the Yunjae couple during DBSK days, but he can now forget about it. I will never share my husband!” Sohee said through gritted teeth, seething. Just as she was about to make her way to the bathroom, she spotted the picture frame on the bedside table. It contained a picture of Yunho and Jaejoong hugging each other and smiling brightly. Grabbing the frame, Sohee sent it crashing down onto the floor roughly. Glaring at the shattered glass, Sohee took a deep breath before landing one of her legs on the glass shards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sending Jaejoong back to his apartment, Yunho sped back to his house, determined to force the truth out of Sohee. However, his heart stopped for a split second when he saw the scene before him. Sohee is lying on the ground in pain, blood spilling from her sole… “Are you okay?!” he rushed over immediately to help her onto the bed. “How did it happen? I‘m sending you to hospital right away!” Sohee shook her head weakly as beads of perspiration trickled down her forehead. Tugging on the corner of his top, Sohee looked at him with pleading eyes. “Not the hospital… I hate hospitals. Just disinfect my leg for me. Please?” Yunho relented seeing the tears that were about to fall. After making sure that there are no glass shards stuck in her wound, Yunho meticulously disinfected her wound and bandaged it. As Sohee looked at her busy husband, a blissful smile crept onto her lips…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I fell and sprained my ankle when you pushed me into the house. After making it into the room, I lost my footing because the pain was simply unbearable and unintentionally toppled over the picture frame. I wanted to salvage the photo but accidentally stepped on the glass shards instead.” Sohee stole glances at Yunho with her head hung low. Yunho heaved a silent sigh before massaging his temples. Instead of being able to get an answer out of her, he’s now guilt ridden because he caused her injury. “I’m sorry. I was too rash.” Yunho apologised for his actions. Sohee flashed a warm smile at him and reached for his hand. “If you’re really sorry, then treat me better to make up for it!”&lt;br /&gt;Yunho could only nod his head in agreement. ‘It is my fault after all…’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After making sure Sohee fell asleep, Yunho got out of bed to look at the photograph which is now missing a picture frame. He caressed the surface of it with a heavy heart. ‘If only this is Jaejoong’s actual face I’m caressing now…’ Yunho sighed and kept it safely into the drawer of the beside table. Turning his attention back to his sleeping wife, Yunho felt his head pounding. She appeared in his life without warning and messed up his life like a tornado. He has to do something about their marriage if he wants Jaejoong to believe in him. However, judging by the current situation, it is impossible for him to drive her out - not when he caused her injury. Messing his hair in frustration, Yunho allowed his body to fall back against the comfort of his pillow and bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at his mirror reflection, Yunho frowned at the sight of the dark circles below his eyes. Although he was tired, he barely slept a wink last night in order to maintain a distance between him and Sohee on the bed. Glancing at the wedding band on his ring finger, Yunho sighed deeply. He is now caught between his guilt towards Jaejoong and Sohee, and currently he has no plan in mind on how he should move next. Whichever way he decides, he will have to sacrifice one party. Running his fingers through his hair, Yunho groaned in frustration. “How did things get this complicated?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humming as she prepared breakfast, Sohee beamed at how she has successfully  gotten rid of the photo which was such an eyesore and how well Yunho will probably be treating her because of the injury he ‘caused‘. Two plates of sandwiches in hand, Sohee limped towards the dining table. “Be careful! Why are you making breakfast when you’re injured?” Yunho shouted and swiftly grabbed her by her shoulders. Sohee made use of the chance to lean over and planted a kiss on his cheek. A sweet smile playing on her lips, she placed the plates on the table and picked up the carton of milk. Focused on pouring the milk, she did not notice how Yunho frowned at the breakfast she has prepared. “Sohee, you don’t have to prepare breakfast. I prefer rice for my meals, and I know it’s tedious to cook up a meal. I can eat out for breakfast.” upon hearing his words, Sohee wanted to smack herself. She forgot most Koreans have proper meals - which consists of rice - for breakfast. Watching Yunho munch on the sandwich she prepared, Sohee made a mental note to perform even better…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a quick glance across the table, Sohee nodded in satisfaction. She had spent the whole afternoon preparing a spread to make up for her mistake this morning. However, her patience soon grew thin as the hands of the clock covered the clock face a couple of rounds and yet her husband is still nowhere to be seen. “Looks like I’ve wasted my efforts cooking this meal.” Sohee picked up the untouched dishes and binned the contents. Annoyance visible in her eyes, Sohee knew very well where her husband can possibly be. “Kim Jaejoong.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A/N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the long wait!&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting busier nowadays as school is nearing. yes, xiaoxi is gonna go back to school from Thursay onwards because my awesomely long 6 months holiday is now OVER (well, tomorrow is the last day...)T.T&lt;br /&gt;i will still be updating though, no worries! do drop your wonderful comments on this chapter too, because it'll really spur me on in writing! ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-6536322492277913271?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/6536322492277913271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=6536322492277913271' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/6536322492277913271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/6536322492277913271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2010/04/act.html' title='An Act'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-8105262080838344673</id><published>2010-04-01T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T17:42:57.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwillingly Married</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa160/xiaoxi33/BW_blinkie.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chapter 1: Unwillingly Married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho cursed himself mentally as he downed the nth glass of liquor. He is to get married tomorrow. He would have been ecstatic if he was marrying his love, a stunningly beautiful young man by the name of Kim Jaejoong, who also used to be in the same idol group as him. However, he is getting married with a woman he hardly know, considering that he only knew her name. His lips parted into a bitter smile as he recalled how he was forced to take responsibility of her after spending the night together. The amusing thing was that he had no inkling about doing anything to her. Tomorrow afternoon, he is to get married with her in a church she picked out. She has been busying herself with decorating the church personally and preparing their wedding gown and suit. She said she wanted it to be a simple affair, with no friends or relatives to be in attendance. Yunho shook his head. His parents and most importantly, Jaejoong, would never let him off once they find out he got married secretly. Drowning in despair, Yunho buried his head in his arms. For the first time in his life, the mighty leader is helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Hee grinned as she packed her belongings into her luggage. She would be marrying her dream guy tomorrow, and she would be able to live with him at his place. She no longer has to seek refuge at a hotel, nor does she has to face being alone again. Looking out of the window, So Hee closed her eyes. “Appa, Umma. I’m getting married tomorrow. You guys must be really happy for me up there right? Don‘t be overly excited, okay? Appa and Umma must look over me during the wedding tomorrow.” opening her eyes slowly, So Hee smiled contentedly. It might be despicable of her to set up a trap in order to marry her soon-to-be-husband, but she’s willing to go to any extent just to be with who she wants. ‘Nobody shall stand in my way. Not even Kim Jaejoong.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho took a quick glance at the intricately decorated interiors of the church. There was a flower bundle tied to the ends of each bench, and lightweight curtains were draped across the ceilings and cascaded over the place in a romantic manner. Candles lighted the way to the front and rose petals were scattered over the whole place. It might not be very fancy, but to be honest, he was surprised at the great job despite So Hee decorating the place personally. “What am I thinking?!” he shook his head. “I’m supposed to hate her for ruining my life. Whether she did a good job or not, she still disturbed my originally peaceful life and came between me and Jaejoong!” gritting his teeth as he got the part which sent his nerves jumping each time, Yunho clenched his fists together to resist the temptation to rip the church apart. Just then, his enemy made her way into the church in her wedding gown…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to a wedding gown, it was more of a simple yet elegant cocktail dress in white. A soft pink bow went all around So Hee’s waist and her hands held onto a bouquet of matching pinks. Although unwilling, Yunho led her to the front and exchanged marriage vows with her. Hopelessness engulfed him as she slid the ring onto his finger and he help her with hers. They have undergone the rites, put on the wedding bands, and are now officially married after putting down their signatures on the wedding certificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaejoong scowled as he slammed the remote control onto the couch he was sitting on. He hasn’t heard from Yunho for a whole week. What was he so busy with to not be able to even send a text message? Running his fingers through his coffee-brown hair, Jaejoong inhaled and exhaled deeply to calm himself. Just then, he snapped his fingers and grinned. “That’s right! If he can’t visit me at my place, I can always go over to his! Silly me, why haven’t I thought about it earlier?” Jaejoong quickly walked to his wardrobe and started putting together an outfit. Looking smart and handsome in jeans and a button down checkered top, Jaejoong slithered his pair of long and slender legs into his favourite boots. Just the mere thought of seeing his lover after a week sent tingles down his spine. He swiftly grabbed his car keys off the table and set off for his surprise meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newly wedded couple spoke not a single word as Yunho drove them back to his place. They were still in their wedding gown and suit because he had dragged her into the car angrily after the wedding was complete. So Hee didn’t seem to mind though, as she was too preoccupied gazing at the ring on her finger. Yunho didn’t bother to stop the car gently and jammed his leg on the brakes, startling his wife as she was nearly thrown out of her seat if not for the seatbelt. Yunho got off the car and went to the trunk to fish out her luggage and their wedding certificate. So Hee stepped out after calming herself down. Yunho left the stuff and stormed to his house. Collecting her belongings, she pulled it along behind her as she followed him. Before they could even make it through the front door however, the front lights of another car which pulled into the driveway blinded the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Removing his seatbelt and standing up from his seat in the convertible, Jaejoong waved excitedly at the person he has missed so dearly. “Yunho-ah! What luck to bump into you out here!” Jaejoong quickly got off and ran over for a hug which Yunho returned gladly. He yearned to hug Jaejoong like this so much, but have been too distressed lately to contact him. So Hee which has been neglected like a transparent sheet of glass purposely cleared her throat loudly. “Yunho-ah, I’m tired after the wedding. Let’s go in quickly!” she emphasized on the word ‘wedding’ and went over to hold Yunho’s hand. Jaejoong who was forced to separate from his hug finally turned his attention to the woman beside them. He raised an eyebrow as he gave her a stare down. Who was this woman to interrupt his moment with Yunho? How dare she? “Yunho-ah, I’m tired after OUR wedding today.” So Hee rephrased her sentence. True enough, the new found truth bowled Jaejoong over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What is the meaning of this?” Jaejoong tried to contain his rising fury. “You got married? Who is this woman? How come you’ve never mentioned her to me before? What did you take me as? Was I just a toy for entertainment?” Jaejoong’s questions came at break-neck speed. So Hee rolled her eyes and stepped forward so she was face-to-face with her rival in love. Sticking out her hand, she flashed her wedding ring in his face and smirked. “Is this enough to answer your questions? I got married to Yunho because we’re in love.” Yunho smacked himself mentally for giving her a chance to speak and mess things up before he could even explain. Quickly unlocking the front door, he shoved her into the house and slammed the door shut. He then proceeded to bring Jaejoong to his car and drove off to a nearby park, away from So Hee, so he could justify his actions without further interference from her…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A/N&lt;br /&gt;hey, everyone! :D&lt;br /&gt;back with chapter one, and Happy April Fools! dont get tricked, alright. i'm not tricking anyone today. aren't i a good girl? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;i've been experiencing a few problems with this blog lately - the images doesn't seem to show up on my computer. is anyone else experiencing this same problem or is it only me? 'cause i don't want it to affect my blog, you know :D&lt;br /&gt;do drop your comment for this chapter! ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-8105262080838344673?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/8105262080838344673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=8105262080838344673' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/8105262080838344673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/8105262080838344673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2010/04/unwillingly-married.html' title='Unwillingly Married'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-6624399692984052421</id><published>2010-03-24T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T21:29:43.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foreword</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img690.imageshack.us/img690/5287/bwblinkie.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FOREWORD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Label me a bad woman if you must.&lt;br /&gt;I admit I am one.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mind if this is all you remember of me.&lt;br /&gt;Mark my words to never, ever fall for me.&lt;br /&gt;And that’s because I’m a bad woman…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring:&lt;br /&gt;Jung Yunho&lt;br /&gt;Yoo Sohee (Original Character / OC)&lt;br /&gt;Kim Jaejoong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donning designer outfits and wearing her hair in sleek layers, Yoo Sohee scanned the place in an aloft manner. Hiding her beautifully oval-shaped face behind a pair of huge shades, she took steady steps out of the airport while pulling her luggage behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking out of her window from her hotel room, Sohee admired the nightlife of Seoul. Just then, the shrill ringing of her mobile phone pierced through the quiet atmosphere in her room. A satisfied smile played on her lips as she ordered the person on the other end of the line to execute her plan. She hung up after reminding him to leave no flaws and promising a lump reward. Putting away her luggage, she went to take a relaxing bath for the excitement up ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragging the unconscious ex-idol group member onto his car, the man smirked at the thought of the money he will be receiving after completing his job. Eyeing him as he stopped the van at a red light, the man leaned over to study his features. “Such a small face… manly contours… no wonder the woman wanted you. She must have been a Cassiopeian. I wonder what would the other fans of the renowned group DBSK say if they hear of this…” the man shook his head as he continued to drive towards the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handing the man a thick envelope as promised, Sohee flashed a warning glare. “Make sure your lips are zipped about what happened tonight.” the man nodded briefly and left counting his money happily. Closing the door behind her, Sohee glanced at the half naked man lying on her bed. She took soft steps towards the bed in fear of waking the man up. Settling down in bed beside him, Sohee studied his sleeping face. “Yunho-ah, you’re mine.” she leaned over and pecked him on the lips lightly before entering slumber land herself…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolting awake, Yunho found himself in an unfamiliar room, wearing nothing but his boxers. Feeling something - or someone, to be exact - stirring beside him, he gasped and jumped out of bed. Scanning the place quickly, he could easily make an easy guess about what happened. Yet he had no recollection of it. The woman rubbed her eyes before looking up at him and smiled. “Good morning, Yunho. Did you sleep well last night?” her voice was gentle and her smile angelic. Yunho shook his head hardly to shake the image out of his memory system. “That’s not right. I can’t possibly have done anything with you. I have Jaejoong!” Yunho spoke his mind immediately. The woman traded her smile of an angel with a smirk. Getting out of bed, she boldly hugged him and placed a kiss on his cheek. “My name is Yoo Sohee. You will have to be responsible towards me, Yunho.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A/N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey guys, after the long wait, i'm finally back with a new fan fiction and accompanying layout change.&lt;br /&gt;PHEBS made the awesome graphics you're seeing here on this site whilst Dorkable made the jaw-dropping graphics on Winglin. oh, before i forget, this fan fiction will be uploaded onto Winglin as well! However, this site is still my first priority. In cases whereby Winglin is down, i will be updating as per normal here on my site.&lt;br /&gt;Sit back and relax, enjoy Bad Woman! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOTE: All contents on this site is licensed. So now you know what you can't do! No taking out of anything, in whole or part thereof, without my permission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-6624399692984052421?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/6624399692984052421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=6624399692984052421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/6624399692984052421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/6624399692984052421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2010/03/foreword.html' title='Foreword'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-7843165483249227025</id><published>2010-03-15T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T17:00:02.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img89.imageshack.us/img89/570/dpbanner2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 15: Happiness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggested song/music: Sakasama no chou (Inversed Butterfly) - SNoW&lt;br /&gt;(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S72idsu7p7U)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why are you helping us?” Xuan Na didn’t bother beating about the bush. “You know fully well what will happen if you do.”&lt;br /&gt;“There’s no reason in helping someone achieve something which I think is right. Everyone has a chance to pursue their own happiness.” Jun Xiu explained simply. ‘Especially since it’s you. If I can’t be the one bringing you happiness, at least I want you to be able to create happiness with someone you love.’ his heart said silently, his face smiling so sincerely at her. Xuan Na eyed him closely, wondering if she had wronged him all his while and he wasn’t that rich brat she thought he was. “Maybe, just maybe, you’re not what I thought you were…” Xuan Na murmured as she walked towards the door. “Thank you.” she said briefly before stepping out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t you regret coming here with us? I’m sure Young Mistress Yu Bin’s family would not throw you out of the family. Why did you choose to leave?” overwhelmed by curiosity, Zai Zhong finally asked as he seasoned the meat he was pan-frying. Wen Xuan merely shrugged as she stirred the soup. It is not that she doesn’t want to tell him about her growing feelings for him, but she didn’t want to force him to accept her. Little did she know that Zai Zhong has been stealing glances at her at every chance he can, secretly admiring her beautiful profile as she cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wen Xuan suddenly yelped and dropped the ladle she was holding as the boiling water splashed onto her flawless hand. Tears stung her eyes as she held on tightly onto the wound. Zai Zhong swiftly held her hand under the running tap water. “Is it very painful? Why are you so careless!” Zai Zhong rummaged through the drawers for the first aid kit as Wen Xuan remained by the sink, letting the cold water calm her scalded hand. Returning with the medicine for burns, Zai Zhong gently patted her hand dry with a cloth and applied the medicine on her wound. “Tell me if it hurts when I apply the medicine. Luckily the scald doesn’t seem too bad… I don’t think it will leave a scar.” Zai Zhong mumbled to himself as he ran his eyes across her hand, looking for any spot he might’ve missed out when applying the medicine. Suddenly, Wen Xuan leaned forward and pecked him on the cheek shyly. “Thank you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Whenever you say a word of thanks to someone, it means that the person has helped you in some way and you have acknowledged the help. It also means that you’ve gotten slightly closer to the person, knowing a little more of the person. You also understand that the person cares for you, which is why help was offered to you. Sometimes, a simple word of thanks is all it takes to bring people closer together…&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrounding the dining table, the five had their dinner under a friendly ambience. Jokes were shared and laughter echoed around the house. Perhaps this is the first time in his life that Jun Xiu felt blessed. To be able to dine with the people whom he cares greatly for is all that he would request. Yet a corner of his heart ached silently, wondering how his parents are coping without him. Despite all that has happened, he is still their flesh and blood. Are they crying right now? Are they grieving right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s take it that Jun Xiu drowned with Yu Bin. We lost our kids when they went swimming together.” Jun Xiu’s father suggested selfishly. He did not want to admit that his son walked out on him, nor does he want to admit that his son killed Yu Bin. Yu Bin’s parents remained quiet. Although they hate Jun Xiu for taking away their precious daughter, they can understand how wretched Jun Xiu’s parents must be feeling right now. Sobbing continuously, Jun Xiu’s mother looked out from the window of Jun Xiu’s room - the window that overlooked the sea which Yu Bin drowned in. &lt;I&gt;Yu Bin, take this as my last wish. Please help me to look over my son from now on, for I am no longer worthy of being his mother…&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Six years later]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retrieving the freshly baked buns from the oven, Zai Zhong shouted for his wife to bring the tray out of the kitchen. “Be careful not to scald yourself!” he reminded. Wen Xuan stuck her tongue out at him for being so longwinded. “You say this everyday, aren’t you tired? I’m not a kid!”&lt;br /&gt;“Who is the one who gets scalded about once a month on average? Why did I start a bakery in the first place, I have to worry about you every minute.” Zai Zhong pretended to regret his decision. Wen Xuan kicked him in annoyance before walking out of the kitchen with the tray of buns. “How can you kick your husband! When did she get so violent…” Zai Zhong rubbed his shin and grumbled. Shaking his head, You Tian chuckled at the bickering couple. “You did not start the bakery alone, all four of us decided upon it.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The bell attached to the glass door jingled as a kid made his way to the counter. “I want that.” he pointed to a random slice of cake. Wen Xuan niftily wrapped it in a box before handing it to him. “Enjoy the cake!” she smiled warmly at him as she accepted the dollar bill he passed over. Walking out of the kitchen for a breather, You Tian spotted the retreating figure of the kid. “It’s that kid who comes every morning? Looks like he really like our baked products.” Zai Zhong who followed behind him nodded in agreement. Somehow looking at the kid who comes alone everyday reminds him of Jun Xiu. Where has he gone to after bidding them farewell six years ago? Is he doing well right now? Is he still battling sickness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You Hui, stop running! You’re going to fall over some random stone again!” Xuan Na shouted as she chased after her four year old daughter. She might be really petite, but she’s an amazingly fast runner. “You Hui, daddy will be heartbroken if you show up at the bakery with a scraped knee or bruised palm!” the bubbly girl finally stopped running and turned to look at her mother cheekily. Xuan Na bent over to dab at the sweaty forehead of You Hui - the precious gem she had given birth to with You Tian. “Mummy, why are you crying?” You Hui pointed to the droplets escaping from Xuan Na’s eyes unknowingly to her. Xuan Na’s hand sprung to her cheek and sure enough, there were tears…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coughing uncontrollably, Jun Xiu grasped onto the thin material of his shirt, gaping for air. His breathing labored, Jun Xiu had flashbacks of his happy childhood memories with Yu Bin. Scenes of them doodling together, reading stories together, building sandcastles together…&lt;br /&gt;And so, after so much pain and wrath, the Doll Prince finally ended this tiring journey and proceeded to another chapter of his life - death.&lt;br /&gt;None of his loved one is with him, and yet he felt loved.&lt;br /&gt;None of his loved one knows about the sad news looming ahead, and yet he felt like they could feel it somehow.&lt;br /&gt;His lips curved upwards into a tiny crescent as he recalled the blissful smiles of You Tian, Xuan Na, Zai Zhong and Wen Xuan…&lt;br /&gt;Gradually, Jun Xiu felt the pace of his breathing hasten. ‘The Doll Prince will no longer be weak after this…’&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, he overcame his fear of dying alone. Actually, he was never alone to begin with. All he had to do, was to keep everyone in his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- THE END -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A/N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG can you believe this is the end of Doll Prince already?!&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the time spent writing this fic (although this fic is probably the shortest i've written...) and i hope all readers take pleasure in this short story as well. the ending of Doll Prince was not meant to be excessively moody or sad, therefore Jun Xiu's recollections before he passed away were of happy memories. I guess it was really obvious from that start how the ending is going to turn out to be like? i omitted my usual surprises in the last chapter and hence the ending of Doll Prince is easily predictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANTICIPATE my upcoming fic, Bad Woman!&lt;br /&gt;as usual, there will be an accompanying layout change and i've also decided to publish Bad Woman (the tirle of the upcoming fic if you arent aware of it) on Winglin as well.&lt;br /&gt;I'm estimating the release date of Bad Woman to be around 25th March, however, it's only an estimated date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do remember to drop your comment on the last chapter of Doll Prince! :D&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-7843165483249227025?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/7843165483249227025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=7843165483249227025' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/7843165483249227025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/7843165483249227025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2010/03/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-6539636614783856318</id><published>2010-03-15T14:19:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T23:38:31.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Woman'/><title type='text'>Bad Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="ffcccc"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bad Woman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; [STATUS OF STORY: COMPLETED]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/S53Saf9li6I/AAAAAAAABKs/LBFTtRTpNDs/s1600-h/BW+-+winglin+poster.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/S53Saf9li6I/AAAAAAAABKs/LBFTtRTpNDs/s320/BW+-+winglin+poster.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448742476886412194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.winglin.net/fanfic/badwoman/" target="_blank"&gt;Winglin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2010/03/foreword.html" target="_blank"&gt;Foreword&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2010/04/unwillingly-married.html" target="_blank"&gt;Chapter 1: Unwillingly Married&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2010/04/act.html" target="_blank"&gt;Chapter 2: An Act&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2010/04/scheming-heart.html" target="_blank"&gt;Chapter 3: The Scheming Heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2010/06/seeking-for-truth.html" target="_blank"&gt;Chapter 4: Seeking for the Truth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2010/09/necklace.html" target="_blank"&gt;Chapter 5: Necklace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2011/04/in-laws.html" target="_blank"&gt;Chapter 6: In-Laws&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2011/04/burning-questions.html" target="_blank"&gt;Chapter 7: Burning Questions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2011/05/painful-promises.html" target="_blank"&gt;Chapter 8: Painful Promises&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2011/05/pounding-heart.html" target="_blank"&gt;Chapter 9: Pounding Heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2011/06/bad-woman.html" target="_blank"&gt;Chapter 10: Bad Woman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If you can't view certain pages (or have blogger telling you the page does not exist), it might be because the chapter is a scheduled post.&lt;br /&gt;You can't view scheduled posts because it's just &lt;em&gt;scheduled&lt;/em&gt;  to be posted, and not &lt;em&gt;really posted&lt;/em&gt;  yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Credits&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;` Phebs for layout graphics (header, banner, blinkie)&lt;br /&gt;` Dorkable for Winglin graphics (poster, background)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-6539636614783856318?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/6539636614783856318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=6539636614783856318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/6539636614783856318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/6539636614783856318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2010/02/bad-woman.html' title='Bad Woman'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/S53Saf9li6I/AAAAAAAABKs/LBFTtRTpNDs/s72-c/BW+-+winglin+poster.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-7200661677994954194</id><published>2010-03-12T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T13:28:24.835+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Feature Post</title><content type='html'>This post is my first ever FEATURE POST, also serves as a &lt;strong&gt;WARNING POST&lt;/strong&gt; for all the netizens out there. (Plus some shout outs if the owner of the shoutouts ever sets foot into this blog)&lt;br /&gt;I'm clarifying that the below-mentioned are all my own opinion, and that i have not typed this under influence of anyone. Bear in mind I am &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; forcing my opinions on you, and that you are &lt;em&gt;absolutely free to choose what you believe in&lt;/em&gt;  . The main purpose of my post is to warn you against a fellow netizen who has stirred up quite a ruckus because of her extremely &lt;em&gt;immature&lt;/em&gt;  behaviour which has inconvenienced my net experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a number of you should have known by now the misunderstandings that have risen between between Phebs and  Tiffany a.k.a BLACKCHERRY (BC), and i shall just summarise it as to how i see it to let you have a rough idea of how everything started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BC claimed that Phebs had copied her writing style and accused Phebs of stealing her use of structure and words. Not only so, BC was unreasonably arrogant in this whole process and even BANNED Phebs from the forum 'BoJoong Fever'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, i am emphasizing that the below-mentioned and strictly MY OPINIONS and WARNINGS towards fellow netizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after their fight, BC started spamming Phebs at her request site, and i personally was there to view the &lt;s&gt;amazing&lt;/s&gt; messages BC left behind. Spamming her was not all. An account was created on Winglin, an online fanfiction sharing community for the sole purpose of BASHING Phebs. Despite the author naming herself/himself as 'PHEBS HATER', i've a good idea who is actually the author to this bashing link created on a fanfiction sharing community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author made it such that it seem as if the "fanfiction" is written by a close friend or fan of BC, however, i personally believe nobody will be as INCONSIDERATE to stand up for your friend in this manner. It's plain wastage of badwidth, and if you understand how millions of other winglin users desperately want to read some of their favourite fics and find that winglin is down due to certain inconsiderate users who create bashing links on a fanfiction sharing community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, it is not right to discuss your own hatred on a fanfiction sharing community. Even if the discussion should be carried out, it should be at a discussion site or at the author's own site. The purpose of a fanfiction site is NOT to bash people. Bashing chapters which are full of coarse language does not count as proper chapters either. This is considered SPAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, this can be deemed as cyber bullying. Depending on which country you're in, there is a different level of importance to it. For example, Singapore, the country that i'm in now. If I'm being bullied online, i can actually make a POLICE REPORT of this. This is how serious it is, but it depends on an individual's country of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days after the fiction to bash Phebs was out, another bashing fiction was created on Winglin to bash BC and the author was named Phebs. The posts were vulgar and i deem the author as someone who has yet to receive proper education or receive enough proper education to know that this is not the way to speak (or type, in this case). I trust that this person is a poser and definitely NOT Phebs, for all the while i've known her, she's proven herself to be someone who is helpful and definitely WILL NOT resort to such means, let alone scold someone vulgarly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manner this so called 'Phebs' posts on the "fiction" to bash BC is exactly the photocopy of how PHEBS HATER posts on the "fiction" to bash Phebs. I strongly feel that the author beind both "fictions" are actually the same person, and might very possibly be BC herself to make it appear as if she is the victim of this whole affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if BC is indeed the author behind this two "fictions", then it is not just purely cyber bullying, but imposing of an individual as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at how closely similar the writing style of both "fictions" are - both being really vulgar - i have a few suggestions made, if the author ever stumbles upon my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest this imposter, Phebs-wannabe, to just go home and study for exams instead of wasting life doing such a NONSENSICAL things to make everyone hate on you. NOT WORTH THE TIME AND EFFORT, and honestly, this time can even be used to at least brush up &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt;  English standard to Phebs' standard before even attempting to pose as her. All that's done now is purely cursing and swearing. Doesn't seem like how an educated person acts like. Or maybe your brain wasn't switched on when you curse and that's why you can differentiate what is suitable to type and what not to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your parents must be feeling ashamed to have a child like you who is a wanna-be (to even name yourself as Phebs) that dare not even post with the name you were given by your parents and only knows how to bash people instead of studying.&lt;br /&gt;They've wasted their efforts in bringing you up, i pity them.&lt;br /&gt;And before i forget, there should be some basic respect to people who are actually older than you, even if the person is older by just a day or a couple of minutes alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to BC, if you're still trying to argue that Phebs has copied your work in some manner, dish out proper proof to the table instead of just claiming that she has copied your work or writing style. If you're unhappy she wrote a BoJoong fic, then I'm returning what you've said to Phebs on behalf of her to you. &lt;em&gt;BoJoong? They don't belong to anyone. Everyone start using them in fictions because they saw the chemistry in them, duh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to say that you LOOK DOWN on your readers because they're underaged and yet &lt;em&gt;begs&lt;/em&gt;  you for more of the mature contents you write about? You're underaged yourself, why are you even writing mature contents in the first place? If you think people are just trying to gain attention and get your readers by mentioning your pen name in their fanfiction titles, are you writing mature themes just to attract readers as well? If you're &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;  great a writer, you don't even have to write about mature themes and you'll have tons of readers. Nobody can get anyone's readers unless their fictions are of quality and the reader themselves choose to read. There's also no rule stating that the reader can &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt;  read your mature-themed fanfictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for critisms, i don't think you can accept it that well, or you must be thinking the world of yourself. There are reasons why there are book critiques, movie critiques etc. It is all meant for the improvement of the work. Unless you are the world's ABSOLUTE BEST, you'd need critisms to improve. And to be the cream of the crop? That's more effort than you can imagine, and i guess more a thousand times more effort than you've put in now.&lt;br /&gt;Better creators are dime a dozen out there and as compared to them, to be honest, you might not even be worthy to be of comparison yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe through this incident all fellow netizens will be warned of the &lt;em&gt;childish&lt;/em&gt;  and &lt;em&gt;insolent&lt;/em&gt;  behaviour displayed by BC and prevent yourself from becoming her next victim, and that she shall soon receive a taste of her own medicine because what goes around comes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for spending the time to read this post!&lt;br /&gt;Looking for my usual updates? Click on the 'Updates' tab under Navigations!&lt;br /&gt;Looking for Chapter 14 of Doll Prince? Click &lt;a href="http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2010/03/future-that-lies-ahead.html"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi, loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-7200661677994954194?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/7200661677994954194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=7200661677994954194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/7200661677994954194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/7200661677994954194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2010/03/feature-post.html' title='Feature Post'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-628373500611272440</id><published>2010-03-05T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T17:00:02.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Future that Lies Ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img89.imageshack.us/img89/570/dpbanner2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 14: The Future that Lies Ahead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggested song/music: Love in the Ice - DBSK&lt;br /&gt;(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JqYsjyryWr8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After convincing You Tian and Xuan Na to remain in the car with Zai Zhong at the beach, Jun Xiu took his time to slowly stroll back to his mansion. Absorbed in the surrounding, Jun Xiu tried to etch each scenery into his memory. ‘I might never have a chance to return here after making such a decision…’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I caused Yu Bin’s death because of my own selfishness and jealousy. I saw the woman that I loved kissing another guy. Jealousy stemmed, and I dashed out without thinking. Yu Bin tagged along wanting to stop me but everything ended tragically instead. I know I can’t redeem myself now regardless of what I do, but I still want to beg for your forgiveness.” Jun Xiu knelt before the two pairs of parents, head lowered and fist clenched to prepare himself for any punishment. Just as he expected, a hard slap was delivered across his face and left his cheek stinging. Yu Bin’s father shook angrily, eyes set on Jun Xiu. “Jin Jun Xiu, how could you kill my precious daughter! She was my one and only child, what rights do you have to take her away from me just like this? You can forget about forgiveness!” he lunged forward to grab Jun Xiu by his collar and flung him towards the wall. Like a lifeless puppet, Jun Xiu allowed himself to be beaten up by Yu Bin’s father whilst his heart bled at the sight of his mother sobbing. He deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bracing himself for whatever that might come, Jun Xiu forced himself to say the cruel words. “From today on, please stop regarding me as a member of the Jin family. I have not only killed Yu Bin, I am currently assisting a pair of siblings who are in love to elope. I can no longer stay on so shamelessly.” he bowed ninety degrees towards his parents. Jun Xiu straightened his body and swallowed back the tears that are surging. Even though he doubt that his parents will be saddened by his decision to leave them, he will not take any chances. “Zai Zhong has decided to leave as well. I believe life will not be much different without me since I was never treated as your son to begin with.” Jun Xiu said the final words which is bound to hurt any parent’s heart. His mother looked at him with a shocked expression, unable to utter a single word. She knew what her son said was right. They have never taken good care of Jun Xiu because of the rare illness that came along with him. To them, he was a disgrace being part of the family. But why does it still pain her when she heard the words from Jun Xiu’s mouth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jun Xiu appeared in the living room again, he had his luggage packed beside him and is getting ready to leave the household. “Wait! Bring me along!” the abrupt shout from a petite lady took all the attention away from Jun Xiu. Wen Xuan ran out from the kitchen, looking determined after making up her mind. “I don’t want to stay on at a place without Young Mistress Yu Bin. Please bring me to Zai Zhong!” her heart thumped wildly at the mention of the man she fell in love with at the first sight. Everyone looked at her, astonished. Wen Xuan’s cheeks flushed red from being in the limelight. “Young Master Jin, please bring me along! I won’t burden you, I can take care of myself and even take care of you and Zai Zhong!” Although her interference will not ruin his plans, it seemed as though he is taking away another person from Yu Bin’s parents. Yet at the thought of how he should be responsible for Yu Bin’s most treasured personal attendant, he relented. Under her persistence and his conscience, Jun Xiu finally nodded his head in agreement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere in the car remained tensed despite there being five people. All of them had no idea what lies ahead for their future, except for Jun Xiu who remained tightlipped about his plans. Zai Zhong who has been driving for nearly an hour finally found it unbearable and decided to break the ice. “Young Master, where are we headed exactly?”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m no longer a part of the Jin family. Just address me informally as a friend and call me by name.” Jun Xiu smiled warmly at him. Zai Zhong jammed his leg on the brake and snapped his head around sharply in astonishment. Jun Xiu merely shook his head and signaled for him to continue driving. Faced with everyone’s concerned gaze, Jun Xiu shut his eyes to avoid any confrontation or questions. This is for the good of everyone, the best decision he has made in his whole life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulling the car to a skillful stop, Zai Zhong eyed the place that Jun Xiu has ordered him to drive them to. “This is where you guys will live at from now on.” Jun Xiu announced as he observed the place he has nearly forgotten. This house belonged to him, a gift for his eighteenth birthday. He never expected it to come in handy at a time like this. “This is my gift to the four of you.” Jun Xiu expressed generously and unlocked the front door. While the others started exploring the new place, Zai Zhong remained beside Jun Xiu. “You mentioned this place will be given to us. What about you? Aren’t you going to stay with us? Why did you distribute all of your money to us? Jun Xiu, what are you planning exactly?” Zai Zhong questioned. Jun Xiu replied with a mysterious smile and shoved him towards Wen Xuan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst Zai Zhong helped Wen Xuan with making dinner and You Tian went to shower, Xuan Na decided to have a talk with Jun Xiu. Navigating around the house with ease, Xuan Na preferred the place a lot more as compared to the mansion. At least one wouldn’t get lost around the place. “Jin Jun Xiu?” Xuan Na knocked on the door to his room gently and pushed it open. Jun Xiu looked up from his book, surprised at the visitor to his room. Putting away his book, Jun Xiu gradually stood up with a startled expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A/N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last chapter to go! And what exactly is Jun Xiu planning for? Any guesses why Xuan Na went to talk to him?&lt;br /&gt;Be &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt;  excited alright! :D&lt;br /&gt;Drop your comments, please!&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEXT UPDATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15 March 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple time conversion table:&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Time 17:00&lt;br /&gt;Seoul Time 18:00&lt;br /&gt;Chicago Time 03:00&lt;br /&gt;Paris Time 10:00&lt;br /&gt;Seattle Time 01:00&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-628373500611272440?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/628373500611272440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=628373500611272440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/628373500611272440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/628373500611272440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2010/03/future-that-lies-ahead.html' title='The Future that Lies Ahead'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-1373353958533127068</id><published>2010-03-01T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:36:38.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;UPDATED ON 6 MARCH 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like my wish didnt come true, i got tagged again today to do the same quiz T.T&lt;br /&gt;is this the sixth of seventh time i've attempted this quiz? O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tagged by Star-Lit-Dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. Put your music on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 10 friends who might enjoy doing the memo as well as the person you got the memo from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET'S START!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY” YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;Super Girl ringtone - SJM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I got this again?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;br /&gt;In the Club - 2NE1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i like to stay in clubs? go clubbing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;You and I - Bom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You and I together it just feels so right~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaker ringtone - GDragon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;my motto is to break hearts? whoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;You're my Melody - DBSK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;my life's purpose is to be your melody&lt;/span&gt;  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Balloons - DBSK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm like balloons???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;O - DBSK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Somebody talks, a different answer everyday~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;Diva - After School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;now you know the formula to become a diva!&lt;/span&gt;  ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;Fire - 2NE1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;my best friend is like fire. hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Stay - Fahrenheit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yes, to the person i like, i'd like them to stay&lt;/span&gt;  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;Bad Girl - B2ST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;to be a bad girl?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;Heartbeat - 2PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i wanna be a heartbeat. wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Boy - 2NE1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thats a little odd to play this song...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;Diva - After School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i hope everyone has fun dancing to this then~&lt;br /&gt;we're the perfect tag team, you know we're destiny&lt;/span&gt;  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Because I... AH! (alikstae remix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i hope the person doesnt run away after hearing this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;Xiahtic - Xiah Junsu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;my hobby is to become xiah junsu. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;AMIGO - SHINee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;AMIGO is a cold hearted girl yeah? my secret is being cold hearted! Shh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;Y (Why...) - Jang Ri In&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Y, baby, Y?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT’S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;Bo Peep Bo Peep - T-ara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hmm.. so whats the worst thing that could happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;Like the Beginning - T-ara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the beginning makes me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt;Try to Copy Me - 2NE1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i'd laugh seeing someone trying to copy me&lt;/span&gt;  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Love ringtone - DBSK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;not loving crazily or loving too crazily?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;br /&gt;LA chA TA - F(x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;so how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;The Leaders - Gdragon featuring Teddy &amp; CL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'd get married to leaders?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Unforgivable - Cha Soo Kyung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;OMG PLEASE FORGIVE ME, PARENTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Blue Tomorrow - SJM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;is that yes or no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Love - DBSK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;being too crazily in love or not being crazily in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;br /&gt;Willing Not to Love You - Arron Yan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'd be willing not to love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU SAY, WHEN YOU MEET YOUR BOSS?&lt;br /&gt;Rising Sun - DBSK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Waiting for the RISING SUN! now, burn my eyes, sun comes up blowing the fog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE SAY TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Afterglow - DBSK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Aww~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU SAY TO YOUR WORST ENEMY-TURN-FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;When I Fall - After School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;When i fall, i believe you will catch me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;AH! - After School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;there you go, AH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope this really is the last time i'm doing this quiz... T.T&lt;br /&gt;i'm not tagging anyone! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;UPDATED ON 5 MARCH&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aigooo i got tagged with this quiz again.. including all previous times i've done it, i think i've done this quiz about 5 to 6 times already? T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. Put your music on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 10 friends who might enjoy doing the memo as well as the person you got the memo from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET’S START!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY” YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;Super Girl (Ringtone) - SJM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;uh... i tend to say whatever or i dont care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;br /&gt;Please Dont Go - CL &amp; Minzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thats right, i hate people who leave me y'know!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;The Leaders - GDragon featuring Teddy &amp; CL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel like a leader today...?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;In the Club - 2NE1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stay in the club, i got it now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;Change - HyunA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHOAAA i'm gonna change everything to fit my style! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;I Dont Care - 2NE1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As in i dont care about them much, or they dont care about me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;Diva - After School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're the perfect tag team, you know we're destiny ~ (its the lyrics, lol.) hang on! *scrolls down to view previous quiz* i got Diva AGAIN for the same question! this must be a really acccurate answer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;Heartbeat - 2PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ohmy, 2+2 is asking you to listen to my heart beat, coz its beating for you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;Lollipop - Big Bang &amp; 2NE1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet as lollipop, yeap!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;AMIGO - SHINee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isnt that how the girl hurts the guy's feelings? OMO.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;Beacause I'm Stupid - SHINee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aigooo i'm too stupid?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;Break Out - Tohoshinki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna break out of all restrictions and remember to ALWAYS KEEP THE FAITH okay!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;Rising Sun - Tohoshinki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They're waiting for the rising sun?&lt;/em&gt;  O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Boy - 2NE1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now throw your hands in the air, wave 'em like you just dont care!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Xiahtic - Xiah Kim Junsu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;welllll... what can i say?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;Because of You - After School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My hobby is all because of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;Purple Line - Tohoshinki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Junsu said purple line is the horizon when sun rises, meaning the arrival of hope... my secret is that i'm bringing hope? i'm quite sure i've mentioned this before, that my name XIAOXI means little hope. fits me perfectly!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;Timeless - SUYIN ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aww, this is sweet ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT’S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;Loving More and More - Fahrenheit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes, loving too much and you'll get hurt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;Super Girl Korean Version - SJM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because instead of ordinary super man, i saw super girl?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaker - GDragon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i laugh when someone breaks my heart. wow, i must be really tough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;br /&gt;Balloons - DBSK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;not utilising my childhood to the max to play and enjoy/have fun?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Sorry - SJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;die while apologising?! this is the worst thing that can happen&lt;/em&gt;  T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;Stand By Me - SHINee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm taking this as a definite yes then!&lt;/em&gt;  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaker - GDragon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OMG i broke their hearts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;O Jung.Ban.Hup - DBSK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somebody talks, everyday theres a new answer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;Like the First Time - T-ara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;first times are always scary because its completely alien to me. until I try it, of course.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;br /&gt;Wrong Number - DBSK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;change a wrong number?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU SAY, WHEN YOU MEET YOUR BOSS?&lt;br /&gt;AH! - After School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hope i dont get sacked for saying this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE SAY TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;You're My Melody - DBSK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aww, this is another sweet one&lt;/em&gt;  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU SAY TO YOUR WORST ENEMY-TURN-FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;Yunho and Micky rapping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;well... the rap was for Mirotic chinese version. "i love it when you got no shame, do that thing, so insane. you love it when i play your game, work that frame, i'm in your aim. yeah, i'm in your aim. you know you got it!" so well, does this mean i have my enemy-turned-friend under my skin?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;Last Farewell - 2NE1 version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;haha this so fits the question! i hope this really is the last farewell and i dont get tagged with this quiz again!&lt;/em&gt;  xD&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really weird! how come when i have so many songs in my music player, the only ones that appear are the same ones that keep showing up each time? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;UPDATED ON 1 MARCH 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys, xiaoxi is back on the first day of the month to update okays? LOL!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how you guys spent the day celebrating Ri In's brithday? speaking of brithday, happy belated birthday to ANNA and RI IN! ♥&lt;br /&gt;i havent been able to wish you guys HAPPY BIRTHDAY on time due to work and some unforeseen reasons (wow.. T.T) but may this year be your year! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've added another section labeled 'Freebies' under navigations! check it out when you're free alright! i've also retitled 'Gifts' to 'Affies' Gifts' in case it gets mixed up with freebies somehow.. i think the navigations are getting longer and longer hmm? is it a good thing? T.T&lt;br /&gt;okay, i should stop torturing my poor brain with all these stuff. have a fun day ahead, everyone! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOOKING FOR DOLL PRINCE CHAPTER 13?&lt;br /&gt;CLICK &lt;a href="http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2010/02/jun-xius-plan.html"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;UPDATED ON 13 FEB 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just an hour more to Chinese New Year and Valentine's Day! *throws confetti*&lt;br /&gt;whether you're chinese or not, you get to celebrate and i hope everyone have fun on such a meaningful day! (what are the chances of CNY and Vday clashing again? therefore its a meaningful day!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The '&lt;a href="http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2010/02/vday-2010.html"&gt;Gifts&lt;/a&gt;' section has been updated with all wonderful graphics made by affies and friends, so do check out the oh-so-beautiful graphics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(lemme tell a secret, my &lt;strong&gt;absolute fav&lt;/strong&gt; so far is from Michelle, Phebs, Hyunnie, Jusce and Impeccable Melodies. shh~)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Affie list has been updated with new affies as well as a couple of sites which got relinked, so do drop by as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt;  be a slight possiblity that i cant make it on time for the next update for Doll Prince. My computer has been really acting up these days (and if you know me in person most likely you'd know my antique computer too) and i'm getting really stressed trying to stop it from going haywire - although it's not very successful attempts. however, dont worry, as i will try my best to make it in time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all these updates, i wish everyone a happy CNY and romantic Vday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOOKING FOR DOLL PRINCE CHAPTER 12?&lt;br /&gt;CLICK &lt;a href="http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2010/02/heart.html"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;UPDATED ON 22 JAN 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey guys, i know i havent been updating in like a really &lt;i&gt;LONGGGGGGG&lt;/i&gt;  time, so i'm popping in now to say hi! :D&lt;br /&gt;i'm busy with work and i'm really really tired after 12 hours every day so.. yeah, i might take about 3 to 4 days to reply to tags and emails, but keep them coming okay! :D&lt;br /&gt;i'm also trying hard to rush to meet my deadline for Doll Prince's update ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, check out the affie list if you havent already, because it has been updated with awesome sites ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;UPDATED ON 17 JAN 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT TAGGED BY ANNA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. Put your music on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 10 friends who might enjoy doing the memo as well as the person you got the memo from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET’S START!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY” YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;– I Dont Care - 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pwahahaha i prefer to say whatever though&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;br /&gt;– Crazy Love - DBSK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ohh they're mad in love with me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;– Bad Girl - B2ST/BEAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just feel tired... T.T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;– LA chA TA - F(x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont see a link here..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;– Y - Jang Ri In&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah, i kinda like to think why i live like this etc..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;– Purple Line - DBSK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Junsu said Purple Line means hope is coming... so i'm bringing hope to my friends? OMG! did i ever mention that my name, xiaoxi, means small hope?! xiao as in small, xi as in xi wang (hope)!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;– Diva - After School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;uh.. being a diva?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;– Super Girl - SJM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my maths teacher will kill me if i answer that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;– Crazy Love - DBSK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yep, my best friend is my mad love!!&lt;/em&gt; ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;– Love Song (Ai Ni Ai Ni) - SJM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this song fits&lt;/em&gt;  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;– Rising Sun - DBSK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whoa, my life is a rising sun. how amazing is that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;– Are You A Good Girl? - DBSK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmm.. yeah, i wanna continue being a good girl&lt;/em&gt;  ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;– AH - After School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;uh.. wow?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;– Stay (liu xia lai) - Fahrenheit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aww everyone wants me to stay by their side and not get married?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;– Hot Issue - 4 Minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pwahaha the person i like is the hot issue!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;– Blue Tomorrow - SJM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont see the link..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;– In The Club - 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so now you know where to find my secrets&lt;/em&gt;  ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;– The Leaders - GDragon &amp; Teddy &amp; CL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm friends with leaders? wow!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT’S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;– Unforgivable - Cha Soo Kyung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;being unable to forgive someone? i'm not forgiving too, by the way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;– MUZIK - 4 Minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah, being in love with kpop has made me sad a lot of times! issues with DBSK, 2Pm etc..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt;– Because Of You - After School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;currently i think this answer has been swapped with the answer for song that makes me cry.. this should be the normal song to cry to&lt;/em&gt;  T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;br /&gt;– Survivor - DBSK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;being a sole survivor? or not being a survivor??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;br /&gt;– Share the World - DBSK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will die sharing the world. hmm..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;– O - DBSk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so will i get married??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;– You and I - Bom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aww how sweet~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;– Ring Ding Dong - SHINee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ahh i'm a butterfly which they cant allow to fall!&lt;/em&gt;  *grinning*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;– Rainy Night - Kim Xiah Junsu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;afraid of rainy nights? LOL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;br /&gt;– AH - After School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i got AH again? werid, i have tons of songs and i keep getting this..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU SAY, WHEN YOU MEET YOUR BOSS?&lt;br /&gt;– Balloons - DBSK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eh i will get fired if i say this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE SAY TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;– Loving More and More (yue lai yue ai) - Fahrenheit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sweet!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU SAY TO YOUR WORST ENEMY-TURN-FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;– CHU~♥ - F(x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yep, since the person is my friend now!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;– Please Dont Go - CL &amp; Minzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont want the quiz to end?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so that was the tagged quiz i completed! :D&lt;br /&gt;i'm letting whoever wants to do the quiz attempt it~&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i did something like this twice before? but it was on my private blog (only invited readers get to read. priviledged, isnt it?) and the answers i got for those two quizes were amazingly fitting!&lt;br /&gt;and i personally think the answers i got this time makes a whole lot of sense too. i did not cheat by typing in any song i like, you know i dont lie right? i didnt okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, the poll for my next story is now closed, and the winner is Bad Woman with more than half(?) of the votes.&lt;br /&gt;i'm also updating my profile in currently, so you can check there frequently! i've added a whole list of places where you can find me at, but please add me, dont stalk me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;UPDATED ON 3 JAN 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so here's the poll i've been thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;After some thought, i still couldnt decide which to write, and hence i shall let your readers decide for me this time! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two fics are &lt;strong&gt;Deadly Attachment&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Bad Woman&lt;/strong&gt; respectively.&lt;br /&gt;Deadly Attachment is of action and romance, whilst Bad Woman is leaning more towards romance and less of action (as you can see from the excerpts below)&lt;br /&gt;Both fics will talk about plotting and scheming though, which is not really something of my forte but i'd wanted to try out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deadly Attachment would feature the well known SuYin couple (Kim Junsu and Jang Ri In) as well as Kim Jaejoong. It's a full fic (like what i usually write on winglin).&lt;br /&gt;Bad Woman would feature the well known YunJae couple (Jung Yunho and Kim Jaejoong) as well as an OC (original character). It's a short story (like DP) but i would consider writing a sequel if the response is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're a great SuYin fan, i'm guessing you'd go with Deadly Attachment. If you're tired of reading the SuYin fics i write all the time and happen to be a YunJae fan, i'm guessing Bad Woman is the fic for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that both stories will eventually be written in the end, and that the poll only decides which fic gets to be written and published first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are excerpts from both stories which might aid in your decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deadly Attachment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running through the corridors with a two guards hot on her heels, Ri In agilely jumped onto the handrail of the staircase and made her escape from the second level of the Kim Mansion. The Kim family’s heirloom - the Red Fire, or otherwise just a ruby, was tucked away safely in the inner pocket of her coat. As soon as her ‘handrail ride’ was over, she jumped and landed neatly on the ground. Just then, a pair of shining shoes appeared before her. Looking up, Ri In gasped. A boy her age was standing before her with his hand outstretched, a friendly smile on his face. He is offering to help her up. Hearing the furious shouts from behind her, Ri In grabbed the boy’s hand and started running. She could hear his unsteady breathing as he attempted to catch up with her speed. For the first time, Ri In felt safe even though she was in a precarious situation.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad Woman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolting awake, Yunho found himself in an unfamiliar room, wearing nothing but his boxers. Feeling something - or someone, to be exact - stirring beside him, he gasped and jumped out of bed. Scanning the place quickly, he could easily make an easy guess about what happened. Yet he had no recollection of it. The woman rubbed her eyes before looking up at him and smiled. “Good morning, Yunho. Did you sleep well last night?” her voice was gentle and her smile angelic. Yunho shook his head hardly to shake the image out of his memory system. “That’s not right. I can’t possibly have done anything with you. I have Jaejoong!” Yunho spoke his mind immediately. The woman traded her smile of an angel with a smirk. Getting out of bed, she boldly hugged him and placed a kiss on his cheek. “My name is Yoo Sohee. You will have to be responsible towards me, Yunho.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8" src="http://static.polldaddy.com/p/2460047.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://answers.polldaddy.com/poll/2460047/"&gt;Which fic are you anticipating? Vote to let me know!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9px;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.polldaddy.com"&gt;online surveys&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;UPDATED ON 3 JAN 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BELATED NEW YEAR! :D&lt;br /&gt;hope everyone had a wonderful new year! how did you spend yours? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've updated the 'Gifts' page with the new year gifts, so check 'em out alright!&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, i've to change the video now, it's still playing &lt;em&gt;Snow Dream&lt;/em&gt; T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's been a good new year break for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to relink/link up the affies now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in case you're wondering, DP is already pass the midway mark, so i guess it's pretty near it's end..&lt;br /&gt;oh! DP is a short story, have i mentioned this before?&lt;br /&gt;Because DP is ending soon, i need to decide on the next fic soon but i'm now quite stuck between two stories..&lt;br /&gt;shall I let the readers vote which story they want this time?&lt;br /&gt;*thinking*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOOKING FOR DOLL PRINCE CHAPTER 8?&lt;br /&gt;CLICK &lt;a href="http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2009/12/trouble-brews.html"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;UPDATED ON 24 DEC 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey everyone, &lt;strong&gt;xmas&lt;/strong&gt; is fast approaching, and i'm here to update with some banners &lt;em&gt;for&lt;/em&gt;  my affies and awesome gifts &lt;em&gt;from&lt;/em&gt;  my affies :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For affies:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SzD0RpEWymI/AAAAAAAABGo/R5Z3eOi0CBI/s1600-h/xmas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 96px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SzD0RpEWymI/AAAAAAAABGo/R5Z3eOi0CBI/s320/xmas.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418098935645784674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SzD0R8V5BeI/AAAAAAAABGw/YhdQdpSaYXI/s1600-h/xmas1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 96px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SzD0R8V5BeI/AAAAAAAABGw/YhdQdpSaYXI/s320/xmas1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418098940819604962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's not fab looking or whatever, and i made it with paint, but it's the thought that counts, right?!&lt;br /&gt;btw, both banners feature Xiah Junsu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From affies:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;em&gt;i've removed the images from the front page so the page would load faster. You can find the gifts under 'Gifts' section.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, thanks for all the awesome gifts! &lt;s&gt;i shall have to create a new page asap for all these gifts keke&lt;/s&gt; i created a new page for the gifts, it's found under navigation~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also welcoming two new affies on the affie list! :D&lt;br /&gt;(psst, check them out under Affiliation alright!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, here's an advanced &lt;strong&gt;MERRY XMAS TO ALL&lt;/strong&gt; because i might not be able to update on the actual day itself.&lt;br /&gt;have fun partying away okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S anyone notice that this is the THIRD version of Doll Prince's poster already? (refering to the image above) only one more version to go~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOOKING FOR DOLL PRINCE CHAPTER 7?&lt;br /&gt;CLICK &lt;a href="http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2009/12/misunderstanding_16.html"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;UPDATED ON 12 DEC 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLEASE SIGN THE PETITION IF YOU HAVENT ALREADY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Look at this -- &lt;a href="http://www.peta.org/feat/ChineseFurFarms/index.asp"&gt;http://www.peta.org/feat/ChineseFurFarms/index.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet nobody wants their skin to be peeled off while they're still alive (ok, even if you're dead). These poor animals are being skinned &lt;em&gt;alive&lt;/em&gt;  which makes this all so cruel deed even more gruesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've forwarded the petition to practically everyone on my contacts list but in case it doesnt get to you (well, because you arent on my contacts), find that petition and sign it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off the serious update, I've recently injured my index finger whih makes it really difficult to type. And just yesterday, unfortunately, i injured yet another finger because i was holding my spoon too tightly (and got cut, in a really stupid manner, i know). I &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt;  not be able to update with the next chapter of Doll Prince on time. However, i will be trying my best to get the chapter ready. Just in case i'm not ready, please dont chase me with knives *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many thanks to PHEBS who has kindly donately me not just one, but TWO awesome link buttons! Affies now have another two buttons to choose from :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/6779/xxrplb.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img690.imageshack.us/img690/2508/xxrplb.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just something interesting which i found out. Reminiscing-pandora was born on &lt;strong&gt;9th October 2007&lt;/strong&gt;. Which means this site is now two plus years old! OMIGOSH, i never did realise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOOKING FOR DOLL PRINCE CHAPTER 6?&lt;br /&gt;CLICK &lt;a href="http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2009/11/cousin.html"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;UPDATED ON 30 Nov 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey hey :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i know i've been updating a little too regularly these days *cough cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i wanted to update this no matter how late~&lt;br /&gt;this is something from a nice affie for thanksgiving - &lt;a href="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d17/miz_animation/Untitled-36copy.png"&gt;click!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks BBT~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of affies, there are more new affies on the affiliate list right now, so take the time to check them out too!&lt;br /&gt;btw, i've moved my link button under 'Affiliation'. saves space on the front page, no? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for more personal updates (not saying that affies arent personal enough), i've been thinking lately if i should do an apply fic... not really those kind where spots are limited and the author chooses a lucky person, but more of applying for your own one shot story with a desired partner. i've been toying with this idea for quite some time now, and lately this idea keeps coming back. of course, i know it's going to be hard work... *overly-imaginative self is imagining thousand over requests*&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, if i ever decide on creating this apply fic, i'll update and let you guys know alright! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOOKING FOR DOLL PRINCE CHAPTER 6?&lt;br /&gt;CLICK &lt;a href="http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2009/11/cousin.html"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;UPDATED ON 25 Nov 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahnyong everyone! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure you guys have realised by now that the tagboard is now filled with tags on being affies and stuff. that's right, people! i've decided its about time reminiscing-pandora got affiliated to some websites and make some new friends!&lt;br /&gt;check out the new friends under the 'Affiliates' button if you havent already! if you have a website and you'll like to become affiliates with me too, just drop a tag at the tagboard and i'll link you up asap! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;any kind soul willing to donate some link buttons to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOOKING FOR DOLL PRINCE CHAPTER 5?&lt;br /&gt;CLICK &lt;a href="http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2009/11/pain-from-within.html"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;UPDATED ON 11 NOV 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY HEY HEY!&lt;br /&gt;Guess who is BACK? :D&lt;br /&gt;Since i'm back, you can be expecting me to reply to comments from now on :D&lt;br /&gt;speaking of comments, i shall tell a secret ok?&lt;br /&gt;i've actually been keeping an eye on this site using my mobile phone haha.&lt;br /&gt;but i never did reply. i was quite disappointed actually to see that there isnt much response...&lt;br /&gt;but thanks to all who have been commenting okay!&lt;br /&gt;comments really make my day :D&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt be replying to the past comments, but be assured i've been reading through each one already ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i updated the content page for Doll Prince, so you can access all past chapters now after clicking stories available &gt; Click to read (for Doll Prince)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOOKING FOR DOLL PRINCE CHAPTER 4?&lt;br /&gt;CLICK &lt;a href="http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2009/11/sad-festival.html"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;UPDATED ON 30 OCT 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, warmest &lt;b&gt;welcome&lt;/b&gt; to all new visitors of this blog!&lt;br /&gt;And before you lose interest in this &lt;s&gt;boring&lt;/s&gt; A/N, let me bring you through the functions/buttons/rules etc which you might need to get accustomed to as this place is unlike winglin (although i've tried my best to make it similar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1&lt;/strong&gt; Only updates on the main panel whenever you step into the place. By this, i mean that whenever you visit this blog, you &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; see the updates, with the newest on top. &lt;strong&gt;HOWEVER&lt;/strong&gt;, i have changed this setting into such that from Chapter 1 of Doll Prince onwards, chapter updates will be on the main panel, replacing the updates. Updates are stil available when you click on the navigational button at the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2&lt;/strong&gt; Disclaimer column on the navigation panel - work published here is licensed, which means no ripping ( = no stealing ) off my work. Click on 'read more' to learn about the summary points i've drawn up (so you wouldnt have to go through the legal code which is &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; long).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3&lt;/strong&gt; Cbox (aka chatbox) is only used for chatting. Chapter comments (refering to your comments on the chapter) should be posted under comments by clicking on the 'comments' button beneath the banner at the end of each post. Refer to #5 for more details on chapter comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#4&lt;/strong&gt; Navigations -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.1 Clicking on 'stories available' would bring you to a summary page of all my fictions. By clicking on the 'click to read' button, it would lead to another page showing you the relevant chapters and trailers/opening/teasers as well as credits to people who have helped me in the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.2 The 'Follow' button basically works the same way as the subscribe button on winglin. &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/follow-blog.g?blogID=6375460481856742667"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt; to follow this blog now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#5&lt;/strong&gt; When you post chapter comments, you can choose to either post using your Blogger Username (which requires you to sign in first), Open ID (eg wordpress), Name / URL (which does not require you to sign in, and works the same way as the comment page on winglin) and lastly Anonymous, which i do not encourage as i would love to know who is the one posting. Once again, i'm emphasising that comments page is for chapter comments, and chatting should be done at the tagboard on the navigation panel. Don't worry about your comments going to waste, because i'll be reading each and every one of them even though &lt;strong&gt;i will not&lt;/strong&gt; be replying until i'm back on 11 November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#6&lt;/strong&gt; Updates are on regular basis of &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; update &lt;strong&gt;in every ten days&lt;/strong&gt;. Exact time and date of next chapter release date will be at the end of latest update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#7&lt;/strong&gt; Posers -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.1 Posers have no life, so &lt;b&gt;DO NOT&lt;/b&gt; pose as somebody else and leave comments. It is definitely not nice and in fact very rude, and you know that rude people &lt;s&gt;suck&lt;/s&gt;. If you have anything negative to say, then say it out using your &lt;i&gt;own&lt;/i&gt; name. ONLY constructive critism allowed though. Once again, i find it ludicrous to pose as someone else, so have pride for your own name, comment using your own name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.2 There have been instances whereby someone posed as me and left rude replies to commenters. In case something like this happens while i'm away, i'm telling you (yes, you) now that i am NOT replying ANY comments until i'm back on 11 November. So if you see any xiaoxi replying to you within this period of time, chances are, you're talking to the wrong xiaoxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that i'm finally done with those, let's change the mood to something lighter yeah :D&lt;br /&gt;I must absolutely mention &lt;strong&gt;PHEBS&lt;/strong&gt; aka Phoebe, who has rendered me a lot of help poster(s) wise, bg(s) wise, banner wise, and comments wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, thanks to whoever is reading this right now, as most of you are probably readers who have been supporting me ever since Love like Diamond is on winglin.&lt;br /&gt;*bows 90 degrees*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the benefit of people who have yet to see the extremely &lt;s&gt;ugly&lt;/s&gt; simple character chart i came up with quite sometime ago, here it is again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SmwshfzxSqI/AAAAAAAABBU/w9WbPf25Iog/s1600-h/DP+character+chart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362710210277362338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SmwshfzxSqI/AAAAAAAABBU/w9WbPf25Iog/s320/DP+character+chart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(click picture to enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not to forget, the wonderful teaser made by Zhen Zhen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nJYm44kRVPg&amp;amp;hl=" width="200" height="160" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with all these, enjoy your stay here! :D&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2009/09/forewords.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to read Doll Prince - FOREWORDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-1373353958533127068?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/1373353958533127068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=1373353958533127068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/1373353958533127068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/1373353958533127068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2009/09/updated-on-2009-firstly-warmest-welcome.html' title=''/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SzD0RpEWymI/AAAAAAAABGo/R5Z3eOi0CBI/s72-c/xmas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-6825377161897452684</id><published>2010-02-18T17:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T17:21:09.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jun Xiu’s Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ANNOUNCEMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Due to work, I'm going to &lt;strong&gt;postpone&lt;/strong&gt; the update for Chapter 14 to &lt;strong&gt;5th March&lt;/strong&gt;. Sorry for any inconvenience caused!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;br /&gt;23rd Feb 2010&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img89.imageshack.us/img89/570/dpbanner2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 13: Jun Xiu’s Plan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggested song/music: Unforgettable - DBSK&lt;br /&gt;(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YszysrouEbw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving as quickly as he could, Zai Zhong wondered why Young Master Jin suddenly needed so much money. During breakfast, Jun Xiu ordered him to drive to the bank and retrieve all of his money on his behalf and return as swiftly as possible. Not only did Jun Xiu ask him to visit the bank, he also requested for You Tian and Xuan Na to brace themselves mentally. ‘What is he thinking of? He is a reckless person to begin with, so what is Young Master possibly planning?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Leave the mansion first. I will meet up with you both later, so wait for me below the bridge. A rowboat is waiting for you there. Don’t leave until I arrive. I need to settle some stuff before meeting you guys.” Jun Xiu instructed simply and directed Xuan Na out of the mansion along with You Tian. Whilst Xuan Na can’t wait to get away from Jun Xiu, You Tian glanced at him worriedly. What he said last night about assisting them kept echoing in his mind. Is Jun Xiu going to help them elope? What about their parents? How about the trouble he caused after killing Jin Yu Bin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pacing about impatiently before the front door, Jun Xiu nearly pounced on Zai Zhong as soon as he got off the vehicle. Grabbing the bag of money, Jun Xiu wanted to finish off his plan quickly before his family flies over. “To make it simple, I am going to leave the Jin family and aid You Tian and Xuan Na in eloping. I will beg my father to let you stay on in the family-”&lt;br /&gt;“No. I refuse to stay here if Young Master is not here. How can you make such a bold decision? Have you thought of the consequences?” Zai Zhong interrupted regardless of how rude it was. Sighing, Jun Xiu nodded his head briefly to acknowledge that he has understood Zai Zhong’s words and hopped into the car. “To Xuan Na’s house immediately.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn’t take much persuasion for Xuan Na’s father who is worried sick to follow them onto the car. As soon as he spot the daughter he misses so dearly, he walked as speedily as his legs could bring him towards the rowboat. Embracing Xuan Na agitatedly, he started shouting. “How could you run away like this? Do you know how worried the family is because of you?” Xuan Na pushed her father away slightly and pulled You Tian over with a free hand. As soon as her father’s sight landed on You Tian, he delivered a hard slap across his face. “How could you seduce my daughter? I should never have adopted you in the first place!” he snarled. He did not bring up his daughter so painstakingly only to have to hand her over to her brother. Jun Xiu stepped between them to prevent further injuries. “If you understand how deep their love is, you would not force them to part. It is painful to part a couple in love. Can you bear the guilt if you see your daughter depressed for the rest of her life? Can you bear the consequences for stopping your daughter in seeking her one and only true love?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking sadly at the retreating figure of her aged father, Xuan Na started sobbing. Throwing a punch towards Jun Xiu’s chest, Xuan Na glared at him. “Why did you say those words to my father? You broke his heart!” You Tian pulled Xuan Na towards himself and held firmly to her hands. Smiling apologetically at Jun Xiu, You Tian turned Xuan Na around to face him. “You have to admit what he said makes sense! Not to mention, he is our benefactor! If not for him, the villagers would’ve caught us by now and our plight might be much worse!” You Tian drilled the information into her. Xuan Na glanced at Jun Xiu resentfully before nodding her head at You Tian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unzipping the bag, Jun Xiu separated the stacks of money equally and shoved one side to Zai Zhong. “You should be able to start some form of business with this money. Use it wisely to support yourself.” turning to You Tian, he handed the remaining money to him. “You will be in need of money, be it traveling expenses or for daily necessities. This is all I have left. It might not be much, but it should be enough to tide you over until you settle down and find a job.” Zai Zhong looked at Jun Xiu absurdly. “Young Master, I cannot accept this! This is your entire savings!” You Tian nodded his head in approval of Zai Zhong’s words. How could he possibly take Jun Xiu’s money? “This is the least I can do for you guys. I will be angry if you don’t accept it. I have my own plans, so don’t reproach yourself for taking the money.” Jun Xiu’s sharp eyesight sighted the two cars which drove towards his mansion. At last, what he has been preparing for all these while has arrived…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in two separate cars rented when they got off the plane, Jun Xiu’s parents and Yu Bin’s parents drove towards the Jin mansion. “I will never let Jin Jun Xiu off for killing our Yu Bin. What has she done to him to deserve this?!” Yu Bin’s mother shouted as her tears rolled down uncontrollably. “Is that the river which she drowned in? She’s trembling alone in that chilly water!” she pointed to the river as they drove past it. Her husband tried desperately to calm her down while trying to contain his own grief. Their daughter who would not go near the waters regardless what happen actually drowned at sea. No amount of time will be able to pull him out of his shock and anguish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Massaging his temples, Jun Xiu’s father tried to remain his cool. He aims to finish lecturing the imbecile which he gave birth to and force a proper reason out of him for Yu Bin’s death - or at least that was what he aimed to do originally. As the car drove past the river which he believes drowned Yu Bin, he felt overwhelming guilt. If he had raised his son better, this wouldn’t have happened. If he had stopped Yu Bin from returning, this wouldn’t have happened. As if understanding what he is thinking of, his wife held onto his hand tightly as consolation. “We are both at fault for not bringing up Jun Xiu properly.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A/N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the end is really nearing this time. 2 more chapters and DP will be completed!&lt;br /&gt;drop your comment if you havent already! :D&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEXT UPDATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 28 February 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple time conversion table:&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Time 17:00&lt;br /&gt;Seoul Time 18:00&lt;br /&gt;Chicago Time 03:00&lt;br /&gt;Paris Time 10:00&lt;br /&gt;Seattle Time 01:00&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-6825377161897452684?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/6825377161897452684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=6825377161897452684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/6825377161897452684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/6825377161897452684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2010/02/jun-xius-plan.html' title='Jun Xiu’s Plan'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-7939023687753430763</id><published>2010-02-17T15:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T22:45:37.647+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freebies'/><title type='text'>Freebies</title><content type='html'>YOU KNOW YOU LOVE FREEBIES :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Please note: DO NOT download and remove the credits or claim it as your own work. 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- (&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/download.php?sid=331386"&gt;click here to download&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/S8sazGEzGMI/AAAAAAAABLU/6InRqvI2RrY/s1600/set+8+-+screenshot.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/S8sazGEzGMI/AAAAAAAABLU/6InRqvI2RrY/s320/set+8+-+screenshot.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461488438223247554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Set 7&lt;/strong&gt; - (&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/download.php?sid=336340"&gt;click here to download&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-7939023687753430763?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/7939023687753430763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=7939023687753430763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/7939023687753430763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/7939023687753430763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2010/02/freebies.html' title='Freebies'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/S4txXMNIa9I/AAAAAAAABJ8/fwozIcMeB6U/s72-c/set+1+-+screenshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-3088807625071282961</id><published>2010-02-13T15:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T15:29:25.943+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifts'/><title type='text'>CNY gifts 2010</title><content type='html'>Adorable Chinese New Year graphics from beloved Anna and Hyunnie!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY CNY 2010! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/S3uaq0LAGuI/AAAAAAAABJg/m_ClJdqAqn0/s1600-h/cny+-+anna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/S3uaq0LAGuI/AAAAAAAABJg/m_ClJdqAqn0/s320/cny+-+anna.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439111035329977058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cr: Anna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/S3uarJgrMKI/AAAAAAAABJo/0KSp1TJYR4U/s1600-h/cny+-+hyunnie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/S3uarJgrMKI/AAAAAAAABJo/0KSp1TJYR4U/s320/cny+-+hyunnie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439111041058025634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cr: Hyunnie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-3088807625071282961?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/3088807625071282961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=3088807625071282961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/3088807625071282961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/3088807625071282961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny-gifts-2010.html' title='CNY gifts 2010'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/S3uaq0LAGuI/AAAAAAAABJg/m_ClJdqAqn0/s72-c/cny+-+anna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-8007132049347920908</id><published>2010-02-12T22:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T15:27:44.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifts'/><title type='text'>Vday 2010</title><content type='html'>Thanks to all wonderful affies for the vday presents! Without further ado, presenting the presents for &lt;strong&gt;Vday 2010&lt;/strong&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/S3Vfqc-nMXI/AAAAAAAABIA/_l8eFGsCc6A/s1600-h/vday+-+michelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/S3Vfqc-nMXI/AAAAAAAABIA/_l8eFGsCc6A/s320/vday+-+michelle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437357308057694578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cr: Michelle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/S3Vfo-P5s9I/AAAAAAAABHo/ApSCqc8mndA/s1600-h/vday+-+baboracoon.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 158px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/S3Vfo-P5s9I/AAAAAAAABHo/ApSCqc8mndA/s320/vday+-+baboracoon.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437357282628842450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cr: Baboracoon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/S3VfqN5VVII/AAAAAAAABH4/9N6D07ijT1M/s1600-h/vday+-+icia.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/S3VfqN5VVII/AAAAAAAABH4/9N6D07ijT1M/s320/vday+-+icia.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437357304009020546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cr: Icia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/S3VfpayVyII/AAAAAAAABHw/x_WzHCtaQcE/s1600-h/vday+-+eternallysmitten.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/S3VfpayVyII/AAAAAAAABHw/x_WzHCtaQcE/s320/vday+-+eternallysmitten.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437357290289481858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cr: Eternally-Smitten&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/S3a9nPPtsrI/AAAAAAAABIw/XJ3rYFCTAvA/s1600-h/vday+-+phebs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/S3a9nPPtsrI/AAAAAAAABIw/XJ3rYFCTAvA/s320/vday+-+phebs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437742081901441714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cr: Phebs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/S3a9QxthOYI/AAAAAAAABIo/6VGfexF6PNU/s1600-h/vday+-+hyunnie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/S3a9QxthOYI/AAAAAAAABIo/6VGfexF6PNU/s320/vday+-+hyunnie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437741696016267650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cr: Hyunnie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/S3a9PbQ1UvI/AAAAAAAABII/2jVP2AnZka0/s1600-h/vday+-+babypaopao.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 151px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/S3a9PbQ1UvI/AAAAAAAABII/2jVP2AnZka0/s320/vday+-+babypaopao.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437741672810500850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cr: babypaopao&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/S3a9Qn1HjHI/AAAAAAAABIg/pbxMS60ZYJM/s1600-h/vday+-+feilunhai.co.nr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/S3a9Qn1HjHI/AAAAAAAABIg/pbxMS60ZYJM/s320/vday+-+feilunhai.co.nr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437741693363784818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cr: feilunhai.co.nr&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/S3a9QfrCVsI/AAAAAAAABIY/IAZMWvIYA88/s1600-h/vday+-+dsushirolls.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/S3a9QfrCVsI/AAAAAAAABIY/IAZMWvIYA88/s320/vday+-+dsushirolls.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437741691174016706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cr: dsushirolls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/S3a9P3tsk4I/AAAAAAAABIQ/25L9l1F84w0/s1600-h/vday+-+darkangelfamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/S3a9P3tsk4I/AAAAAAAABIQ/25L9l1F84w0/s320/vday+-+darkangelfamily.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437741680447755138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cr: dark angel family&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/S3bCTJmnwpI/AAAAAAAABI4/ZBly2V5sAcE/s1600-h/vday+-+jusce.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 123px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/S3bCTJmnwpI/AAAAAAAABI4/ZBly2V5sAcE/s320/vday+-+jusce.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437747234347664018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cr: jusce&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/S3d-MusCH3I/AAAAAAAABJI/OaTupaKvZ4w/s1600-h/vday+-+minty+fresh.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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Treating the room as his own, You Tian didn’t hesitate to invite himself to settle on the comfortable couch. Grinning at Jun Xiu, he pointed to the empty space beside himself. “Aren’t you gonna sit down and chat with your guest?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting crossed-legged at the furthest end of the couch, Jun Xiu remained a straight face and kept his gaze fixed at the coffee table. You Tian fidgeted awkwardly before clearing his throat to speak. “Let’s become friends!” Jun Xiu whipped his head around sharply in surprise. You Tian smiled in reply and glanced at him with an expression Jun Xiu was so familiar with… there was a lonely shadow cast over You Tian’s eyes, and looking into his eyes seem to remind himself of looking into a mirror. The same loneliness in his own pair of eyes whenever he sees his reflection in the mirror… why is that same loneliness in You Tian’s eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Before I was adopted into Xuan Na’s family, I suffered all alone because my parents abandoned me. Because I had no money, I ate leftovers dumped into the bin. Because I looked filthy, nobody dared to even walk near to me. Because I no longer have a home, I had to seek refuge under bridges and slept on the streets. I was abandoned because my family was too poor to raise another child. I would often wonder why my parents gave birth to me in the first place if they can’t afford to bring me up.” You Tian sighed as he narrated his childhood. “I even tried to steal bread because I was so hungry. I got beaten up instead though.” You Tian laughed dryly at his pathetic past. Meanwhile, Jun Xiu remained silent as he wondered how much more of You Tian does he not know and understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I had no friends nor do I have any relatives. Xuan Na’s father was my lifesaver when I nearly gave up on my life. He appeared and took me in, gave me a place to call home and people to label as family. That’s why I’m always very grateful to him.” happiness started to fill You Tian’s eyes. “I’m willing to be your friend. I understand how lonely you are because I’ve been abandoned before. Although I don’t know why you’re ostracized, I’m willing to be your friend and share some happiness with you.”&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long time since someone offered to be Jun Xiu’s friend voluntarily. You Tian’s simple actions has not only touched Jun Xiu and crumbled the fence he built around himself, Jun Xiu also saw the reason why Xuan Na chose You Tian over himself. You Tian was much kinder and braver. And he deserves Xuan Na’s love more than anyone else on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If you see me as a friend, then believe that I will assist you and Xuan Na in pursuing your happiness.” Jun Xiu finally revealed some emotions on his face. “The future is very tough, but I’m sure you’re capable of bringing happiness to Xuan Na.” Jun Xiu made a bold decision. Even if his own heart will be bleeding again, it makes no difference since his heart is already badly ripped up. Unlike him, You Tian has a chance to pursue true happiness with the one he love. Even if his own heart will bleed to death, he want to do his best to protect others from suffering like he did…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepping into the Jin mansion, Chang Min remained expressionless as he went upstairs to the guest room which his fiancée was supposed to stay in. Min Zhi was about to approach her brother when Zai Zhong stopped her. Shaking his head lightly, Zai Zhong told her to give Chang Min have some time alone to sort out his emotions. Wen Xuan tapped him on the shoulder briefly and extended her hand. In her hand was a cup of tea. “Drinking this should freshen you up after that long stay in the hospital.” Wen Xuan said shyly. She was not talkative to begin with, neither has she been in contact with many of the opposite sex. Suddenly, an idea popped into Min Zhi’s mind. If she brings this two people together, she might also be able to bring some joy to the current mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excusing herself from the kitchen, Min Zhi hid behind the pillar to eavesdrop on Zai Zhong and Wen Xuan. “Pardon my rudeness, but you don’t seem very sad about Young Mistress Jin’s death…” Zai Zhong spoke his mind immediately.&lt;br /&gt;“But will I be able to bring her back if I wallow in sadness too? Rather than being depressed like everyone else, I’d rather bring them out of their grief.” Wen Xuan smiled ever-so-gently at him. For a split second, Zai Zhong thought his heart would stop beating as he drowned in the abyss of her eyes. Jolting back into reality, he faked a cough in awkwardness and quickly gulped down the cup of tea he has been holding onto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squatting beside the water pipe, Xuan Na rubbed her hands together to create friction and heat. At her feet were the wet clothings which You Tian had shed after returning to the mansion from the sea. Scrubbing the shirt, Xuan Na’s heart felt warm although her hands were freezing. If she has the ability to stop time, she would have time to stop right now, because she might never have another chance to express her feelings for You Tian so freely and openly. Squeezing the water out of the shirt, she pulled it free of wrinkles. No words can express the blissfulness she felt currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulling the curtain close, Chang Min stopped himself from the rude act of spying on Xuan Na - not that he was doing it on purpose since the room overlooked the garden where she was washing You Tian‘s clothes. He sighed as he opened up Yu Bin’s luggage. She has yet to unpack, and she already left him… Chang Min pounded on his own chest lightly, wondering why his heart felt so empty. Does the departure of a loved one cause hearts to feel empty? Or perhaps Yu Bin forgot to return his heart to him before leaving. After all, he has handed over his entire heart to her…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A/N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this chapter wasnt titled 'The Heart' for nothing! eveyone's heart felt a little something for each other, be it pitiness, blissfulness or emptiness. Did your heart feel something too while reading this chapter? ;D&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEXT UPDATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 18 February 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple time conversion table:&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Time 17:00&lt;br /&gt;Seoul Time 18:00&lt;br /&gt;Chicago Time 03:00&lt;br /&gt;Paris Time 10:00&lt;br /&gt;Seattle Time 01:00&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-5059343057643995876?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/5059343057643995876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=5059343057643995876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/5059343057643995876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/5059343057643995876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2010/02/heart.html' title='The Heart'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-5486314090056731478</id><published>2010-01-27T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T17:00:01.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mourning</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img89.imageshack.us/img89/570/dpbanner2.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 11: Mourning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggested song/music: Is It Still Beautiful - Toy&lt;br /&gt;(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t5jJ_7dZcFI)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What was Jun Xiu thinking of when he drove into the sea?!” Master Jin slammed his fist against the wooden surface of his desk. His secretary jumped at the sudden outburst as he watched the poor telephone shatter when Master Jin flung it against the wall. Black-faced, Master Jin stood up as he cracked his head wondering how to break the news of Yu Bin’s death to her parents. He cannot imagine what will happen, but one thing is for sure - Jin Jun Xiu is going to get it from all of them for causing Yu Bin’s demise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decked in a full black outfit, Jun Xiu swaggered down the stairs, still drunk from his late night drinking session. Although his body seemed to be suffering side effects from drinking, his mind was crystal clear about everything. He purposely avoided the chatters coming from the dining room and headed out of the mansion. He needed to be alone today. He wants to mourn for the passing of his childhood playmate and cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where is Jun Xiu?” Min Zhi wondered aloud as she ate her breakfast. Xuan Na who was sitting opposite her shrugged and You Tian shook his head. “Young master Jin isn’t in his room!” Wen Xuan exclaimed as she rushed down the stairs. “I can’t find him anywhere else!” Min Zhi immediately dropped her cutlery in shock. Jin Jun Xiu is missing? Did he went out? When did he leave the house? She is going to be in big trouble when her brother and Jun Xiu’s attendant return to find him missing. “We need to find him!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking slowly towards the bridge where the accident took place, Jun Xiu’s vision blurred as the image of the day’s events replayed in his mind. Squeezing his eyes tightly shut, he tried to shake away the image of him driving off the bridge. He felt the air thinning, like how he was struggling in the waters previously. Gasping to take in large amounts of air, Jun Xiu grew giddy as he started losing balance. The waters suddenly seemed closer and closer… and he fell into the sea with a loud splash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leading the group, Min Zhi started panting heavily as she ran at top speed towards the beach. Spotting a tiny figure bent over from afar, Min Zhi pointed a finger excitedly as she thought they had found Jun Xiu. To her horror, she witnessed how he lost his balance and toppled over into the sea. Xuan Na gasped in astonishment and quickly covered her eyes in fear of another death whilst You Tian sprinted towards the bridge, leaving the job of calming Xuan Na to Wen Xuan. Removing his shirt as he ran, he threw it onto the ground before diving into the waters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panic-stricken, Jun Xiu kicked his legs and tried to surface but to no avail. Just then, he spotted a familiar figure before him, smiling so serenely. Jun Xiu stopped struggling and felt the tightness around his lungs loosening as Yu Bin’s image moved closer to him. She reached out a hand and held gently onto his. He could even feel the warmth she emitted. Suddenly, everything before him vanished and he found himself in the garden of the Jin Mansion he used to live in. Beside him was Yu Bin who is five years of age. Looking down at his hands, he discovered that he had chubby and small hands. Recognizing the dress Yu Bin was wearing, Jun Xiu recalled it as one of the scenes from his memory, for he remembered insulting her for wearing an ugly dress…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;“That dress is so ugly! Why are you wearing it? Looks like you fell into mud!” Jun Xiu laughed while pointing at the brown-colored dress. Yu Bin’s face scrunched together into a frown as she crossed her arms in unhappiness. “I’m not going to be your friend anymore!” she huffed and turned her back on him. Jun Xiu continued laughing hard at her, smacking his thigh in glee. Yu Bin sat on the floor and started wailing, startling him. He stopped laughing immediately and went to look at her. “Why are you crying? Don’t cry, Yu Bin! You know I don’t mean it!” Jun Xiu’s face flushed red in anxiety. Yu Bin lowered her hands which covered her face and flashed a tiny smile. “You’re forgiven.” she pinched his arm before running away, cackling.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re forgiven.” Jun Xiu’s vision shifted back to being in the sea with an image of Yu Bin. The image started blurring as she reached her hand towards him and pinched him on the arm. She proceeded to pull him into a hug before turning away. “Please forgive me for what I’ve done as well…” her voice was left lingering as her image faded away. Feeling his eyelids grow heavy, Jun Xiu moved his lips briefly to mouth his thoughts. “I don’t blame you.” he felt the pressure surrounding him become greater and greater as he lost conscious…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wake up! Jin Jun Xiu!” You Tian shouted as he shook the unconscious figure lying on the bridge. Min Zhi pounded on his chest. “Is his heart still beating? His heart will beat if I keep punching his chest right?” Wen Xuan hurriedly pulled her away to prevent her from possibly killing Jun Xiu. Brushing the hair sticking onto You Tian’s forehead away, Xuan Na is more concerned about him as compared to Jun Xiu who has yet to respond to them. If Jun Xiu is attempting suicide because of an accident, then he is too much of a weakling. As a man, he should face the situation bravely instead of trying to escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coughing, Jun Xiu threw up the water he swallowed as he regained consciousness. Min Zhi muttered a prayer of thanks for letting him be alright and quickly assisted him in sitting up. “Are you okay?” Wen Xuan asked worriedly. Jun Xiu nodded weakly in reply and stood up unsteadily. Without saying anything, he dragged his heavy body in the direction of his mansion, leaving the group behind. Min Zhi sighed and turned towards them. “I guess he wants some time alone. Let’s just let him be. Just make sure he doesn’t try anything funny again.” You Tian gazed at Jun Xiu’s retreating back view and felt pity for him. He must yearn to be cared for a lot. He remembered how he used to yearn for someone to care for himself before he was adopted into Xuan Na’s family. Jin Jun Xiu must be a very lonely soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A/N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt this chapter somehow very sad? i think this is the saddest chapter so far actually.. or maybe its just because of the song i was listening to.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, enjoy! :D&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEXT UPDATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 8 February 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple time conversion table:&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Time 17:00&lt;br /&gt;Seoul Time 18:00&lt;br /&gt;Chicago Time 03:00&lt;br /&gt;Paris Time 10:00&lt;br /&gt;Seattle Time 01:00&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-5486314090056731478?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/5486314090056731478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=5486314090056731478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/5486314090056731478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/5486314090056731478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2010/01/mourning.html' title='Mourning'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-8660090930424097184</id><published>2010-01-17T17:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T17:00:02.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img89.imageshack.us/img89/570/dpbanner2.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 10: Letting Go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggested song/music: White Lies - DBSK&lt;br /&gt;(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PGcZ4Q6t2fI)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gentle breeze blowing against Jun Xiu remained as chilly as ever despite the fact that he now has company in the mansion. Like the zephyr, his heart too, remained freezing and lonely. The lady he has secretly been in love with for years is now living under the same roof as he is, and yet he could do nothing. He has no rights to confess to her, not when he can’t even be in charge of his own life without messing it up. He just &lt;I&gt;murdered&lt;/I&gt;  someone close to him - his beloved cousin. Regardless of what she did to him, she is still his cousin and childhood playmate. And just her flying over especially to attend his birthday party is worth forgiving. Yet he shouted at her when he saw her. He even caused her death, spoiling her wedding plans and bright future. Someone like him deserves to be strewn right into hell. He selfishly fears a lonely death, yet what has he done to Yu Bin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragging himself out of his room, Jun Xiu forced himself to leave his seclusion for a breather. Walking past the guest room, his steps slowed down to a stop as he imagined the lady behind the door. ‘Xuan Na.’ he yearned to call her name aloud. A bitter smile plastered on his face, he caressed the carvings on the wooden door. “Good night.” that was the only thing he could find to say, even if he wasn’t talking to her in person. Suddenly feeling void of energy, Jun Xiu took heavy strides downstairs. He never drinks, but he knows that there is an extensive collection of wines in the kitchen, courtesy of the guests who come once yearly for his birthday. What he needs tonight is a good drink…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unable to fall asleep in an unfamiliar surrounding, Xuan Na tossed and turned repeatedly in her bed. She needs getting used to this soft and bouncy bed. In fact, she needs to get used to everything in this mansion. Just the washroom alone is huge enough to be her bedroom. Although she knows that Jin Jun Xiu is rich, she never expected him to be this rich. It’s a pity that such an exquisite mansion is hidden away from everyone and only available to the Jins whom she bet does not even treasure the place properly. Deciding that she will never be able to fall asleep, Xuan Na tiptoed to You Tian’s room. Instead of staring at the ceiling, she would rather stare at You Tian’s sleeping face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Young Master Shen, lets go back. It’s already midnight, I’m worried about Young Master. He must be feeling very bad right now…” Zai Zhong shook his head at Chang Min who has been holding Yu Bin’s body in a tight embrace since afternoon. Chang Min merely glared at him with distaste written all over his face. “All you’re concerned about is that murderer’s well-being when he killed my Yu Bin.” Chang Min said coldly. “Leave if you must. I’m not going to let Yu Bin lie here alone.”&lt;br /&gt;Zai Zhong sighed as he sat down on the chair. Chang Min is right. Although Young Master was the one who caused Young Mistress Jin’s death, he’s more worried about Young Master. Knowing him, Jun Xiu must be blaming himself for what happened. Will he remember to take his medicine on time? Will he have another relapse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coughing as the liquid scorched his throat, Jun Xiu’s eyes started to sparkle as it brimmed with tears. The liquor helped not in getting him drunk, but caused him to be even more wide awake. Jun Xiu lowered his head slowly to rest it on the table. Recalling every little incident since young, he realised how his life has been like a film made up of all the possible scenarios. It struck him then that he had forgotten about what he taught himself. To protect himself, he must distance himself from all others, even if it meant loneliness and sadness. He hasn’t been following what he believes in and fell in love. He did not stop himself from growing closer to Xuan Na, and his outburst of jealousy caused Yu Bin’s life. He suddenly found it ironical how he fears dying a lonely death and yet caused Yu Bin to leave them during her prime years. Tears wetting a patch on the table, Jun Xiu shut his eyes tightly, wishing he could shut himself off from the world just as easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;How much time passed since the last time I was truly happy? My world used to revolve around you, but right now whenever I think of you, I feel like crying. As long as you can obtain happiness this way, I am willing to forget and let go of you… If only there is a chance, I would show you all of my love. Please don’t ever cry, because I can’t be there to wipe your tears. You have to be happy. Put my name out of your mind and take it that I have never existed. Someone like me am not even worthy of your remembrance… I have no rights to mention even common words like ‘I love you’. I will erase you from my memory. I will go to a place where you do not exist…&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much persuasion, Chang Min finally let go of his hold on Yu Bin’s body. As much as he was unwilling, he had to let the nurses bring her body away. He was a doctor-to-be. He knew that nothing would be able to revive his fiancé. He was just too stubborn and upset to listen to anyone. Caressing the bed which Yu Bin has been lying on, he can still feel the warmth lingering on the surface. How is it possible for her to leave him behind? How could she bear to leave him behind? What is he going to do now? How is he going to continue living without her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Take it easy. Everyone has to leave someday. Young Mistress Jin has moved to paradise now.” Zai Zhong placed a comforting hand on Chang Min’s shoulder. Chang Min nodded briefly in reply. “Are you very close to Jin Jun Xiu and Yu Bin? Do you know a lot about their relationship? Can you tell me more about them?” Chang Min suddenly grew curious about Jun Xiu and Yu Bin’s childhood. You Bin always seem to feel sorry towards Jun Xiu, but she has never once told him about her relation with Jun Xiu in detail. Zai Zhong hesitated momentarily before recounting their childhood. His lips stretched into a tiny crescent as he told Chang Min about their happy yet bitter past…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A/N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you are confused, the whole paragraph which is italicised is in Junsu's POV.&lt;br /&gt;and the poll for the next fic is now closed! thanks for voting, and the winner fic is &lt;strong&gt;Bad Woman&lt;/strong&gt;. be anticipating a new genre of writing that xiaoxi is going to showcase! ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;btw, i have been updating my profile nowadays, so check back frequently to my profile alright!&lt;br /&gt;comments and critisms are more than welcomed! :D&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEXT UPDATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 27 January 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple time conversion table:&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Time 17:00&lt;br /&gt;Seoul Time 18:00&lt;br /&gt;Chicago Time 03:00&lt;br /&gt;Paris Time 10:00&lt;br /&gt;Seattle Time 01:00&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-8660090930424097184?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/8660090930424097184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=8660090930424097184' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/8660090930424097184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/8660090930424097184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2010/01/letting-go.html' title='Letting Go'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-3614533980085220957</id><published>2010-01-07T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T17:00:04.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Urgent Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img89.imageshack.us/img89/570/dpbanner2.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 9: An Urgent Plan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggested song/music: Rainy Night - Xiah Junsu&lt;br /&gt;(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yjUjMHaMegU)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Zai Zhong drive the unconscious Yu Bin and the worried Chang Min to the hospital in the city, Jun Xiu felt overwhelming guilt gnawing at his conscience. Should anything happen to her, not only would the three family  - namely his family, Yu Bin’s family, and Chang Min’s family - blame him, he would not be able to forgive himself either. Xuan Na staggered over to him with Min Zhi and Wen Xuan’s help and delivered a slap across his cheek. “What were you thinking? We nearly lost our lives because of you!” Xuan Na shouted while pointing to You Tian who almost got knocked over. Jun Xiu quietly accepted the accusations thrown at him. He knew what he did was unpardonable. “Let’s get away from this place first.” You Tian eyed the sea and shuddered. Min Zhi immediately led the way to the Kim mansion…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Tian and Xuan Na accepted the cup of warm tea gratefully from Wen Xuan, sipping it to calm their nerves. It is their first time in the mansion - in fact, their first to be even within the compound. Xuan Na finally understood why Jun Xiu has to be chauffeured around. The mansion was sited a long distance from the village, and since he is this rich to live in a mansion, obviously he could afford a chauffeur. ‘Which rich man drive by themselves anyway?’ Xuan Na scoffed as she placed her empty tea cup on the coffee table. Glancing around, Xuan Na noticed that every piece of furniture was intricately designed and definitely expensive. Admiring the drawing hanging on the wall, she found herself lost in that piece of land. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“At least change into something dry.” Min Zhi repeated her sentence over and over again like a broken tape recorder. She even resorted to drying his hair personally, but Jun Xiu remained still as a statue. His eyes empty and dull, his breathing was so light that it seemed as if he wasn’t breathing at all. Min Zhi shook him roughly by the shoulder. “Get your act together, you’re a man!” Jun Xiu shove her hand away and turned to face her with his back. The ringing of the phone startled everyone when it started echoing through the tranquility of mansion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xuan Na and You Tian were finally left alone in the living room when Wen Xuan went to answer the phone. Eyeing her stepbrother curiously, Xuan Na scooted closer to him and leaned against his shoulder. “Aren’t you going to give me an answer? I’ve already told you how much you mean to me.” Xuan Na tilted her head upwards and gazed into his eyes. Looking back into her eyes which seemed like a bottomless pit swallowing him, You Tian realised that he is falling deeper and deeper for Xuan Na. Now that she has openly confessed to him, he can no longer keep his own emotion in check. Just as he was about to reply her, a loud gasp and the sound of something falling onto the ground broke his train of thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wen Xuan got everyone’s attention when she dropped the receiver. Rushing down the stairs were Jun Xiu and Min Zhi whilst You Tian and Xuan Na hurried out from the living room. Eyes clouded with tears, her legs gave way as she collapsed on the floor. “Zai Zhong called to say that Young Mistress didn’t make it… Her parents have been notified so they can fly over to prepare her funeral…” Jun Xiu felt the air around him thinning. Gasping for oxygen, he inhaled and exhaled deeply whilst his hand clutched over his chest trying to ease the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;I don’t deserve to live. Someone as frail as me should be the one dying. How on earth did I kill another human being? I killed Yu Bin… I destroyed her happiness…&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Zai Zhong also said that the village is in a pandemonium now. He wants Mr Pu and Miss Jin to remain in the mansion for the time being. The villagers are planning to punish the both of you for being in love because it is morally wrong…” Wen Xuan quickly passed the important message. Xuan Na gasped and turned sharply to You Tian for help. They are both in hot soup now. How did the villagers find out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the alone person who is still clear-headed enough to give coherent instructions, Min Zhi accessed the situation. “The mansion is far from the village. Even if the villagers make it here, it is impossible for them to search the whole place, therefore making it the best hideout. Furthermore, it should be at least two days before any of the parents from our family to fly over since they have a lot of handover to do. We should be able to come up with something by then.” If not for the seriousness of the issue right now and his troubles, Jun Xiu would’ve leapt up in joy for being able to live under the same roof as his crush. Observing how Xuan Na would look at You Tian helplessly and hang on to his hand, Jun Xiu got the drift. It is impossible for anything to develop between himself and Xuan Na, because she only has eyes for You Tian, who happens to reciprocate her feelings. He has no chance in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Impossible! Yu Bin can’t possibly leave me behind! Save her or I’ll tear down this hospital!” Chang Min hollered at the hospital staff who have gathered. Beside him, Zai Zhong tried his best to hold onto the outraged beast who might carry out his threat any minute. “Cool down! Didn’t you say you’re studying to become a doctor? Then you should know that it is impossible to bring the dead back! Let go of Yu Bin, she is in paradise now…”&lt;br /&gt;“Love isn’t about finding someone you can live with, but someone you can’t live without. I can’t live without Yu Bin!” Chang Min struggled and broke free from Zai Zhong’s grasp. Embracing the lifeless lady on the bed, Chang Min swallowed the lump which is forming in his throat. “I am nothing without you, Yu Bin. I beg you, please just open your eyes and return to me…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A/N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt it sad Yoobin died a few chapters after she appeared? well, i hope i managed to showcase another side of Changmin here -- the lovesick man (:&lt;br /&gt;remember to vote at the poll for which fic you anticipate more! Deadly Attachment or Bad Woman. you can cast your vote by clicking on 'Updates'!&lt;br /&gt;comments and critisms are welcomed ~&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEXT UPDATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 17 January 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple time conversion table:&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Time 17:00&lt;br /&gt;Seoul Time 18:00&lt;br /&gt;Chicago Time 03:00&lt;br /&gt;Paris Time 10:00&lt;br /&gt;Seattle Time 01:00&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-3614533980085220957?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/3614533980085220957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=3614533980085220957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/3614533980085220957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/3614533980085220957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2010/01/urgent-plan.html' title='An Urgent Plan'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-8893995264748348198</id><published>2010-01-01T14:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T14:35:51.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifts'/><title type='text'>New Year gift</title><content type='html'>Here are the New Year gifts from affies!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the presents :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.imagehost.org/0615/newyearsaff.png"&gt;http://i.imagehost.org/0615/newyearsaff.png&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i663.photobucket.com/albums/uu360/FLH_Lover/NewYearposter.jpg"&gt;http://i663.photobucket.com/albums/uu360/FLH_Lover/NewYearposter.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f282/Kosmonovae/2012MFF.png"&gt;http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f282/Kosmonovae/2012MFF.png&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-8893995264748348198?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/8893995264748348198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=8893995264748348198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/8893995264748348198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/8893995264748348198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-gift.html' title='New Year gift'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-6764662162179574651</id><published>2009-12-27T17:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T17:00:00.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble Brews</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img89.imageshack.us/img89/570/dpbanner2.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 8: Trouble Brews&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggested song/music: Miss Mermaid OST&lt;br /&gt;(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WlygqBhn-sE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiding in his room, Jun Xiu faced the window trying to cool off. Just as his sight went across the vast sea, he spotted two figures on the bridge which extends halfway above the sea. Jealousy stemmed from fury and blended together to concoct a dangerous mix of emotions. His fists clenched together as he watched the girl move forward to kiss the guy. Breathing unstably, Jun Xiu shook with rage and clenched tightly on the window sill for support. “Xuan Na… Xuan Na…” he called her name aloud for the first time, but it came as a mere whisper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Xuan Na, what are you doing?!” You Tian tried to push her away but to no avail. Xuan Na clung onto him tightly, shaking her head in vehement refusal. “Don’t push me away. You know how I feel about you, so stop pretending! Please see me as a woman, You Tian!” Xuan Na shouted agitatedly. You Tian remain stunned and speechless. He knew she was right. And he knew he had feelings for her too. Both of them were too involved in their own emotions to notice that a villager who came fishing had heard everything in his boat below the bridge and has took off to inform everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun Xiu ran out of his room and grabbed the car keys lying on the table in the living room. Zai Zhong looked at him startled whilst the others looked on anxiously in curiosity. Yu Bin sensed something was amiss and stood up immediately. “Jun Xiu, where are you going? I’m coming along!” Yu Bin shouted after Jun Xiu who has took off for the car outside the mansion. She sprinted after him and hopped into the car before anyone could stop her. Not bothering to throw her out, Jun Xiu simply jammed his leg on the gas pedal and sped off for the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Young Master hasn’t been driving after he got his license! Both of them are in great danger!” Zai Zhong exclaimed as he dashed for his car. Hearing what he said, Chang Min instantaneously got into the car along with Zai Zhong. Worried about her mistress’ safety, Wen Xuan got on without thinking and resulted in Min Zhi tagging along as well. Without wasting time to ensure that everyone has seatbelts on, Zai Zhong started speeding after Jun Xiu who is long gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the villager who heard Xuan Na’s confession for her brother is shouting even before he set foot into the village. “Everyone, you guys won’t believe what I heard! The puppeteer’s daughter Jin Xuan Na is in love with her brother! She’s in love with You Tian, I heard it with my ears!” his shouts attracted a throng of villagers who shook their head in disagreement. Even if You Tian was adopted into the family, it is still unacceptable because he is her brother. The villager continued spreading the news, causing an uproar. Xuan Na’s aged father trembled at the news when he heard the villager shout as he ran pass him. His daughter is in love with his son? His only daughter is in love with Pu You Tian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vision blurry from his tears of anger, jealousy and sadness combined, Jun Xiu’s car swerved dangerously on the road. “Stop the car! It’s dangerous!” Yu Bin tried to pry his fingers away from the steering wheel. Jun Xiu pushed her hand away roughly and stomped on the gas pedal. Yu Bin’s eyes widened as she saw the car draw closer to the tree. “We’re going off the road! Jun Xiu!” she shouted loudly trying to bring him to his senses as she wrestled him for the steering wheel. The car made a sharp turn and charged full force towards the beach - Jun Xiu’s destination. However, the car went out of control as it sped up the bridge, startling You Tian and Xuan Na who quickly jumped aside and avoided the vehicle. Following tightly behind Jun Xiu’s car, Zai Zhong and everyone else realised the danger they were facing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yu Bin screamed as she felt the car breaking past the barrier of the wooden bridge and land into the sea. Zai Zhong hit the brakes just in time to avoid falling in as well. Chang Min jumped off the car and hovered over the edge of the bridge in horror as he watched the two struggling in the waters. “Yu Bin can’t swim!” he yelled and dive in. Min Zhi got off the car and hurried towards Xuan Na who was still recovering from shock. You Tian jumped into the water along with Zai Zhong to aid in the rescue. “Please be alright, Young Mistress…” Wen Xuan prayed with her hands clasped together. “Please be alright…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as he hit the cold water, Jun Xiu’s mind seemed to clear up as he realised what he has just done. His stinging from the salty seawater, he tried to struggle air when he felt his body growing out of oxygen. He suddenly felt darkness enveloping him as fear took over. He recalled his dread of a lonely death. He recalled everything, from how he was abandoned to how his sickness manipulated his body. Opening his mouth in desperate need for air, he swallowed a great deal of seawater instead. Choking, Jun Xiu waved his arms about in a final call for help. Just then, he felt someone grabbing him by his arm before he passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penetrating through the dark waters for his fiancée, Chang Min felt his head getting giddy from the lack of oxygen. Yet, he refused to get up for more air. Every second is precious - especially since Yu Bin could not swim. Hankering on forlorn hope, Chang Min swam another round where he saw Yu Bin land into the water. Perhaps his wish was answered, for his fingers brushed against fabric. He lunged forward and pulled the unconscious figure out of the water instantly. “Yu Bin!” he cried out as soon as he touched surface…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A/N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmy, i hope this chapter was up to expectations. and i know its kinda unexpected how this suddenly happened.&lt;br /&gt;if you're wondering what's the big deal about Xuan Na being in love with an adopted brother, i'll like to remind readers that this story is taking place in a more rural part of China during a non-so-advanced era. it is considered somewhat like a 'sin' to be in love with a brother.&lt;br /&gt;i know there's probably a lot of typos etc in this chapter, sorry if you spot any okay~&lt;br /&gt;comments and critisms are welcomed :D&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEXT UPDATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 7 January 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple time conversion table:&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Time 17:00&lt;br /&gt;Seoul Time 18:00&lt;br /&gt;Chicago Time 03:00&lt;br /&gt;Paris Time 10:00&lt;br /&gt;Seattle Time 01:00&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-6764662162179574651?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/6764662162179574651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=6764662162179574651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/6764662162179574651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/6764662162179574651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2009/12/trouble-brews.html' title='Trouble Brews'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-1647225003186110771</id><published>2009-12-20T17:16:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T14:47:53.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifts'/><title type='text'>Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;XMAS 2009 GIFTS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For affies:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SzD0RpEWymI/AAAAAAAABGo/R5Z3eOi0CBI/s1600-h/xmas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 96px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SzD0RpEWymI/AAAAAAAABGo/R5Z3eOi0CBI/s320/xmas.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418098935645784674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SzD0R8V5BeI/AAAAAAAABGw/YhdQdpSaYXI/s1600-h/xmas1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 96px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SzD0R8V5BeI/AAAAAAAABGw/YhdQdpSaYXI/s320/xmas1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418098940819604962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's not fab looking or whatever, and i made it with paint, but it's the thought that counts, right?!&lt;br /&gt;btw, both banners feature Xiah Junsu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From affies:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SzBec6IGNMI/AAAAAAAABF8/l3XeZyAxfmE/s1600-h/xmas-+myworldescape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417934202459272386" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SzBec6IGNMI/AAAAAAAABF8/l3XeZyAxfmE/s320/xmas-+myworldescape.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cr: myworldescape&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SzBecpacNMI/AAAAAAAABF0/R1SQNnUhsb0/s1600-h/xmas-+mysensation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417934197972808898" style="WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SzBecpacNMI/AAAAAAAABF0/R1SQNnUhsb0/s320/xmas-+mysensation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cr: mysensations&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SzBen5Tal5I/AAAAAAAABGM/CyoJn3OvGGU/s1600-h/xmas-+simplicity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417934391216871314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SzBen5Tal5I/AAAAAAAABGM/CyoJn3OvGGU/s320/xmas-+simplicity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cr: simplicity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SzBecPP4qiI/AAAAAAAABFs/Z1I3g2M1ebA/s1600-h/xmas-+letsrockandroll+mizanimation.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417934190949214754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SzBecPP4qiI/AAAAAAAABFs/Z1I3g2M1ebA/s320/xmas-+letsrockandroll+mizanimation.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cr: letsrockandroll-mizanimation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SzBedOcCX7I/AAAAAAAABGE/SRU02hl-z28/s1600-h/xmas+-rainbow+gummies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417934207911616434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SzBedOcCX7I/AAAAAAAABGE/SRU02hl-z28/s320/xmas+-rainbow+gummies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cr: rainbow-gummies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SzBeBiU-2-I/AAAAAAAABFc/9SZGcW9B4To/s1600-h/xmas-+daRk+siDe.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417933732214397922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SzBeBiU-2-I/AAAAAAAABFc/9SZGcW9B4To/s320/xmas-+daRk+siDe.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cr: daRk siDe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SzBeAaiPomI/AAAAAAAABFE/uZ0U_He22QA/s1600-h/xmas+-+fruity+society.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417933712942670434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SzBeAaiPomI/AAAAAAAABFE/uZ0U_He22QA/s320/xmas+-+fruity+society.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cr: fruity-society&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SzBeAGfErFI/AAAAAAAABE8/BzT8pWuwecs/s1600-h/xmas+-+elyz.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417933707560660050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SzBeAGfErFI/AAAAAAAABE8/BzT8pWuwecs/s320/xmas+-+elyz.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cr: ELYZ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SzBeb9zfNcI/AAAAAAAABFk/Zvdo9I2bvjc/s1600-h/xmas+-hyunnie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417934186266703298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SzBeb9zfNcI/AAAAAAAABFk/Zvdo9I2bvjc/s320/xmas+-hyunnie.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cr: Hyunnie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SzBeAgkCgEI/AAAAAAAABFM/CxJGX5qkxh8/s1600-h/xmas+-+lonesomesprint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417933714560811074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SzBeAgkCgEI/AAAAAAAABFM/CxJGX5qkxh8/s320/xmas+-+lonesomesprint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cr: Lonesomesprint&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SzBeA9BaAnI/AAAAAAAABFU/sFmloSqnDrU/s1600-h/xmas+-+melting+gelato.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417933722200179314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SzBeA9BaAnI/AAAAAAAABFU/sFmloSqnDrU/s320/xmas+-+melting+gelato.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cr: Melting Gelato&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SzMfzRHI5ZI/AAAAAAAABG4/yEVD4QVlCRI/s1600-h/xmas+-+dbskcafe.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SzMfzRHI5ZI/AAAAAAAABG4/yEVD4QVlCRI/s320/xmas+-+dbskcafe.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418709742283974034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cr: DBSKcafe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SzMq9OWX7pI/AAAAAAAABHA/7SEtQcUPRjE/s1600-h/xmas-+silvervictory.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SzXVlLewrOI/AAAAAAAABHQ/LfDiIwatAZ8/s320/xmas+-+ideas2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419472561323945186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cr: i-DEAS (version 2)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SzXVl-VrFjI/AAAAAAAABHg/tpAaOh76AZY/s1600-h/xmas+-+phebs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SzXVl-VrFjI/AAAAAAAABHg/tpAaOh76AZY/s320/xmas+-+phebs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419472574976038450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cr: Phebs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(click on image to view full size)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, thanks for all the awesome gifts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-1647225003186110771?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/1647225003186110771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=1647225003186110771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/1647225003186110771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/1647225003186110771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2009/12/gifts.html' title='Gifts'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SzD0RpEWymI/AAAAAAAABGo/R5Z3eOi0CBI/s72-c/xmas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-1392757628492606386</id><published>2009-12-16T18:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T18:52:29.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misunderstanding</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img89.imageshack.us/img89/570/dpbanner2.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 7: Misunderstanding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggested song/music: Down - JJ Lin&lt;br /&gt;(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZzxcCEpCxu0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s go for a picnic! The weather today is just perfect!” Xuan Na jumped around her stepbrother in an excited manner. You Tian chuckled and nodded his head since there wasn’t much to do for the day anyway. Ecstatic, Xuan Na swiftly started preparing some sandwiches to bring along with them. Although her hands were busy preparing, her eyes stole glances at You Tian’s back view whenever it was possible. &lt;I&gt;Once you love somebody, that bond can never be broken. No matter what happens, you’ll always have a place for them in your heart. No matter what happens, you’ll never forget them. Some people search their whole lives for love. I will do everything in my power to never let go of what I own right now.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking the wheel of the car they just rented, Chang Min took the job of being chauffeur for a day whilst his fiancée, his sister, and his fiancée’s personal attendant chatted excitedly and pointed at the place which was new to them. “How is it possible to live in this village?” Chang Min watched his sister poke her head out of the car’s window as she exclaimed yet again.&lt;br /&gt;“Get your head back into the car, Min Zhi. Are you sure you’ve really toured most of Earth? You’re acting as if this is the first time you took a step out of your house to see the world.” Chang Min shook his head in disapproval. “I shouldn’t have agreed to let you tag along.”&lt;br /&gt;Min Zhi pursed her lips and quickly turned to her sister-in-law-to-be for assistance. Yu Bin shook her head gently and shrugged to show that it was not within her control. Min Zhi wailed as she realised that there is no one who will help her defeat her almighty brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xuan Na stopped in her tracks as her sight followed the car which drove by them. It was odd, for the only car she ever sees around the place is the car that Jin Jun Xiu always travels around in. The group of people in the car were English-speaking and made quite a din as compared to the peacefulness in the village. “They look Chinese to me. Why are they speaking English? And they are actually driving!” Xuan Na exclaimed as she continued to walk.&lt;br /&gt;“Perhaps they went to study aboard. They must be rich if they can study elsewhere, so the money to buy a car is just peanuts to them.” You Tian analyzed logically. Xuan Na remained frowning. She dislikes people who flaunt how well-to-do they are, especially in a rural village located in China. ‘Does heritage mean nothing to them? Why are they speaking English when they are Chinese?‘ Xuan Na rolled her eyes. ‘They are just like Jin Jun Xiu, show-off.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tossing and turning in his bed, Jun Xiu perspired profusely as he had another visit to his past memories. Chest heaving up and down as he panted heavily, he jolt awake to embrace reality once again. The sun was beating down on him mercilessly, informing him that it is near noon. He groaned as he struggled out of bed and into the washroom. It has been long since he last slept in. Jun Xiu’s body ached terribly and his head weighed down on him. Gripping tightly onto the side of the basin for support, Jun Xiu shook his head repeatedly to clear his mind. Just then, Zai Zhong entered after delivering a dozen quick knocks. “Young Master, Young Mistress Jin is here…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun Xiu couldn’t believe his eyes as he walked into the living room which was nearly always empty and cold. There was a bunch of people sitting in the living room, and most importantly, there was actually laughter in the place. Min Zhi pranced around as she showed off the flamenco dance she learnt whilst on her trip. Awed, Jun Xiu stood rooted to the round as he watched her. She seem to be so carefree - unlike him. Zai Zhong who has been standing behind Jun Xiu the whole time cleared his throat to get the merrymakers’ attention. Yu Bin spun around immediately and her gaze met Jun Xiu’s. It was full of surprise and grudge. Yu Bin rose to her feet unconsciously and made tiny steps towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why are you here?” Jun Xiu found himself asking in a hostile manner. Of course, he was elated to see her. Who wouldn’t be when they haven’t seen a childhood playmate in a long time? But she abandoned him. She left him when he needed someone by his side. She walked out on him despite his cries and pleas. “Why are you here now? Why did you come back?” Jun Xiu inched up on her with anger evident in his eyes. She was the only person keeping him ‘alive’ when nobody else bothered about him. She was all he had at that point of time. She ditched him. Bitterness brewed within Jun Xiu as he recalled the scene. Shaking with fury, Jun Xiu pointed to the exit. “Get out.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Isn’t the weather great? The wind is so refreshing!” Xuan Na shouted as she ran across the bridge. They were a distance from the heart of the village, and near to Jin Jun Xiu’s mansion - even though they did not know about this. The bridge overlooked the vast sea and if one stares really hard, they might be able to see the tall palm trees on the opposite land. You Tian smiled and placed the basket down. He got to work spreading the mat on the wooden planks so Xuan Na could sit down without dirtying her clothes after she’s tired from running and jumping. Since they seldom had the opportunity to be so far away from the eyes of the villagers, Xuan Na made up her mind to for this date to be memorable. Frankly speaking, she would rather go on a date openly with You Tian. However, she has yet to confess to him and she knew that it would not be no mean feat convincing everyone of their relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For someone who was just enjoying the breeze earlier, it was fast that Xuan Na started grumbling how the wind is messing up her long locks of hair. Brushing it out of her face, she had a frown on. As if he had expected and prepared for it, You Tian took out a ribbon from his pocket and started tying her hair into a ponytail. Gathering all loose strands tenderly, You Tian was leaning close to Xuan Na - too close for someone who might lose control of her emotions anytime. Just as he was done fixing the ribbon, Xuan Na turned around and kissed him, not just a peck on the cheek, but a kiss on the lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A/N&lt;br /&gt;i'm really sorry for the long wait.&lt;br /&gt;i knew i've been away for a long time, but two injured fingers plus writers block makes it really difficult to produce anything decent. i did not have time to proofread this chapter, so please pardon me for mistakes here and there.&lt;br /&gt;and for Hyunnie who seems really disappointed with me because i havent been updating, here is an update. i was rushing through this thing so i can post it up.&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT UPDATE&lt;br /&gt;Date: 27 December 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple time conversion table:&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Time 17:00&lt;br /&gt;Seoul Time 18:00&lt;br /&gt;Chicago Time 03:00&lt;br /&gt;Paris Time 10:00&lt;br /&gt;Seattle Time 01:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-1392757628492606386?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/1392757628492606386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=1392757628492606386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/1392757628492606386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/1392757628492606386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2009/12/misunderstanding_16.html' title='Misunderstanding'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-6757102869340536094</id><published>2009-12-12T18:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T22:41:35.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forewords</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Forewords&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a bad woman.&lt;br /&gt;This is all you have to remember.&lt;br /&gt;Mark my words.&lt;br /&gt;Never, ever fall for me.&lt;br /&gt;And that’s because I’m a bad woman…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring:&lt;br /&gt;Jung Yunho&lt;br /&gt;Yoo Sohee (OC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Co starring:&lt;br /&gt;Kim Jaejoong&lt;br /&gt;Park Yoochun&lt;br /&gt;Kim Junsu&lt;br /&gt;Shim Changmin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donning designer outfits and wearing her hair in a bold bob of uneven lengths, Yoo Sohee scanned the place in an aloft manner. Hiding her beautifully oval-shaped face behind a pair of huge shades, she took steady steps out of the airport while pulling her luggage behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking out of her window from her hotel room, Sohee admired the nightlife of Seoul. Just then, the shrill ringing of her mobile phone pierced through the quiet atmosphere in her room. A satisfied smile played on her lips as she ordered the person on the other end of the line to execute her plan. She hung up after reminding him to leave no flaws and promising a lump reward. Putting away her luggage, she went to take a relaxing bath for the excitement up ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragging the unconscious ex-idol group member onto his car, the man smirked at the thought of the money he will be receiving after completing his job. Eyeing him as he stopped the van at a red light, the man leaned over to study his features. “Such a small face… manly contours… no wonder the woman wanted you. She must have been a Cassiopeian. I wonder what would the other fans of the renowned group DBSK say if they hear of this…” the man shook his head as he continued to drive towards the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handing the man a thick envelope as promised, Sohee flashed a warning glare. “Make sure your lips are zipped about what happened tonight.” the man nodded briefly and left counting his money happily. Closing the door behind her, Sohee glanced at the half naked man lying on her bed. She took soft steps towards the bed in fear of waking the man up. Settling down in bed beside him, Sohee studied his sleeping face. “Jung Yunho-sshi, you’re mine.” she leaned over and pecked him on the lips lightly before entering slumber land herself…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolting awake, Yunho found himself in an unfamiliar room, wearing nothing but his boxers. Feeling something - or someone, to be exact - stirring beside him, he gasped and jumped out of bed. Scanning the place quickly, he could make an easy guess about what happened. Yet he had no recollection of it. The woman rubbed her eyes before looking up at him and smiled. “Good morning, Yunho. Did you sleep well last night?” her voice was gentle and her smile angelic. Yunho shook his head hardly to shake the image out of his memory system. “That’s not right. I can’t possibly have done anything with you. I have Jaejoong!” Yunho spoke his mind immediately. The woman traded her smile of an angel with a smirk. Getting out of bed, she boldly hugged him and placed a kiss on his cheek. “My name is Yoo Sohee. You will have to be responsible towards me, Yunho.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-6757102869340536094?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/6757102869340536094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=6757102869340536094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/6757102869340536094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/6757102869340536094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2009/12/forewords.html' title='Forewords'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-7493308829838974266</id><published>2009-11-29T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T17:00:03.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousin</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img89.imageshack.us/img89/570/dpbanner2.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 6: Cousin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggested song/music: Okaeri (Absolute Boyfriend OST) - Ayaka&lt;br /&gt;(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EfxdMXoy5WU)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulling the zip of her luggage close, a satisfied smile hung on Jin Yu bin’s lips. Her fiancé sat cross-legged on the couch sited at the far end of her spacious bedroom, focused on his medical books. Sitting down beside the luggage on her canopy bed, she observed how his eyebrows would knit together and then relax, then knit together again as he flipped through the thick book on his laps. Allowing herself to drop backwards onto the soft bed, Yu Bin spread her arms apart as she thought about how grateful she is for having her fiancé by her side.&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;I&gt;I’m so lucky to have met you, Chang Min. If not for you, perhaps I’d still be the rebellious me. You’re the best thing that happened to me after I left China.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yu Bin, look at this.” Jun Xiu grinned as he pointed to the empty space between his two rows of teeth. “I dropped a tooth! Zai Zhong says the tooth fairy will visit me if I put this below my pillow tonight. Let’s stay up together and wait for the fairy to appear!” Yu Bin nodded her head enthusiastically at her cousin’s suggestion. They were of the same age, and they always spent their holidays together. Shifting so that Jun Xiu can sit beside her on the swing, Yu Bin then proceeded to tell him the funny events that happened yesterday in kindergarten…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yu Bin, let’s play ball!” Jun Xiu squealed happily as he threw his newly-brought softball towards her. Catching it neatly, Yu Bin threw it back at him. Zai Zhong clapped and cheered as the two engaged in their games. Watching the kids play in the lawn from the study, the parents nodded their head in satisfaction at how well their kids are getting along. After all, the responsibilities of the family business will fall upon them when they are of age. They must be able to live harmoniously and strengthen the Jin empire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yu Bin, what’s wrong with you? Why aren’t you talking to me? Yu Bin…” Jun Xiu’s eyes brimmed with tears that are threatening to spill any minute. He tugged at her dress, poked her arms, and even tried the dolphin screech which always made her laugh, but all came to naught as she remained stone-faced. “Go away, loser. I don’t want to be friends with you anymore. Stop talking to me. Do you know you’re really irritating?” Yu Bin rolled her eyes before strutting away. Jun Xiu broke down into tears which blurred his vision of her retreating back view. Zai Zhong hugged him tightly and tried to soothe his young master by humming a song. Too late. Jun Xiu’s tender heart had been shattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After completing his basic studies, Jun Xiu was sent to a rural village where Zai Zhong would look after his daily needs and send and fetch him from school in the city. He was only eight years old at that time, and Zai Zhong was merely fifteen. His parents had enough of the strange illness that followed Jun Xiu and fed on his soul. He was their son, but there is a limit to one’s level of acceptance. Jun Xiu has stretched their limits too far. Soon after, they migrated to the U.S to join Yu Bin’s family who has already been living there for many years. Jun Xiu never saw much of his family again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jun Xiu, I’m sorry…” Yu Bin mumbled as she tossed and turned in her bed. “Sorry…” Yu Bin flipped and knocked against her luggage which was still on her head. She let out a cry of pain and jolt awake. Rushing to her side, Chang Min looked at her concernedly. “Are you alright?” Chang Min inspected her arms and legs tenderly. Yu Bin smiled as she was reminded once again of her good fortune. Her smile soon fade as she recalled the dream on her childhood. She was in her rebellious period at that time, and that was the reason why she treated Jun Xiu that way. In fact, she was unkind to everyone around her. This situation dragged on until she grew up into a fair maiden, until she met Chang Min who changed her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Does Jun Xiu still remember me? Will he be surprised when I show up in China for his birthday this year?&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaking his head, Zai Zhong gently pulled the photo album out from under Jun Xiu. Tucking him carefully into the warmth of the blanket, Zai Zhong settled himself on the wooden planks which formed a platform in Jun Xiu’s room. Leaning himself against a beanbag, he propped the photo album on his knees. Memories of their childhood came flashing back as he flipped through the album. Young master used to have someone apart from him. Young mistress Yu Bin has always been like a close friend to young master. Although her family lived in the U.S, she always made it a point to visit whenever it was holidays. And especially since she was the same age as young master, they clicked instantly. Zai Zhong sighed as the unhappy scenes committed to his memory returned. If only young mistress Yu Bin did not leave, perhaps Jun Xiu wouldn’t be like this now. There might’ve be hope for him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing her fiancé off, Yu Bin went to the kitchen in search of her personal attendant. “Wen Xuan, where are you?” Yu Bin called out as she stepped into the humongous kitchen where the cleaners were busy scrubbing the greasy place after a day’s work. One of the cleaner’s bowed in respect before pointing to a door. You Bin shook her head and smiled as she realised her attendant must be helping the cleaners in taking out the trash. She was the gardener’s daughter and has been helping out in the garden ever since young. A few months ago, Yu Bin spotted her tending to a injured kitten which has wandered into the mansion. Her patience and warmth towards an animal touched Yu Bin. She took a liking for this hardworking and kindhearted girl, and eventually hired her to be her personal attendant. Yet most of the time, Wen Xuan was nowhere to be seen as she is always busy helping others with their work. Just as Yu Bin started walking towards the door, it opened to reveal a grimy looking girl who grinned brightly when she saw her. “Young mistress!” Wen Xuan ran over and greeted her cheerily. Ignoring the difference in their status, Yu Bin took the initiative to hold her hand and took her upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;I won’t make the same mistake again. I will cherish those around me, who truly cares for me.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A/N&lt;br /&gt;if anyone caught the hint i dropped in the last A/N, you would know that i'm introducing new characters in this chapter~&lt;br /&gt;meet Jin Yu Bin (played by Wonder Girl's Kim Yoobin), Shen Chang Min (played by DBSK's Shim Changmin) and Zhuo Wen Xuan (by Genie Zhuo Wen Xuan)!&lt;br /&gt;this chapter also gave an insight on their childhood. doesnt Yoobin seem like a girl with many thoughts too?&lt;br /&gt;do drop me some lovely comments ok!:D&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEXT UPDATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date&lt;/strong&gt;: 9 DECEMBER 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple &lt;strong&gt;time&lt;/strong&gt; conversion table:&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Time 17:00&lt;br /&gt;Seoul Time 18:00&lt;br /&gt;Chicago Time 03:00&lt;br /&gt;Paris Time 10:00&lt;br /&gt;Seattle Time 01:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-7493308829838974266?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/7493308829838974266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=7493308829838974266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/7493308829838974266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/7493308829838974266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2009/11/cousin.html' title='Cousin'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-2117428322042496745</id><published>2009-11-19T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T18:03:00.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain from Within</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img89.imageshack.us/img89/570/dpbanner2.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 5: Pain from Within&lt;br /&gt;Suggested song/music: Glass - Kim John Hoon&lt;br /&gt;(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hH9o2FkWtXM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the performance was over, all the villagers crowded around the central square to just dance and have fun mingling with each other. However, Jun Xiu had to leave behind the funfair to return to his mansion - the cold and empty palace which he was caged in. He got onto the car quickly with Zai Zhong’s assistance, turning back to steal glances at the village before he was chauffeured back to his mansion which was situated far from the core of the village. Throughout the ride, Jun Xiu had his eyes shut tightly, trying to replay the scene of Xuan Na and the puppet show in his mind. A tiny smile tugged at the corners of his lips. She is probably the only person on earth who is keeping him going. Keeping Jin Jun Xiu’s heart beating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as Zai Zhong settled Jun Xiu in his bed, he picked up the phone lying by his bedside and started spinning the numbers on the telephone. “Wait…” Jun Xiu croaked, reaching out a hand to stop Zai Zhong. “Don’t call the physician over… just get me my pills…” Jun Xiu’s eyes shone pleadingly. Zai Zhong sighed before replacing the receiver on the phone and pulling out the drawer to retrieve the Young Master’s pills. Jun Xiu turned his head towards the open drawer and felt something heavy weighing down his heart. He dislike pills, dislike being weak, dislike being what he is today. And yet he was a slave of his incurable sickness. He had no choice. Jun Xiu opened his mouth obediently as Zai Zhong popped a couple of different pills into his mouth before shutting the wide array of bottles into the drawer again. A lump formed in Jun Xiu’s throat and made swallowing difficult. It wasn’t because he couldn’t swallow the huge amount of medicine at one go. It was because he was trying to fight back his tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the other part of the world, definitely far from where their sick child is residing at, a couple is engaged in a fiery quarrel. They shouted at each other loudly, slammed the table occasionally, and calmed down again. The process then repeats itself like a cycle. This is something which never fails to happen at this time of each year. Their son’s birthday. It is not that they do not love him, but instead it is because they loved him too much, so much that it has slowly grew into hatred. They hated him for ruining their otherwise perfect life. They hated him for developing the strange disease. They hated him for the flaws in their life. Flaws, he was the only flaw. Jin Jun Xiu is the imperfection in their perfect life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why don’t we just send him a present this year? Why waste our efforts purchasing place tickets which cost a bomb only to fly over to see a sick child? We should just let him rest and recuperate. Perhaps he’s just lacking rest. If he rests enough, he will become healthy again,” Master Jin said. How ironic. Letting a sick child rest by himself? Shouldn’t any normal parent be worried sick and want to stay by their child to ensure his health is slowly picking up again?&lt;br /&gt;“No. It’s just once in a year anyway. We just have to return as per normal, throw him lavish party, and we can leave the next day. Have you forgotten what the physician said? He said Jun Xiu is too lonely.” Madam Jin retorted.&lt;br /&gt;And so, their quarrels came to no end as each held strongly onto their own viewpoints. Yet, who is the one who truly had Jun Xiu’s welfare at heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xuan Na giggled as You Tian did a funny dance. Traditional music played loudly, and the folks jumped and hopped about merrily. Her heart is slowly thumping faster as her stepbrother leaned closer towards her. She can even smell the faint scent of soap coming from him. The festival is crawling towards the end. And when would be the next time she can be this close to her stepbrother publicly? Next year’s festival? At times like this, she would always wish that she has the ability to sop time. If such a power is within her possession, she would stop time right at this moment, so that her happiness would never end. Call her selfish if you wish to, but isn’t loving someone a selfish thing to begin with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragging her tired body into the house, Xuan Na dropped onto bed immediately. “Get up and have a quick shower!” You Tian sang melodiously as he entered her room. Just as he had predicted, Xuan Na is attempting to go to bed without cleaning herself after being out the whole day. “Shower before you sleep, unless you want the stinky smell of perspiration to follow you.” You Tian pulled her up by her arms. Xuan Na groaned in protest, yet her feet obeyed You Tian’s command to enter the bathroom. What did you expect? Jin Xuan Na would never fail to listen to her beloved You Tian…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refreshed after her shower, Xuan Na walked back to her room with water droplets dripping from her hair. It was on purpose. She knew how You Tian would fuss about her catching the cold and dry her hair with a towel forcefully. She wanted it to happen. Because only then could she feel how You Tian is worried about her, how much he cares for her. And from it, she can daydream about growing old with him, having him dry her hair everyday after her bath. She knew it as wrong, yet she couldn’t stop her feelings from developing. Honestly speaking, she has tried. But it was a futile attempt. The one and only time she tried to distance herself from You Tian was when she ignored him for the whole week. However, when she saw how dejected You Tian was, asking the question “You don’t need me to take care of you anymore, am I right?”, her heart immediately softened and gave in to this game of love. Truth is, the both of them needed each other just as much. And ever since then, she could no longer bring herself to try to keep You Tian out of her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coughing furiously, Jun Xiu jolt awake from his sleep and dashed for the restroom connected to his room. Throwing up all of the porridge he has forced himself to consume during dinner, he felt frail and leaned against the wall for support. These days, he kept having the thought that he wouldn’t live for very long. Maybe he would not survive to see tomorrow’s sunrise. Or maybe on the contrary, he would live a long life and die free of regrets. Slowly shuffling his feet back towards his bed, Jun Xiu sat himself at the edge and reached his hand beneath the bed. Locating what he wanted, he pulled out the photo album and placed it on his lap after blowing off the thick layer of dust. It has been many years since he last touched this, so much so that he has nearly forgotten its existence. Will he be like the album someday? Will he cease to exist in everyone’s memories? The fear caused by uncertainty engulfed him once again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A/N&lt;br /&gt;i personally think its getting boring looking at just junsu, xuan na, yoochun and jaejoong all the time. have you guessed the hidden meaning behind my words yet? :D&lt;br /&gt;btw, i'm thinking of removing this 'one chapter per ten days' rule which i set while i went away. i might make it one update in two days etc. tell me what you think alright! ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEXT UPDATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date&lt;/strong&gt;: 29 NOVEMBER 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple &lt;strong&gt;time&lt;/strong&gt; conversion table:&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Time 17:00&lt;br /&gt;Seoul Time 18:00&lt;br /&gt;Chicago Time 03:00&lt;br /&gt;Paris Time 10:00&lt;br /&gt;Seattle Time 01:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-2117428322042496745?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/2117428322042496745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=2117428322042496745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/2117428322042496745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/2117428322042496745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2009/11/pain-from-within.html' title='Pain from Within'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-2091245678307194659</id><published>2009-11-09T17:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T17:00:03.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img89.imageshack.us/img89/570/dpbanner2.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 4: Sad Festival&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggested song/music: Taxi - Tohoshinki&lt;br /&gt;(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nzXnCRRGoec)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd grew even bigger as the opening for the festival draw closer and closer. People swarm around the stage, cheering and clapping. Backstage, Xuan Na tugged at the hem of her costume nervously. She might not be looking forward to having to dance before the whole village - especially since she can’t even pull off some moves correctly yet - but she did want to present the best side of her to them. She wanted people to leave a deep impression of her. You Tian shook her by her shoulders while shouting a cheer for her. “C’mon, you know you can do it!” You Tian grinned. Xuan Na sighed and leaned backwards in her chair, lying comfortably against You Tian’s broad chest. Somehow, his scent made her feel safe, made her feel at ease. She could feel her heart bursting with contentment within her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Young master, just go in and wish her good luck. You can thank her for agreeing to perform during your birthday celebration too. Just do it casually and hand her the sunflowers you got for her.” Zai Zhong nudged Jun Xiu who stood as still as a statue. Jun Xiu’s fingers tightened around the stalks of sunflower in his hand, uncertain of whether he should go into the backstage. Just then, You Tian walked out and spotted him. “Are you Xuan Na’s friend? She’s having the jitters inside. Maybe you can help to calm her down. Well, see you around!” You Tian gave him a friendly pat before walking off. Jun Xiu took a quick glance at the bouquet of sunflowers again and took a deep breath before knocking on the door…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushing open the door lightly, Jun Xiu saw Xuan Na in her dazzling white dress. The embroidered beads shone under the light, giving her an elegant glow. “H-hey. I’m Jin Jun Xiu. Thank you for agreeing to perform during my birthday party, and uhm… this is for you. Good luck for your dance later.” Jun Xiu handed her the sunflowers. There was an unmistakable glint of delight in her eyes which lasted for a mere second before darkness took over her black orbs once again, this time shadowed by cautiousness. ‘This rich brat, he’s probably up to no good.’ Xuan Na quickly dropped the bouquet onto a nearby chair and turned her back to face him. “I appreciate it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need some privacy.” her words seemed to direct daggers right into his heart. He didn’t need any further hinting. He walked out of the place as quickly as his legs could take him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collapsed in a secluded corner away from curious onlookers, Jun Xiu gasped for air as he felt his chest tightening and loosening. Tightening and loosening, tightening and loosening. This went on for briefly five minutes before he finally managed to soothe his breathing. Xuan Na’s hostility frightened him. It was the same feeling as many years ago, when everyone started to ostracize him. The thought caused him to break out in cold sweats. It was like as if he had returned into the past. He could see their mocking faces and he lay helplessly on the ground. He could feel the kick delivered at his stomach. He could even hear the sound of his blood gushing quickly in his veins and arteries. A sudden white flash blinded him, and Jun Xiu fell onto the ground unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Young master! Jun Xiu!” Zai Zhong patted the sides of Jun Xiu’s face lightly, attempting to bring the young master back to his senses. Jun Xiu starting coughing furiously as he jolt awake. “Her performance… is it over yet?” Jun Xiu asked in-between his coughs. Zai Zhong shook his head. “Not yet, but soon.” as soon as he ended his sentence, Jun Xiu forced himself up and swaggered forward. He has to be there. He will be there to watch, even if he is standing furthest from the stage. He can’t miss her performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still pale from his relapse, Jun Xiu struggled to stand still. His legs keep giving way beneath him, and he had to lean against Zai Zhong for support. These actions in Xuan Na’s eyes however, came out negative. ’Will it hurt him to stand on his own? His servant even needs to be there to support him in just a simple action like standing. Rich kids are just different.’ Xuan Na rolled her eyes and focused her attention onto her stepbrother who stood in the middle of the first row of audience. Grinning widely, she relaxed her limbs as she allowed herself to fall into the rhythm of the music. Pointing her toes, she pranced across the stage just as she has been doing for the past few days. Landing neatly on the other side, she reached out a hand and bent forward slightly. Every move she made embedded itself into Jun Xiu’s mind. Every glance she made at someone apart from him made his heart ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun Xiu could barely hold out any further as Xuan Na’s opening dance drew close to an end. Zai Zhong could tell that Jun Xiu needed to go home and rest, yet he couldn’t bear to ask that of the young master. He knew that even if it took his life, the young master would stay to watch Miss Jin’s first puppet performance. Sighing, Zai Zhong could only think of one way to help ease young master’s pain. He arranged for front row of audience to open up a pocket so that young master could sit down on a chair and still be able to see what is going on onstage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xuan Na huffed as she watched You Tian give up his position in the crowd so that the rich kid could sit down. She didn’t understand what made Jin Jun Xiu so different from all of them. Indeed he was rich, but does being rich allow him to act so obnoxiously? She was about to storm out and give him a piece of her mind when her father called her back. Handing her a puppet, he ordered everyone to hold a last practice. Their performance has been consistently up to mark, and this time it had to be no exception. There is only room for improvement, no less. Xuan Na fingered her puppet and the anger within her dissipated. This is how strong her love is for puppets. Puppets are her second life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Xuan Na graced the stage once more, she has changed out of her shimmering white dress and is clad in plain clothes similar to the other puppeteers. Led by You Tian, the group took a deep bow before proceeding to take their various positions. Just beside Jun Xiu stood Mr Jin, Xuan Na’s father. He nodded his head as the show carried on, seemingly pleased with the performance of the puppeteers. He is obviously feeling proud of the VPT. Jun Xiu smiled, happy that Xuan Na’s efforts have at least paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A/N&lt;br /&gt;did you feel anything when Junsu (jun xiu) collapsed? gosh, thats arguable the most difficult scene to type in this chapter. i had a hard time trying to get the pain across. so much so that i felt i was the one in pain, not junsu T.T&lt;br /&gt;comments are loved! :D&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEXT UPDATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date&lt;/strong&gt;: 19 NOVEMBER 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple &lt;strong&gt;time&lt;/strong&gt; conversion table:&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Time 17:00&lt;br /&gt;Seoul Time 18:00&lt;br /&gt;Chicago Time 03:00&lt;br /&gt;Paris Time 10:00&lt;br /&gt;Seattle Time 01:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-2091245678307194659?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/2091245678307194659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=2091245678307194659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/2091245678307194659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/2091245678307194659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2009/11/sad-festival.html' title='Sad Festival'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-5044229833493536298</id><published>2009-10-30T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T17:00:09.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strong Distaste</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img89.imageshack.us/img89/570/dpbanner2.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 3: Strong Distaste&lt;br /&gt;Suggested song/music: Gazing - Korean Version&lt;br /&gt;(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zfZ8otEo-XE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepping into VPT, Zai Zhong felt the strong sense of a homely ambience gushing to him. Something which has been absent in the mansion where Jun Xiu lives - the gigantic bird cage whereby he is trapped for life. Greeted by an amiable lady in her mid forties, he was led to a hall where he recognised the man waiting for him to be Mr Jin, father of Jun Xiu’s crush. Stretching the corner of his lips into a tiny smile, Mr Jin seemed wary of Zai Zhong. Albeit feeling slightly offended, Zai Zhong politely returned the gesture with a warm smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t want to dance anymore!” Xuan Na is nearing her limits as she fell onto the ground. Her head is dizzy from all the spinning she has done and her legs are sore from the twirls and leaps. The dance instructor towered over her with a grim face. Instantly, Xuan Na climbed off the floor and plastered an enthusiastic look on her face. “Please continue!” as soon as the dance instructor had her back turned towards her, Xuan Na’s face drooped into an irritated face as she stuck her tongue out at the instructor. What she didn’t realise was that the dance instructor had captured her reflection in the mirrors, and spun around sharply to glare at Xuan Na in warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprawled on his bed, Jun Xiu bore into the eyes of his stuffed dolphin. He could see his reflection in its glassy, beady eyes. His lonely reflection. A reflection of his dull life. He pushed the toy off his bed with a wave of his hand. It was a birthday present for his twelfth birthday, his first year away from home. Suddenly, he felt the air surrounding him growing scarce. Gasping for air, his hand tightened around the material of his shirt. Fear was clearly written across his eyes. He fears death. He fears dying a lonely death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking in huge mouthfuls of air, Jun Xiu attempted to pacify his shortage of oxygen. Slowly, the tightness around his chest lifted and he regained his rhythmic breathing. Tears swam in his eyes, yet he held them in. He was suppressing his emotions, and he knew it was bad for his condition. But he just couldn’t release it. Reaching his shaking hand towards the toy which was lying on the floor, he inched himself forward bit by bit off the bed. With a suddenly loud ‘thud’, he fell onto the floor, and his held tightly in his embrace was the dolphin…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Massaging his temples, Zai Zhong got into the car. It has been quite a difficult job trying to convince Mr Jin to perform for the young master’s birthday party, but his eloquent talking did the trick. Now what’s left is just to talk the old master and madam into agreeing with the plans. Just as he was about to pull the vehicle onto the road, he spotted Xuan Na from his rearview mirror. She seemed out of sorts and worn out. Debating with himself on whether to make use of this chance, he called out for her just as she walked past the car. “Miss! Would you mind sparing me a minute?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checking the guy from head to toe, Xuan Na confirmed that the man was not an acquaintance. She immediately raised her guards and took a few steps back. Glancing at the car he droved, she recognised it as the car which drives pass the VPT daily. Recalling how the car would drive pass their place without fail for six years straight, she huffed. Ever since the first time she saw the car, she has been upset. Perhaps one would think she’s being a busybody, but that’s just the way she is. She dislikes people who flaunts their wealth unnecessarily. She dislikes people who are incapable of relying upon himself, always having to depend on others. And in her eyes, the young master whom this man is serving is in that category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Miss Jin, I’m wondering if I can make a request with you.” Zai Zhong started.&lt;br /&gt;“What request? If you’re talking about a performance, I’m sorry, but you’ll have to talk to my father. If there’s nothing else-”&lt;br /&gt;“I’ve already talked to your father about the performance. However, I just realised that there’s something I’ve missed out. You’ll have to be the main puppeteer that day. Well, I hope you have a good day ahead, Miss Jin!” having achieved his aim by cutting into her sentence and taking her by surprise, Zai Zhong felt a smirk growing on him. Before she could reply, he hopped onto the car and sped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as he arrived at the mansion, Zai Zhong almost had the fright of his life. Lying unconscious on the porch was Jun Xiu, and a few feet beside him laid his dolphin toy. “Young master! Jun Xiu!” gathering the limp young master, Zai Zhong ran into the house and placed him gently on the couch before dialing for the physician. “Young Master Jin has fainted. Please come over A.S.A.P!” after hanging up, Zai Zhong went back to the porch to retrieve the forgotten toy. Looking intently at the dolphin, Zai Zhong felt wretched. Watching the young master which he has guarded over ever since he was a kid, growing up with him, he knew how lonely and at lost the young master must have felt earlier on. And yet as his personal attendant, he wasn’t at the young master’s side when he needed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Pa, why do we have to perform for that Jin Jun Xiu person? I don’t like him.” Xuan Na exclaimed bluntly when her father told her to accept the arrangement of being the main puppeteer for the show. Although Xuan Na had wanted the chance badly, she still felt that she was going against her beliefs by performing for the rich brat. “All he does is being chauffeured around. We hardly see him in the village too. Although he lives in this village, it really feels like he’s living in another different world from us! His place is so far from the heart of the village, he doesn’t even mingle with us. I bet he treats himself as a high and mighty royalty.” Xuan Na went on blabbering when she noticed no evident reaction from her father. Still, her father’s face remained solemn as he polished his shoes. Xuan Na stamped her feet against the wooden flooring of the house and made her way outside angrily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A/N&lt;br /&gt;i'm wondering if there's any readers who are anti xuan na now...&lt;br /&gt;please dont be ok! you'll get to learn more about her character in time to come ~&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEXT UPDATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date&lt;/strong&gt;: 9 November 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple &lt;strong&gt;time&lt;/strong&gt; conversion table:&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Time 17:00&lt;br /&gt;Seoul Time 18:00&lt;br /&gt;Chicago Time 03:00&lt;br /&gt;Paris Time 10:00&lt;br /&gt;Seattle Time 01:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-5044229833493536298?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/5044229833493536298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=5044229833493536298' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/5044229833493536298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/5044229833493536298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2009/10/strong-distaste.html' title='Strong Distaste'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-2024927608350300111</id><published>2009-10-20T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:00:00.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A  Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img89.imageshack.us/img89/570/dpbanner2.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 2: A  Dance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggested song/music: Parrot (live) - Kim Jeong Hoon&lt;br /&gt;(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=48Xz4QfRLQw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting alone while the his classmates indulge themselves in a game of soccer, Jun Xiu shut his eyes tightly, closing out the world, just like how he had closed off his heart from the world. When he was eight years old, for the first time in his life, he felt fear. He had just been transferred to a prestigious school which his parents labeled as ‘branded’, and nobody wanted to be near the transfer student. During sports class, they ostracized him, and trampled upon his young and tender heart. Every aim they made was at him. Every kick delivered was full of force. Every hit at him tore his heart away bit by bit. His parents didn’t understand when he told them. They told him to grow up and start acting like a man. He learnt. To protect himself, he must distance himself from all others, even if it meant loneliness and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xuan Na heaved the basket off the ground with all her might. The basket contained the props required for their annual village event, the village performance. Her heart lurched at the thought of it. She has always been looking forward to turning twenty. Pa promised to let her join him onstage for the village performance once she turned twenty. Having just reached her dream age a couple of months ago, she has been looking forward to the day of the performance. She paid utmost attention when she was practicing, perfectly her little errors here and there. Now, she dare say she was the best puppeteer in the entire troupe, even surpassing You Tian who had picked up the skill before her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s just another one week before the performance. Xuan Na, are you prepared fully?” the aged man turned to his daughter questioningly. Xuan Na nodded her head, unable to reply since her mouth is full with rice. You Tian chuckled and reached out a hand to pinch her cheeks. Xuan Na swallowed her rice in a gulp and yelped in pain. “Don’t pinch me!” rubbing her cheek, she scowled at her stepbrother who replied with another round of chuckling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xuan Na’s high spirits were slightly dampened when her father told her about his plans to let her dance on stage as the opening for the performance. She couldn’t dance. The only thing she was good at and is interested in is being a puppeteer. “You’re twenty this year. It’s time you got married and settle down with kids. I want to carry my grandchildren before I drop dead. If you dance in front of the entire village, it will increase the chances of having my wish answered.” Xuan Na frowned slightly at her father’s explanation. She had no wish to marry any other guy. She wanted to stay with You Tian forever. However, she could not defy her father’s orders. Although unwilling, she gave her consent. Clapping his hands, he rushed her to the village’s dance school to get her prepared for her little solo stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the car drove pass the VPT, Jun Xiu found himself wondering about Xuan Na’s whereabouts. She wasn’t at her usual spot, practicing with her puppets. He stretched his neck to its fullest, wanting to look into the house when Zai Zhong’s question brought him back to earth. “Are you looking for someone?” he teased with a smile hanging on his lips. How could he not know that his young master have been admiring the youngest daughter of the Jin family since the first time he saw her? They had just moved to the village at that time under the order of Jun Xiu’s parents. Just in time for the annual performance held in the village. At that time, Miss Jin was only a teenager, and she was seen backstage helping out with the props. Her serious work attitude was the irresistible charm which worked its way into Jun Xiu’s locked heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You can only do something simple since we don’t have many days left. I’ll teach you a easy dance, then we’ll decide on the costume you can wear.” the dance teacher. A hand rubbing her nape, Xuan Na shrugged. It didn’t matter what she would wear and perform. She didn’t want to attract any unwanted attention. ‘It’s best I got something ugly to wear… I don’t want to get married.’ Xuan Na was led to one of the many rooms. The dance school might be in a village, but it was well-structured with many spacious rooms to hold its students. Even people from the city would flock here just for dance lessons. Xuan Na had heard of its wonders, but never really stepped into the place before. This new place attracted her attention almost immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing the tedious warm up exercises, Xuan Na regretted having agreed to this. The dance instructor strictly corrected every bend, every hand raise. Xuan Na felt her limbs growing numb from staying in the same position for too long. Hand loosing its grip on the bar, Xuan Na fell hard onto the floor. “Ouch!” she winced, rubbing her sore limbs. Almost immediately, a pair of strong muscled arms wrapped themselves around her waist, bringing her back onto her feet. The familiar scent - no doubt it was You Tian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Placing his bag gently on the table, Jun Xiu sat down to remove his school shoes. He has been toying with this idea for many years. He wanted something different for this year’s birthday party. Although they sent him to this rural settlement, his parents has always made it a point to get Zai Zhong to organize a birthday party for him. Every year at that time, he would finally get to see his parents. People say absence makes the heart grow fonder. However much he hated his parents for abandoning him, he would always look forward to his birthday party. And this year, he wanted something special for once…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Zai Zhong, do you think it is possible to arrange for a puppet show for my birthday party?” Jun Xiu brought up the matter as casually as possible. Zai Zhong raised an eyebrow, pretending that he didn’t understand Jun Xiu’s intentions. Jun Xiu lowered his head, biting on his lower lip nervously. “I want to see a puppet show.” Zai Zhong nodded his head with a smile playing on his lips. He knew too well that the young master didn’t want to see a puppet show. The young master had wanted to see Miss Jin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A/N&lt;br /&gt;sharp eyed readers will be able to catch that this fic is angsty ever since the beginning :D&lt;br /&gt;i've tried my best to protray the emotions, even though i do not know if you readers can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;can you feel it? drop my a comment and tell me about it :D&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEXT UPDATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date&lt;/strong&gt;: 30 OCTOBER 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple &lt;strong&gt;time&lt;/strong&gt; conversion table:&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Time 17:00&lt;br /&gt;Seoul Time 18:00&lt;br /&gt;Chicago Time 03:00&lt;br /&gt;Paris Time 10:00&lt;br /&gt;Seattle Time 01:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-2024927608350300111?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/2024927608350300111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=2024927608350300111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/2024927608350300111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/2024927608350300111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2009/10/dance.html' title='A  Dance'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-9218970660062421086</id><published>2009-10-10T17:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T17:00:02.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unfortunate Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img89.imageshack.us/img89/570/dpbanner2.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1: The Unfortunate Beginning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggested song/music: Why did I Fall in Love with You?&lt;br /&gt;(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rpwzBdKiWpU)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Young master, you’ve been coughing nonstop. Are you sure you don’t want to see the physician?” Jun Xiu shook his head and smiled at his personal attendant. What he bore was an incurable and extremely weird disease which might seem absurd. He seems perfectly fine and fit like any other, but the disease is slowly eating him on the insides. A disease caused by one’s loneliness and sadness. The incurable disease that no one except for himself and his attendant knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Xuan Na! Xuan Na, come over quickly!” a aged man carrying a basket of puppets called out for his daughter which was the youngest and most talented puppeteer in the Village Puppet Troupe, for short just VPT. The girl named Xuan Na rushed out with her stepbrother, You Tian, behind her. The fourteen year old quickly helped her father to set up the necessary props for their practice as the other puppeteers filed into their home which also served as a school for puppeteers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through practice, Xuan Na plopped down on the ground and started to fan herself with a book. “It’s so warm today… Pa, can’t we practice in the house? The sun is glaring at us!” other puppeteers started to follow in Xuan Na’s protest for shade.&lt;br /&gt;“Xuan Na, take this as a training, an obstacle you have to overcome. The best puppeteer gives the best performance regardless of where he is. Bear this in mind, my dear.” her father had a warm and amiable look on him. Xuan Na nodded, understanding her father’s words. Turning her view towards the main road, she saw a posh car driving past them. ‘Must be one of the rich kids living up the street. I wonder why they can’t get on their royal feet to cycle to school. The car’s too much for everyday traveling, isn’t it?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Young master! You’re going to be late for school!” the attendant shouted for Jun Xiu to come down quickly. “You’re already twenty one, and yet you’re still like a fifteen year old.” Jun Xiu chuckled at his comment and sat down to tie his shoelaces. That’s just how Zai Zhong is, sarcastic and yet cares for him deep down inside. “Don’t just stand around, I’m going to be late!” Jun Xiu waved a hand before his attendant and made his way towards the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Zai Zhong drove him along the road, Jun Xiu looked out of the window expectantly. A satisfied smile hung upon his lips when his sight landed on the girl who was practicing with her puppet. He knew little about her. All he knew was that she is the youngest puppeteer in the troupe, and that she is a year younger than him. His sight never left her as the car drove past. It was a daily routine thing. Everyday, he would pass the VPT. And everyday, he would crane his neck for her. Everyday without fail for six years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Xuan Na, come help me with these new puppets!” You Tian grunted as he dragged the heavy basket towards the open area where they normally honed their skills. Abandoning her puppet, the girl ran over to her stepbrother. “We’re going to have to bless these puppets. It’s for the upcoming village performance.” You Tian explained with a smile. Xuan Na nodded her head intently as she reached for the puppet lying on the very top of the basket. There are three things she treasure most in her life. Her family, puppets, and her stepbrother You Tian…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burning the ‘hell notes’, also known as paper money, Xuan Na choked and coughed as she inhaled the smoke. A strong grip took over the pile of paper money which was in her hands waiting to be burned. Without turning around, she knew it had to be You Tian. Thrusting the pile to him happily, Xuan Na stood on tiptoes and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. Before he could react, before anyone else noticed, Xuan Na rushed off into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fanning her blushing self, Xuan Na giggled. She has always been very close to her stepbrother, adoring him. It was like a dream when she planted her first kiss on his cheek. Yes, what she did was wrong. She fell in love with her stepbrother. Ever since he was adopted into the family, she fell for him. The brown and warm eyes which seemed so deep, just like the river. The tender smile which seemed so brilliant, just like the sun. What she felt for her stepbrother might be wrong in the eyes of others, but what mattered most to her was that they weren’t blood related. That is the only important thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun Xiu smiled bitterly at his impotency to reveal his true self to everyone. Stepping into the school grounds, he changed his warm and friendly smile for a cold and distant look. He needed nobody close to him. Ever since his family left him under the care of Zai Zhong, he grew to accept this fact. If his own family couldn’t accept his rare illness, nobody else possibly could. Nobody with the exception of Zai Zhong, his personal attendant who has been with him ever since he had his first memories of the world. Zai Zhong wasn’t just a personal attendant. He was his one and only close friend, his soul mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking towards his usual seat, Jun Xiu sighed. He was the only one in the class without a partner to sit with. Sometimes, he really felt lonely. Those occurrences were rare and far in between though. Today was one good example of such an instance. Opening up his notebook, he wanted more than anything to stay in the comfort of his home than to attend school. Despite having abandoned him, his parents still made an effort to send him to the best school, gave him the best of everything, making sure he led an opulent life. ‘What’s the use? What’s the use of all these when what I really want isn’t here with me?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A/N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello dear readers :D&lt;br /&gt;in case you still havent figured out, this story IS NOT taking place in a modern era.&lt;br /&gt;Clues such as physician, village, and driving car = rich were given. have you caught the hint yet? :D&lt;br /&gt;do comment!&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEXT UPDATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date&lt;/strong&gt;: 20 OCTOBER 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple &lt;strong&gt;time&lt;/strong&gt; conversion table:&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Time 17:00&lt;br /&gt;Seoul Time 18:00&lt;br /&gt;Chicago Time 03:00&lt;br /&gt;Paris Time 10:00&lt;br /&gt;Seattle Time 01:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-9218970660062421086?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/9218970660062421086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=9218970660062421086' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/9218970660062421086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/9218970660062421086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2009/10/unfortunate-beginning.html' title='The Unfortunate Beginning'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-6173078314013943653</id><published>2009-09-29T16:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T17:10:09.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newfound Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SsHJNL6O6VI/AAAAAAAABD4/282yoF66mDM/s1600-h/EM_banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SsHJNL6O6VI/AAAAAAAABD4/282yoF66mDM/s320/EM_banner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386807857684343122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 30: Newfound Memories&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggested song FOR SUYIN: A Lover’s Concerto - Park Hye Kyung&lt;br /&gt;(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6UgQd9-exaA)&lt;br /&gt;Suggested song FOR YUNXI: Stay With Me - Fahrenheit&lt;br /&gt;(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MZXLPDl1LNs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checking in at the airport, xiaoxi used up all of her strength just to stop herself from looking back and from letting her tears drop. Gritting her teeth, she pushed herself forward, step by step towards her destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho searched amongst the crowd anxiously for xiaoxi. He was astonished when he turned around to see xiaoxi missing. Initially he dismissed it as her prank, but recalled that xiaoxi never played such childish games. Glancing at his watch and back at the man searching blindly around the auditorium, Director smirked. “Too late, Jung Yunho. Xiaoxi is gone.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away from the partying bunch, Junsu had drove Li Yin to the nearby park immediately after expressing their gratitude to the judges. Excitement buzzed within Junsu as he tried to imagine the possible scenarios. Pulling Li Yin along gently to the middle of the heart shape he has outlined with rose petals, Junsu dropped onto his knees. “You can open your eyes now, Li Yin.” his voice slightly quavered with excitement. Li Yin gasped as soon as her beautiful eyes registered the place. Red and pink balloons were tied to benches and trees. A huge banner read ‘MARRY ME!’, and a bouquet of roses laid peacefully some distance away form them. “Zhang Li Yin,” Junsu drew the attention back onto him. “will you marry me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li Yin gaped at the sudden proposal. She blinked her eyes repeatedly - even rubbed them - just to prove that she wasn’t dreaming. When her mind finally acknowledged the fact, red crept up to her cheeks as she nodded her head shyly. Junsu jumped up and immediately slid the ring onto her finger. He then planted a kiss on her cheeks before winking mysteriously. Li Yin raised an eyebrow, tilting her head to one side. Junsu snapped his fingers and music started to stream out from behind the tree. Dancing suavely, he made his way to the bouquet, picked it up, and continued his dance for Li Yin. Li Yin giggled at the new discovery she has made of Junsu - or now better known as her fiancé. Junsu twirled and ended the dance neatly on a knee before Li Yin, holding up the bouquet for her. “Zhang Li Yin, 我爱你(I love you).” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barging into xiaoxi’s room, Yunho searched frantically for any traces of his missing girlfriend. Puling open her wardrobe, he heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that all of her clothes were intact. However, where has his lover gone…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ONE MONTH LATER -&lt;br /&gt;Yunho sighed as he opened up his notebook. He has completely turned into the nerdy Junsu he first got to know, minus away the heavy spectacles and unappealing appearance. Picking up a pen, he sighed yet again as he started writing. “自從你沒有說再見就離開的那一天開始, 感覺這個城市的景色都變了樣… 我會在這裡,一直在這裡,相信還會再一次相遇. (Ever since the day you left without biding farewell, I have a feeling that the scenery here has changed… I will be here, always here, believing that we will meet again.)”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- THREE YEARS LATER -&lt;br /&gt;Breathing in deeply as she pulled her luggage behind her, xiaoxi grinned. “This is the smell I missed most! The smell of South Korea!” giggling, she walked onto the streets as she checked out the home she has been away from for so long. Xiaoxi smiled as she saw her reflection in the display windows. She has grown into a demure lady - although still a little clumsy - and is now a dance coordinator. “I wonder if I’m more attractive than Guigui now?” xiaoxi joked as she continued walking. “Aish… I really should find a hotel to stay at temporarily first…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Inhwan, look into the camera!” Junsu cooed and waved the Polaroid camera at his one-year-old son. Inhwan chuckled as Li Yin tickled him. Seizing the opportunity to capture this adorable moment, Junsu clicked away with his camera. “Kim Inhwan!” Li Yin shrieked suddenly when she felt a wet patch below her. “How many times have I been telling you to use the toilet instead?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho shook his head with a gentle smile playing at the corner of his lips. No words could express the envy he felt whenever he saw Junsu and Li Yin’s happy family. He couldn’t really blame anyone though, for he has been breaking the hearts of many when he rejected the girls who confessed their love for him. Closing the door behind him as he left the family to sort out their diaper problems, he settled at the table and took out the notebook which has been following him since three years ago. “不管怎樣試著努力 也不能忘掉你. 你在哪裡? 穿著什麼樣的衣服? 在笑著做著什呢? 我仍然在這裡, 相信會在某一天和你相會, 不變的思念著你… (Regardless of how hard I try, I can’t forget you. Where are you? What type of clothes are you wearing? What are you doing with a smile? I’m still here, believing that I will meet you again someday, this never-changing longing…)”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho frowned as he recalled how Li Yin has thrown him out of her house demanding that he buy diapers for her son now. “How can she make the guest, the renowned dance coordinator Jung Yunho, run such an errand for her?” Yunho grumbled as he stuffed his hands into his jeans pocket. While he held onto his belief that xiaoxi will return to him someday, he has also been striving to become the dance coordinator he is now. He wanted to be able to support xiaoxi when he meets her again. Just as he was deep in his thoughts, a girl bumped into him. “I’m so sorry!” she apologised with her head hung low and immediately proceeded to walk away. He was about to go on with his route when he found something strikingly familiar about her. “xiaoxi…” he muttered and snapped his head back sharply. Spotting the figure which is about to cross the road, he broke into a sprint towards her. “XIAOXI!” he gathered his breath and shouted for all he was worth. The girl stopped in her tracks and turned with a surprised expression…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- THE END -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A/N&lt;br /&gt;haha, an ambiguous ending for you!&lt;br /&gt;i didnt state if the girl who bumped into yunho was indeed xiaoxi, or was it some other lucky girl.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm so proud i have completed another fic!!&lt;br /&gt;and now, moving on with DOLL PRINCE! :D&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-6173078314013943653?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/6173078314013943653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=6173078314013943653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/6173078314013943653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/6173078314013943653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2009/09/newfound-memories.html' title='Newfound Memories'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SsHJNL6O6VI/AAAAAAAABD4/282yoF66mDM/s72-c/EM_banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-7201695097309319853</id><published>2009-09-28T16:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T15:25:01.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forewords</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img89.imageshack.us/img89/570/dpbanner2.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forewords&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title&lt;/strong&gt;: Doll Prince&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genre&lt;/strong&gt;: Romance, Dark(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolls are weak. Dolls are what girls play with. Strong guys don’t act like dolls. And yet this strong guy has no other choice. He wishes to led a normal life like everyone else. He yearns for family and friends too. Slowly, he finds himself learning to love. However, he is but a weak Doll Prince…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in his own world, Jun Xiu kept his feelings and emotions well under wraps. After all the pain he has been through, he doesn’t know if he can possibly find any sort of love again. And yet, he fell in love. Madly in love to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, these hidden emotions of a Doll Prince can’t be felt or seen just so simply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handy name list:&lt;br /&gt;Jin Jun Xiu - Kim Xiah Junsu&lt;br /&gt;Pu You Tian - Park Micky Yoochun&lt;br /&gt;Jin Zai Zhong - Kim Hero Jaejoong&lt;br /&gt;Jin Yu Bin - Kim Yoobin&lt;br /&gt;Shen Chang Min - Shim Max Chang Min&lt;br /&gt;Shen Min Zhi - Gong Minzy Min Ji (known as Shim Min Ji in this fic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Excerpt 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Zai Zhong drove him along the road, Jun Xiu looked out of the window expectantly. A satisfied smile hung upon his lips when his sight landed on the girl who was practicing with her puppet. He knew little about her. All he knew was that she is the youngest puppeteer in the troupe, and that she is a year younger than him. His sight never left her as the car drove past. It was a daily routine thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Excerpt 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strong grip took over the pile of paper money which was in her hands waiting to be burned. Without turning around, she knew it had to be You Tian. Thrusting the pile to him happily, Xuan Na stood on tiptoes and planted a quick kiss on his cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Excerpt 3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking towards his usual seat, Jun Xiu sighed. He was the only one in the class without a partner to sit with. Sometimes, he really felt lonely. Those occurrences were rare and far in between though. Today was one good example of such an instance. Opening up his notebook, he wanted more than anything to stay in the comfort of his home than to attend school.&lt;br /&gt;‘What’s the use? What’s the use of all these when what I really want isn’t here with me?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A/N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey everyone, what you've just read is the FOREWORDS of Doll Prince!&lt;br /&gt;i know, the excerpts weren't really that exciting, but just read on and you'll find out.&lt;br /&gt;this is a fic i've been preparing for ever since... last year?&lt;br /&gt;i have set very high standards for this fic, so please enjoy reading ok!&lt;br /&gt;your comments would really spurr me on, so click on the comment button below this post now to drop me your love message!&lt;br /&gt;thanks for reading! :D&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEXT UPDATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date&lt;/strong&gt;: 10 OCTOBER 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple &lt;strong&gt;time&lt;/strong&gt; conversion table:&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Time 17:00&lt;br /&gt;Seoul Time 18:00&lt;br /&gt;Chicago Time 03:00&lt;br /&gt;Paris Time 10:00&lt;br /&gt;Seattle Time 01:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-7201695097309319853?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/7201695097309319853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=7201695097309319853' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/7201695097309319853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/7201695097309319853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2009/09/forewords.html' title='Forewords'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-2800226673635920535</id><published>2009-09-23T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T18:22:02.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plane Ticket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/Srn2r0QvKII/AAAAAAAABDM/i-PtfXS_2hQ/s1600-h/EM_banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/Srn2r0QvKII/AAAAAAAABDM/i-PtfXS_2hQ/s320/EM_banner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384606062121789570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 29: Plane Ticket&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggested song/music: Lonesome Spirit - Fahrenheit&lt;br /&gt;(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KV5F6cN5O7A)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decked in a baby blue playsuit and a white cardigan, xiaoxi did the finishing touches on her makeup as Li Yin rushed around desperately looking for her stilettos - which she has taken off when she went to change into her checkered dress. Shaking her head with a gently smile playing on her lips, xiaoxi pointed to the pair of black heels resting below the table. Li Yin immediately uttered her thanks before putting the pair of stilettos onto her feet. “Xiaoxi, the Director is looking for you!” one of their classmates shouted across the room. A feeling of dread came over xiaoxi at once…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing at the balcony, Junsu gazed at the night sky, saturated with happiness. ‘Can you see me, Guigui? This might be the last time I’m talking to you alone… please watch over me and Li Yin, okay? We’d definitely give you a mind-blowing performance to gawk at!’ Junsu took out a velvet box from his pocket, caressing it gently with his thumb. He planned to ask for Li Yin’s hand in marriage after the performance, regardless of how they fare. He never want to miss out on an opportunity again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sulking as she faced her father, also known as the Director, xiaoxi did not bother to beat around the bush. “What do you want?”&lt;br /&gt;“You remember our agreement, don’t you? I’ve purchased your tickets. You’ll be leaving for the airport right after this.” he handed her an envelope containing the plane ticket along with her passport. “I’ll be missing you, my precious daughter.”&lt;br /&gt;Xiaoxi showed a face of disgust. “I hope you have a great time womanizing. You’ll get your retributions some day for being unfaithful and for committing uncountable evil deeds.” as much as the words would hurt her father, it licked her equally bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuffing the plane ticket and her passport into her bag, xiaoxi wiped her face roughly with the back of her hand. Tears had made their way onto her cheeks unknowingly. Images of her mother playing the violin for her flashed through her mind at breakneck speed. Burying her face into her palms as she recalled how her parents had shouted at each other when they fight time and again, her shoulders started shaking violently. “Xiaoxi, are you in here?” Li Yin’s voice rang from the door as she made her way in. “Xiaoxi, everyone is at the backstage preparing with their partners already. What are-” Li Yin’s sentence was cut short when she saw xiaoxi with her makeup smudged and tearstained face. Without another word, she pushed xiaoxi onto the chair and grabbed the nearest cosmetic within reach…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making it in time to Yunho’s side, xiaoxi smoothed the creases in her playsuit and started to do warm up exercises with him. Li Yin went over to Junsu and pulled him to a secluded corner before whispering to him what she has witnessed in the room. Three heavy hearts, and a single, blinded elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiaoxi merely started dancing to the routine arranged in a robotic manner when the music started. Yunho who was beside her watched her every move with fear, wondering what on earth has happened to xiaoxi. She wasn’t a dancer to begin with, but she has improved tremendously over all the training sessions together. This wasn’t her usual self. Raising her microphone to sing when her part came on, Yunho heaved a silent sigh of relief. At least she was on key. But it definitely did not make up for the fact that she wasn’t up to the cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fanning herself with her hand when they returned backstage, xiaoxi tried to turn her focus onto Junsu and Li Yin who has went onstage for their song. It was a fruitless attempt, for Yunho kept staring at her silently, waiting for an explanation. Making up her mind to ignore him, xiaoxi tried to plaster a smile onto her face when Li Yin started singing. “天天都需要你爱 我的心思由你…” Li Yin’s melodious voice sent out soothing vibes, helping to calm down xiaoxi’s leaping heart bit by bit. Her tensed facial muscles relaxed as she listened to Junsu and Li Yin’s harmonious voice coming together. Yunho who has his eyes fixed on her slowly relaxed too, moving closer to hug her from the back as they drowned in SuYin’s music…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crowding excitedly together as they waited for the results to be brought onto stage, Li Yin and xiaoxi gripped onto each other’s hands. Watching the emcee of the day rip open the envelope and bringing the microphone closer to his lips, Junsu felt his heart lurch too. Yunho was more or less composed, expecting only mediocre results because of the halfhearted performance. “Best stage presence - CL. Best vocalist - Zhang Li Yin. Best rapper, female - Amber. Best rapper, male - Jung Yunho. Best-” the emcee rattled on and on about the notable individuals. Finally, he drew out another card from the envelope and flashed a grin to the somewhat-restless-after-all-that-talking audience. “The pair with the highest point for this year’s project, the long awaited result…” the emcee purposely dragged the last syllable. “goes to Kim Junsu and Zhang Li Yin!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst Junsu and Li Yin got onto stage to receive a bouquet each and a trophy to commemorate their efforts, xiaoxi slinked to the backstage when nobody is noticing. Simply throwing her scattered cosmetics into her bag, she took a deep breath and sneaked one last look of the bodyguard congratulating Junsu and Li Yin onstage. Sighing, xiaoxi slung her bag over her shoulder and quickly made her way out of the auditorium, leaving the funfair and everyone behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-2800226673635920535?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/2800226673635920535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=2800226673635920535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/2800226673635920535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/2800226673635920535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2009/09/plane-ticket.html' title='Plane Ticket'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/Srn2r0QvKII/AAAAAAAABDM/i-PtfXS_2hQ/s72-c/EM_banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-8083519662706139634</id><published>2009-09-16T18:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T18:44:59.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SrDBc7aGRaI/AAAAAAAABDE/PTg3YtHnnpA/s1600-h/EM_banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SrDBc7aGRaI/AAAAAAAABDE/PTg3YtHnnpA/s320/EM_banner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382014257435395490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 28: Moving On&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggested song/music: Love Class - Mighty Mouth ft Han Ye Seul&lt;br /&gt;(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jcvq_k2bLBY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, your friend?” the girl in shades pulled down her frames to take a good look at Li Yin. “Not bad, she’s pretty.”&lt;br /&gt;Junsu chuckled as he took Shaki from Li Yin. “Yeah, my girlfriend!”&lt;br /&gt;Li Yin turned sharply to glare at him. She never agreed to be his girlfriend, not that he asked. The youngest of the foursome offered her hand towards Li Yin with a warm smile. “I’m Minzy. This two on your left is Bom and Dara, they’re of the same age and is the oldest of us four.”&lt;br /&gt;“And I’m cool lady, CL!” the girl with shades butted into Minzy’s sentence and quickly shook Li Yin’s hand before Minzy. All these while, Junsu simply grinned in a silly fashion, thinking about his brilliant plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as Li Yin stepped into the place, the drum set and instruments arranged on the stage caught her attention. Junsu followed closely behind with Shaki trailing along beside Li Yin. The dog seemed to have demolished every inch of insecurities towards Li Yin after seeing its owner, namely Junsu, being so open and free around her. Junsu made his way to CL and whispered to her about his plan, with her nodding her head in understanding. Looking at how intimate they are acting, Li Yin subconsciously wanted to step between them. When they finally separated, Junsu pulled Li Yin towards the seats whilst the three girls joined CL onstage with their own microphones. Hitting the ‘play’ key on the music player placed on a table, the music started to blast through the stereos. To Li Yin’s surprise, it was a performance…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You're gonna pay for seeing me as easy, just because I'm young. I can easily take away your heart in a moment, like 1, 2, 3, 4!” Li Yin watched in awe as Minzy danced and sing at the same time without looking breathless at all. Junsu smiled and bobbed his head to the tempo, a finger tapping on his lap gently. It was a great performance no doubt, but he was more interested in watching Li Yin. After all, the purpose for this whole visit was to boost her confidence and hopefully allow her to put on a better performance for the upcoming presentation of what they’ve came up with for the music project. He doesn’t want a mediocre performance. He wanted to take the whole place by storm. However, in order for that, he must first build Li Yin’s confidence, which is the main purpose for bringing her to visit the foursome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wanna catch a movie?” Yunho pointed to the cinema. “Or would you like to have dinner? Or…”&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s go home! I’ll cook dinner!” xiaoxi flashed a smile and took the initiative to hold his hand. Yunho’s eyes widened in shock and happiness, for it was the first time xiaoxi took the lead. Funny enough how xiaoxi have never really given a clear answer to being a couple with Yunho, yet the both of them seem to have accepted that they were dating and in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy chopping up the ingredients needed for tofu stew, xiaoxi shouted loudly for Yunho to check up on the boiling soup. Changing halfway, Yunho rushed out of his room and into the kitchen. Turning around to check the egg she left to cook on its own, xiaoxi nearly dropped the knife she held in her hands when she saw Yunho with his hoodie unzipped. “Be careful!” Yunho covered her hands with his, securing her grip. Xiaoxi shifted her gaze away uncomfortably, cheeks flushing red. Yunho chuckled as he realised what was the problem. Making use of the chance, he withdrew the knife from xiaoxi’s hand and placed it on the kitchen counter while leaning over for a kiss…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sipping the orange juice offered to her by Dara, Li Yin found herself becoming a fan of these four girls, particularly Minzy who was much younger than her and yet has such a strong stage presence. “Confidence is key.” Bom seemed to be able to read her mind easily. “Never doubt your abilities, always believe you can accomplish anything. With that thought in mind, I guarantee you can put up the most mind-blowing performance.”&lt;br /&gt;Li Yin nodded her head as she tried to embed the phrase into her systems. Nodding his head in approval, Junsu grinned at how well his planned has progressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dozing off in Junsu’s car, Li Yin still murmured the lyrics to their song, 不得不愛 (Got to Love). Junsu chuckled at how fired up Li Yin is about the performance which was only a week away. Time has really passed by quickly. It was at least half a year ago when Li Yin and Yunho transferred over to Mirotic School for the Musically Talented. It was only half a year ago when he got to know this girl, and now he is head over heels in love with her, finally moving on with life after Guigui left him. ’I bet this is the most meaningful six months in my life, because you’re here in my life for each day of this six months.’ Junsu spared a hand to brush a strand of stray hair from her sleeping face at the red light. ‘Thank you for coming into my life, Zhang Li Yin…’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied at how things have turned out for Junsu and xiaoxi, Guigui hugged her knees close to her body and rested her chin on it. Junsu is moving on with life well, and xiaoxi is finally breaking free of the limitations she has set herself to. Just then, she felt a tap on her shoulder. “Inhwan,” Guigui acknowledged the angel with a gentle smile. He was her playmate round here, never failing to make her lips arch into a smile. “It’s time for you to go.” he said sadly. “You can’t stay here anymore because your wishes have been fulfilled. You’re moving on now…” not quite getting Inhwan, Guigui saw her hands slowly fading away, followed by other parts of her. A tear rolled down the angel’s face as he watched the painful process of a friend leaving him. “I’ll miss you, Inhwan…” Guigui whispered before disintegrating completely. Finally, it was her turn to move on too…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-8083519662706139634?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/8083519662706139634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=8083519662706139634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/8083519662706139634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/8083519662706139634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2009/09/moving-on.html' title='Moving On'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SrDBc7aGRaI/AAAAAAAABDE/PTg3YtHnnpA/s72-c/EM_banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-5024230393166115589</id><published>2009-09-09T15:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T17:17:16.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolute Girlfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A/N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` This one shot is inspired from my recent craze on Absolute Boyfriend (both the Jdrama and manga). People who have watched Absolute Boyfriend should know that Night didn’t end up with Riiko in the end. (here’s one major spoiler!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` This is a one shot written for 090909 Timeless Movement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Definitely original of xiaoxi, similarities with other fictions are purely coincidental (unless you count scenes from Absolute Boyfriend). No ripping my fic and claiming it’s yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Listen to Kim Junsu and Jang Ri In’s Timeless as you read(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eSNZ7iIl6Fk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;bsolute&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;irlfriend&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu stared hard at the ceiling as he thought about how his life has changed drastically ever since his buddies - more accurately put, Jaejoong, Yunho, Micky and Changmin - ordered him a lover from some unknown website. A chuckle escaped his lips as he remembered how he had the shock of his life when he opened the door to find a gigantic parcel sitting before his door. Printed on the sides of the box was ‘Nightly Lover Series 01’ too. Trying to recall how comical he must’ve looked when he opened the parcel to find a girl staring at him, Junsu found his heart aching…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Yah! Whose &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brillliant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; idea was it?!” Junsu shouted into his mobile phone while trying to pry away the girl’s hands.&lt;br /&gt;“Chill it, Junsu. We figured you needed to mend that broken heart from being rejected. It’s a present from us, don’t worry about having to pay for ‘her’, okay!” Micky tried to hide the amusement in his voice.&lt;br /&gt;“This isn’t funny! I’m not going to acknowledge this &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;robot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girlfriend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!” Junsu nearly punched the girl in frustration. “And get away from me! Stop pulling my sleeve!”&lt;br /&gt;“Junsu, just enjoy your lover! We’ve given her almost all the abilities wonder woman would have. You’ll be surprised at how talented she is! Have fun, Junsu! Bye!” Micky cut the call before Junsu could rebuke him.&lt;br /&gt;Shouting a curse, Junsu hurled the phone to the other side of the room and shoved the girl away roughly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ri In-yah… I miss you a lot…” Junsu got off the bed and opened one of the drawers to collect an exquisitely made box which contained a memory card. Caressing the carvings on the box, Junsu felt his heart aching more and more. It took ‘Ri In’ a whole night to make the box. It used up the remaining ‘life’ she has left after the ‘serious injuries’ she never really recovered from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Master, give me a name!” the girl, or robot, smiled sweetly at him.&lt;br /&gt;“Go away,” Junsu said simply.&lt;br /&gt;“Master, I’m from the Nightly Lover Series, model 01.” the girl offered her information first. “I’ve been made to know how to cook, sew, arrange flowers, do household chores, sing, play instruments, protect you-”&lt;br /&gt;“Shut up. You’re really irritating.” Junsu scowled at her, hoping it would scare her so much that she would leave.&lt;br /&gt;“Being irritating hasn’t been included in my abilities. You may like to check the user manual to know more about my functions.” she continued to smile at him.&lt;br /&gt;“Ri In. Your name will be Ri In. Now go away!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ri In… Ri In…” Junsu repeated the name over and over again as he opened the box gently to reveal the memory card which laid peacefully on the cushion. Holding it up carefully, Junsu felt his tears wetting his cheeks. “Ri In! Come back to me! Ri In…” Junsu cried as he held the memory card closely to his body, near his heart. If a second chance can be given to him, he would never ask Ri In to ‘go away’ again. He would even beg if he has to, for her to stay by him always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Isn’t that Kim Junsu, the guy who confessed to you a couple of days ago?” HyunA whispered a little too loudly to her friend who nodded in reply. HyunA smirked as she stood up. Her friend shook her head slightly as she realised what HyunA is going to do. She’s not going to stop her though. HyunA plastered a smile on her face as she strutted over to Junsu. “Hey, got dumped recently eh?” HyunA laughed when she saw how Junsu’s face paled. Suddenly, Ri In appeared and held onto Junsu’s arm lovingly as she raised an eyebrow at HyunA. “Are you a friend of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?” Ri In emphasized on the word with a mesmerizing glance at Junsu to assure him that everything would be alright.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu placed the memory card into the reader on his laptop and hugged a dolphin plushie tightly as he waited for it to play. The dolphin plushie was a gift from Ri In for their ‘first month anniversary’. Junsu buried his face in it as he remembered the happy expression on her face when he accepted the gift. He lifted his head when the video started to play. It contained all of Ri In’s memories, from the first time they had met, until the day Ri In stopped functioning completely due to the malfunction of the chip in her body. The memory card was the only thing salvaged, the only thing left of Ri In…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Yah, Kim Ri In! what are you doing in my bed?!” Junsu has decided that Ri In should follow his surname since she was ‘his robot’. but he didn’t recall allowing her to share the bed with him.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m from the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nightly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Lover series. My best function is to-”&lt;br /&gt;Junsu slapped his forehead. “You guys are so getting it from me for sending me a machine meant for &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nightly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; use!”&lt;br /&gt;“Junsu-yah~” Ri In climbed off the bed to plant a kiss on his cheek. “You’re so cute!”&lt;br /&gt;Junsu sighed as he thought of how he might have to spend the whole night trying to coax Ri In to sleep in the guestroom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu felt something tugging at the corner of his heart as he watched the part of him going on a date with Ri In. He had given her a peck on the forehead, influenced by the beautiful and romantic sunset they were watching. “Ri In, that was actually the first time I kissed a girl…” Junsu murmured with a bitter smile hanging on his lips as he caressed the screen of his laptop, wishing that it was Ri In he was caressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Ri In, what’s wrong with you? Why are your hands so hot? Your face, you neck… you’re burning hot!” Junsu touched her humanly features in alarm. &lt;em&gt;'Do robots fall sick? The user manual didn’t mention anything about what the owner should do when the robot is ill! What am I going to do…'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, he realised that it must’ve been the fall and the fight which resulted in this current situation.&lt;br /&gt;Ri In saved him from falling off the balcony due to HyunA’s push, but fell down six stories herself.&lt;br /&gt;Ri In saved him from the group of black triads, but was badly injured from the fight. &lt;br /&gt;Each time, he noticed something amiss from Ri In, but didn’t really think too much of it. He thought it was normal when a robot reacts slower than usual. He thought it was normal when a robot starts speaking to him in various languages due to its multilingual ability. He thought it was normal when a robot crushes the doorknob when it was simply opening the door. If only he knew…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ri In, I love you.” Junsu finally said those words. Yet she was no longer around. He sighed as he replaced the memory card into its box. Standing up from his spot on the floor, he walked to the window still hugging the dolphin plushie. “Ri In, I love you… I love you!” Junsu shouted towards the night sky. “Kim Ri In, I love you!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-END-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REVIEW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: 5/5&lt;br /&gt;Haha it reminds me of the manga “Absolute Boyfriend”. Anyways the title makes the story sound fairly interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading it, I understand that this is like a “spin off” of the manga, and actually I’m glad that you used Absolute to distinguish the similarities between your story and the manga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appearance: 10/10&lt;br /&gt;Love the background of your site, it’s easy to read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forewords: --/10&lt;br /&gt;Since this was a one-shot 10 points will be added to other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Character Description: 12/15&lt;br /&gt;From the story, I’m getting that JunSu is like a “girl” and Ri In is more of a guy role. I understand that you switched the character roles from the manga, but the fact that JunSu or a guy character is like that does not settle well with me. Anyways I felt that you showed different kinds of traits of the characters from the flashbacks and their actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originality &amp; Plot: 15/20&lt;br /&gt;This one-shot is really similar to the manga “Absolute Boyfriend”. It kind of felt like I was reading a summary of the manga. I feel that if you had made a twist to the story (like Junsu finding out that Ri In was actually human or something surprising) that separates or draws a line between the manga and your story, then it would be more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing Style: 14/15&lt;br /&gt;I got a hang of your style quick. Instead of writing (flashback) and (End of Flashback), I suggest italicizing the flashblacks to make it more professional looking. Since your story is on a site, take advantage of the fact that you can edit with html.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flow: 14/15&lt;br /&gt;Pace was quick but I was glad that it was since I have read the manga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spelling/Grammar/Vocabulary: 10/10&lt;br /&gt;Did not catch any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall Story Enjoyment: 10/10&lt;br /&gt;A nice breather for me. It was short, crisp, and fit well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sub-Total: 90/100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus (Optional): 0/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 90/100 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes: I’m sorry that in this review I compared a lot with the manga. However you have to know the dangers in molding another’s story to make it your own. So comparing between your story and the manga is unavoidable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviewer: sarangie @blackndwhite.co.nr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;A/N&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the review! :D&lt;br /&gt;i took the advice of italicising flashbacks~&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-5024230393166115589?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/5024230393166115589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=5024230393166115589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/5024230393166115589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/5024230393166115589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2009/09/absolute-girlfriend.html' title='Absolute Girlfriend'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-3747368586943692221</id><published>2009-09-06T17:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T17:57:03.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SmwsFBlghvI/AAAAAAAABBM/s1NC1kCMKhM/s1600-h/EM_banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SmwsFBlghvI/AAAAAAAABBM/s1NC1kCMKhM/s320/EM_banner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362709721128142578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 27: Memories&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggested song/music: Perfection - JJ Lin&lt;br /&gt;(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zCAK8agD6dA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Have you ever wondered why Li Yin and I transferred here from China? I mean, what was a Korean like me doing in china?” Yunho had his hands stuck casually in his jeans pocket as they walked down the street. He had a sudden urge to tell xiaoxi everything about himself. He didn’t want her to be stuck in a situation whereby she knew nothing about him and doubted him again. Xiaoxi seemed interested in the topic, her eyes gleaming as she turned to look at him. “My parents were Koreans. Our family wasn’t exactly very well-to-do, but we weren’t poor either because of my dad’s business ventures…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yunnie, how do you like this place?” Mrs Jung hugged her trembling son in attempt to calm his nervous feelings. “We’ll be staying here from now on because of appa’s (father’s) work. This place is called China!”&lt;br /&gt;Yunho took a timid step out of his mother’s protective embrace, his father following behind him. He immediately ran back to his mother when he heard a woman suddenly shouting in mandrin, a language foreign to him. He didn’t like the place at all, not one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s okay, Yunho. Your parents are in a better place now.” the lady from the orphanage spoke calmly and patiently to Yunho who has been crying in the hospital for hours. His parents passed away in a car accident just a week after they’ve settled into China. Yunho came under the custody of a local orphanage, but he escapes to the hospital daily, where his memories with his parents ended. Although the lady who was in charge of his case could speak Korean, she had a weird accent which he wasn’t accustomed to. His sobs escalated into wails again as he thought of his bleak future. He was stuck in a foreign country which he didn’t like, and he understood not a single word in mandrin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho sipped the cup of coffee he brought from the vending machine, a mix of emotions on his face as he reminisced about the times he had with his parents. The images were blurry and short. Beside him, xiaoxi tried to digest the newly gained knowledge about Yunho. From how he became an orphan to fitting into the Chinese culture, and to meeting Li Yin again, he seemed to have gone through a lot. “It must be difficult trying to protect yourself in a foreign country…” xiaoxi couldn’t find the right words to say. “I’m sorry you had to go through all those…” Yunho shook his head at her and smiled. Those were the past. There’s no use dwelling in it any longer, for he has moved on. Protecting Li Yin has been his future all along. But now, he knew that someone else would be protecting her and instead, another girl by the name of Yan xiaoxi would be who he needs to guard in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu grinned as he watch how Li Yin’s face would pale whenever he increases the speed of the car slightly. “Is it so amusing to see me afraid?” Li Yin squeezed her words through gritted teeth, her hands clutching the seatbelt tightly. Junsu chuckled and kept the speed to a constant slow pace for the sake of the timid passenger he’s chauffeuring around. “Is this better, Miss Li Yin?” his eyes gleamed with mischief, and a tinge of… something Li Yin doesn’t normally see in his eyes. Unable to interpret the unknown in Junsu’s eyes, she turned her head to look out of the window. ‘Is it possibly…’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamming his leg on the brakes, Junsu pulled the car to an abrupt stop before an alley. “We’ve to make it in by foot since my car doesn’t fit in the narrow alley.” Junsu explained as he grabbed his bag. Li Yin finally realised that she has no inkling of where Junsu has drove them to. Wary of the surroundings, Li Yin took tiny steps forward to Junsu. Sensing that she has her guards up about this place, Junsu placed his hand reassuringly on her shoulder and gave it a light squeeze before offering his hand to lead her into the alley. Li Yin tightened her grip on Junsu’s hand as they walked deeper into the alley. It was nearly nighttime, and not a hint of light rays shone into the alley. Li Yin began to wonder if Junsu might possibly be selling her away…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu and Li Yin stopped near the end of the alley. There stood a badly damaged door with peeling paint. Without hesitation, Junsu pushed open the door and walked down the stairs which appeared before them. Li Yin plastered her palm to the wall immediately when she took a step down the stairs. The stilettos she was wearing definitely wasn’t made for the steep steps. Beads of perspiration formed on her forehead as she struggled to keep up with Junsu’s pace. Her heart started to beat faster in fear and in excitement. The stairs never seem to end and there was barely any light to guide her along. Yet she wanted to find out what is at the end of this flight of stairs. Deep in her thoughts, she did not notice that they have already reached the end of the long journey down. The light bulb overhead provided just enough light for Li Yin to read the words on the door they have approached. “No entry to unauthorized personnel, and that is defined by whether Shaki barks at you.” Li Yin stared bewilderedly at Junsu. Just then, she heard the snarling of a dog…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good boy!” Junsu bent over and patted the dog on its head. “How has my Shaki been?” the dog barked excitedly in response before turning to give Li Yin a piercing glare. Li Yin backed in fear. She has a phobia for dogs, especially dogs which were big-sized like this Shaki dog. “Shaki, she’s my friend. Be friendly, okay?” as soon as Junsu gave his command, the dog softened its glare and leapt towards Li Yin. Threw off guard, Li Yin quickly extended her hands to catch the pet before it fell onto the concrete ground. Her heart thumped wildly as Shaki licked her face. “Junsu, ask your dog to get away from me!” Li Yin practically shouted as she held back on her impulsion to let go of Shaki. At that juncture, the door opened, revealing four stylishly dressed girls around Junsu and Li Yin’s age. “What was all that ruckus about?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-3747368586943692221?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/3747368586943692221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=3747368586943692221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/3747368586943692221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/3747368586943692221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2009/09/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SmwsFBlghvI/AAAAAAAABBM/s1NC1kCMKhM/s72-c/EM_banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-124503366426230122</id><published>2009-08-18T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:09:02.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perhaps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SmwsFBlghvI/AAAAAAAABBM/s1NC1kCMKhM/s1600-h/EM_banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SmwsFBlghvI/AAAAAAAABBM/s1NC1kCMKhM/s320/EM_banner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362709721128142578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 26: Perhaps&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggested song/music: Miracle - HowL&lt;br /&gt;(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8DwhxlmKGR8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When I saw you at the orphanage, I was so shocked. I went asking around, and found out that you had been adopted just a day before I was admitted into the orphanage, that’s why I never got the chance to meet you. I questioned nearly everyone, just to know more about you, and why you had returned to the orphanage. When I finally mustered up enough courage to face you again, I saw you crying alone. Right then, I told myself that I have to protect you in the future, regardless what happens. I will never run away anymore, even if it will cost my life, I will save you from future harm…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li Yin remained still, in a state of disbelief and shock. “But… I don’t recognise you at all!”&lt;br /&gt;“How can you recognise me when you’ve only seen me with my face bruised up and bloody?” Yunho chuckled bitterly. “The wounds took a long time to heal, and a scar was left on my forehead even though it’s barely visible now.”&lt;br /&gt;Li Yin turned to him curiously and lifted the hair covering his forehead. There was indeed a faint line on his forehead, visible only when Li Yin leaned close to him. The studio door opened abruptly, causing Li Yin to lose her balance and fall into Yunho’s arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, xiaoxi!” Yunho acknowledged her presence immediately when he saw her. Xiaoxi remained fixated at her position by the door, uncertain of whether she has interrupted some romantic moment between Yunho and Li Yin. She shifted her gaze so she wouldn’t have to look at the intimate scene before her. It made her heart race in anger somehow and she didn’t like the feeling. She hated jealousy. “Xiaoxi, don’t be mistaken.” Li Yin quickly recovered her posture and stood up. Grabbing her bag, Li Yin wanted to flee from the room, unable to decide between the reasons for wanting to escape - her inability to comprehend fully the new found truth, or the awkwardness caused between the three. Without uttering a goodbye or taking another glance at them, Li Yin hurried out of the dance studio, walking so fast it seemed like a run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking with his hands stuck in his pant’s pocket, Junsu shouted occasionally for Li Yin. “Zhang Li Yin! Zhang Li Yin~” smiling slightly, he decided that her name sounded sweet and rolled off his tongue so easily he could call her name aloud daily for the rest of his life. A group of girls giggled when they went pass him, finding Junsu adorable and attractive in his snug-fitting plain white t-shirt and pair of jeans, a really ordinary outfit which looks great on the right body. Junsu delivered a charismatic smile before moving away quickly, wanting to locate ‘his Li Yin’ soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Zhang Li-” Junsu’s search finally ended when the girl he has been looking for ran into him as she rounded the corner. Junsu grinned ecstatically and ruffled her long, brown locks of hair. Li Yin struggled to have a clear view of the person ‘attacking’ her in broad daylight, raising her fist to punch to necessary. “WHOA!” Junsu dodged the attack and shimmied his way behind her. “It’s me, Kim Junsu!” he bent over as another punch came his way. The kick which nearly reached his shin stopped in midair as Li Yin realised it was only Junsu. Heaving a sigh of relief, Junsu patted his chest exaggeratingly. “If you had really kicked me with that pointed tip of your stilettos, you’ll probably have to perform alone on the stage since I’ll be in the Intensive Care Unit.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swinging her legs as she nibbled on the piece of chocolate, Li Yin smiled. She remembered how Yunho would always be there to pass her a chocolate whenever she’s upset. He would sit beside her and hum a song if necessary. And if she had requested for it, he would even dance a silly dance for her. Now that she thought about it, it did seemed that everything he has done ever since they met was to protect her, and make her happy. However, as soon as she thought of how she could’ve actually left the demon’s den earlier had Yunho helped her when he saw the incident, she felt surging anger. Perhaps she wouldn’t be hearing impaired now if Yunho offered his assistance when he had the chance. Perhaps… perhaps… endless ‘perhaps’ ran through her mind, as her teeth forcefully crunched the chocolate in her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulled back to earth by a sudden flash, Li Yin snapped her head towards her right to find Junsu taking photographs of her with his mobile phone. Her eyes enlarged in surprise as she tried desperately to stop Junsu. “Hey! I didn’t give you permission to take my pictures!” Li Yin shouted as she fought for the sleek communication device. Junsu grinned before reaching out his spare hand to tickle her. Li Yin squealed as he caught her while she was oblivious to everything else apart from deleting those photographs Junsu had taken. He suddenly leaned close to her ear, whispering in his soothing voice. “Perhaps you would be happier if you learn to look at the bright side.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiaoxi dropped the takeaway lunch into Yunho’s hands silently. He raised an eyebrow, not quite understanding why she went to buy more food when she had prepared sandwiches. She pretended not to notice him and took out a sandwich from the container in her bag. Before she could take a bite of it, Yunho had leaned over and chewed off a big portion of the sandwich, rendering her speechless. “Don’t read too deeply into what you saw earlier. It was an accident.” Yunho assured her before she even told him she was feeling uneasy and a tad jealous. He reached into xiaoxi’s bag for her water bottle to wash down the bread. It all happened so naturally, without any awkwardness. Having drank his fill, Yunho flashed a dazzling smile at her. Xiaoxi understood. She has to learn to trust people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A/N&lt;br /&gt;i didnt really have time to proof read. do tell me if you spot typos and stuff k :D&lt;br /&gt;xiaoxi,loves.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-124503366426230122?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/124503366426230122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=124503366426230122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/124503366426230122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/124503366426230122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2009/08/perhaps.html' title='Perhaps'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SmwsFBlghvI/AAAAAAAABBM/s1NC1kCMKhM/s72-c/EM_banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-38072326672383020</id><published>2009-08-02T16:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T17:00:22.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better or Worse?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SmwsFBlghvI/AAAAAAAABBM/s1NC1kCMKhM/s1600-h/EM_banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SmwsFBlghvI/AAAAAAAABBM/s1NC1kCMKhM/s320/EM_banner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362709721128142578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 25: Better or Worse?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggested song/music: Last Angel - Koda Kumi ft Tohoshinki&lt;br /&gt;(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xjOkW4Vhzrg)&lt;br /&gt;* Last Angel translations: http://forums.boajjang.com/index.php?showtopic=94678&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout a warning come on tonight. &lt;br /&gt;Shout a warning come on tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk all alone in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;I've grown tired of these everyday recurrences (grown tired)&lt;br /&gt;The ideals that I've lost&lt;br /&gt;I should be able to recover them &lt;br /&gt;Tonight is my last caution &lt;br /&gt;There's no going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now come on tonight &lt;br /&gt;If you go now then you will probably make it, break out alright&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, come on tonight (come on tonight) as long as I'm with you it's alright&lt;br /&gt;Until the end, come on tonight, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you just sit idly by&lt;br /&gt;There is no more use for you here, disappear&lt;br /&gt;I say goodbye (I say goodbye) I say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are feeling it&lt;br /&gt;Then stare straight forward &lt;br /&gt;and I will show you how to solve&lt;br /&gt;This mystery filled story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start moving, come on tonight&lt;br /&gt;Who am I being tested by? Truth or lie&lt;br /&gt;I can break it, come on tonight (come on tonight) &lt;br /&gt;Starting from there is alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo come on lady, let me be god in this world, how do you check&lt;br /&gt;Tell me kiss me and beauty you shake.&lt;br /&gt;I have been telling you this that the future is in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;Oh peace world forget it’s getting dark.&lt;br /&gt;Keep dance with my girl. Here’s another prince.&lt;br /&gt;It’s real time get away get away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even disheartened courage can surely be realized &lt;br /&gt;If we're together we can overcome it and go further into the distance&lt;br /&gt;Baby come on tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can everybody hear me? (I will overcome my pain) &lt;br /&gt;Even if it's not forever, I'll go my own way (when you open the door) &lt;br /&gt;The new day that I call a dream (the world will open its eyes) &lt;br /&gt;It should come to us, I pray, the light will bring resurrection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eternally, I'll save you baby, with this love, oh believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now come on tonight &lt;br /&gt;If you go now then you can make it, come on break out alright&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, come on tonight (believe tonight) as long as I'm with you it's alright&lt;br /&gt;Until the end, come on tonight, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start moving, come on tonight&lt;br /&gt;Who am I being tested by? Truth or lie&lt;br /&gt;I can break it, come on tonight (come on tonight) &lt;br /&gt;Starting from there is alright.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, come on tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathing heavily, xiaoxi shifted herself into the ending pose. Beside her stood Yunho, satisfied at how the song has finally turned out. Snapping out of their dance moves, Yunho walked over to the CD player to retrieve the music whilst xiaoxi headed for the bottle of water in her bag. Plopping himself down beside her, he dropped the CD case into xiaoxi’s bag and reached for the bottle of water she was holding. “Hey! I wanted to drink that!” xiaoxi’s lips formed a tiny pout as she watched him drink her water. He merely laughed before passing the bottle back to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quietly shifting herself out of the dance studio, xiaoxi stretched as she walked towards the school cafeteria. Yunho has fallen asleep inside, and she doubt the sandwich she made will be sufficient after all the dancing. The wind ruffled her shoulder-length hair gently as she walked along the corridors. Passing her was a few classmates, chattering excitedly about their song. They stopped to offer her a warm smile before proceeding with their activities. Many things have changed ever since she got to know Li Yin and Yunho. Life has been great, and the jinx within her hardly comes out anymore. “It feels great to be living.” xiaoxi smiled as the rays of the sun shone on her radiantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneaking into the dance studio, Li Yin chuckled when she saw her bodyguard sleeping with his mouth slightly open. It has been quite some time since she spent time with Yunho. They’ve both been busy with their song, and their love life. Suddenly, Yunho muttered something incoherently. Li Yin scooted closer and leaned in. “I’m sorry, Li Yin… 对不起 (I’m sorry)…” Yunho muttered again. Li Yin’s jaw practically dropped. Sorry? What is he sorry for? What has he done wrong to her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrying the bag of takeaway lunch, xiaoxi crossed the school’s foyer. A few people surrounded her abruptly, and her father stepped into view. “haven’t you had enough fun outside for this few months? It’s about time you came home.” his stared at her sternly, a glare that could possibly kill. “You have to be responsible for what you did before that kid kidnapped you. The house was in a mess after you guys left.”&lt;br /&gt;Xiaoxi smiled bitterly at him, a lump forming in her throat. “Home? That place isn’t home. And what happened was your just desserts. You deserved it.” having spoken her mind, she spun around to leave. One of her father’s bodyguards stopped her. She tried to walk around him, only to be blocked by another. Without other alternatives, xiaoxi was forced to face her father…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho frowned in his sleep as he relived the memory he had nearly forgotten. His eyebrows furrowed and his fists grew clenched together. With a loud shout, he jolt awake, trembling and perspiring profusely. Eyeing him the whole time was Li Yin, who passed him a towel. “Wipe your perspiration.” Yunho accepted it without much thought, looking up to turn her way when he finally realised something is amiss. “Li… Li Yin,” he forced on a friendly smile. “what are you doing here? Where’s xiaoxi?”&lt;br /&gt;“What do you mean when you apologised to me? What have you done that requires my forgiveness?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho gulped down his saliva nervously. Standing up, he snatched the CD out of its case and walked to the CD player. Li Yin stood up as well. She must get an answer out of him today. Her finger hit the ‘pause’ button as soon as Yunho pressed ‘play‘. Her large eyes sparkled under the luminous lightings as she glared at Yunho. He sighed as he realised it is now impossible to keep his secret any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you remember helping a young boy many, many years ago?” Yunho spoke so softly it seemed like a whisper. Li Yin tilted her head, not quite getting him. “Many years ago, when we’re both still young… there was once where you saved my life. But I couldn’t do anything to repay your kindness when you needed my help…” Yunho clutched onto his hair as he recalled the forgotten past…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time, Yunho was walking on the streets after school when a few boys his age cornered him. They demanded for him to surrender all of his money. Yunho held onto the wallet in his pocket tightly, not giving in. He can give up his life, but not his money. He is poor, and money is very important to him. Seeing how he refused to hand over his wallet, the boys pushed Yunho onto his knees and threw punches at him, bruising his handsome face. Blood spilled from his forehead as he knocked his head against the pavement. The shout from a girl saved his life. “Stop what you’re doing! Or I’m shouting for my mother!” she was a girl, but she was brave. Yunho could see her trembling fists clearly from his spot on the ground. The boys finally left him alone when the girl carried out her threat, shouting loudly for help. Yunho would never forget the brave little girl who saved his life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time he saw Li Yin was many months later, when he walked passed a car by the road on his way back to the orphanage. He could already tell something was amiss when he saw the car from a distance. It seemed like a guy was bullying a girl many years his junior. When he was right beside the window of the car, he had the greatest shock of his life. It was the heroine who saved him. Her face was streaked with tears as she clawed at the window, hoping to grab the attention of passer-bys. Part of Yunho wanted to approach the car, but another part of him told his body to run as quickly as possible. He was afraid of being beaten again. And he knew he would be no match against the strong-built man. Before he could react, his feet has quickly took him back to the orphanage, guilt gnawing on his conscience the whole time…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t assume I will let you off the hook after expelling a student who was involved with a fight concerning Yunho and your other classmates. There’ll be no unfair punishment here, especially to the one who led my daughter astray.” the Director inched closer to her, forcing his daughter to look at him in the eye. Xiaoxi’s pupils widened in horror as she understood what her father had wanted to do. Yunho, Li Yin and Junsu are all at risk of being expelled. And judging by her father’s tone, it doesn’t seem like he would stop at just expelling Yunho. “Don’t disturb any of them. I will do whatever you ask me to do when the project is over, so don’t expel them.” xiaoxi knew the only way to save the rest would be to sacrifice herself. Therefore, she would not hesitate. The Director straightened himself and grinned widely, a satisfied grin. “I will send you to Japan after your music project. You better get ready to bid everyone goodbye.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6375460481856742667-38072326672383020?l=reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/feeds/38072326672383020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6375460481856742667&amp;postID=38072326672383020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/38072326672383020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6375460481856742667/posts/default/38072326672383020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-pandora.blogspot.com/2009/08/better-or-worse.html' title='Better or Worse?'/><author><name>아유미</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SpjifNkwl6I/AAAAAAAABCE/OU-Q1GYBvWI/S220/yunhoicon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SmwsFBlghvI/AAAAAAAABBM/s1NC1kCMKhM/s72-c/EM_banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6375460481856742667.post-3030412157200498624</id><published>2009-07-26T18:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T18:12:43.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kind Intentions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SmwsFBlghvI/AAAAAAAABBM/s1NC1kCMKhM/s1600-h/EM_banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_l6VDj1Bn8/SmwsFBlghvI/AAAAAAAABBM/s1NC1kCMKhM/s320/EM_banner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362709721128142578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 24: Kind Intentions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggested song/music: No Break  - Crown J &amp; Lena Park&lt;br /&gt;(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MEM8ov1l6AA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swinging her legs back and forth as Junsu walked around his room tidying up here and there, Li Yin yawned. “I didn’t come here to watch you do spring cleaning. If you aren’t going to be trying out the song, I’m leaving.” Li Yin declared. Junsu immediately dropped the pile of books in his hand with a deafening ‘thud!’ as they land scattered all over the floor. Before she could react, Junsu had pulled her 
