<?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-7560593046852689063</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:04:31.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If We Had No Thumbs?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexanderyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7560593046852689063/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexanderyoon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>What If We Had No Thumbs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17951914943494248613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CVZG7-l9kA/SL5em-YX1tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ILNIE4Ak88U/S220/Neighbors.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560593046852689063.post-1642886858344025099</id><published>2010-05-23T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T22:37:33.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>t-minus 20 days until graduation.</title><content type='html'>.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7560593046852689063-1642886858344025099?l=alexanderyoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexanderyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/1642886858344025099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7560593046852689063&amp;postID=1642886858344025099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7560593046852689063/posts/default/1642886858344025099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7560593046852689063/posts/default/1642886858344025099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexanderyoon.blogspot.com/2010/05/t-minus-20-days-until-graduation.html' title='t-minus 20 days until graduation.'/><author><name>What If We Had No Thumbs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17951914943494248613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CVZG7-l9kA/SL5em-YX1tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ILNIE4Ak88U/S220/Neighbors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560593046852689063.post-6664569080985649146</id><published>2010-04-27T13:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T15:00:09.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed of Sound</title><content type='html'>Living in Hollywood.  I've decided to go against the grain.  I know I'll disappoint.  I love music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is now my fifth time attempting to blog since I've gotten back from Coachella.  Out of five attempts, all I've produced is the 4 sentence fragments above.  And now, right when I decide it's time to go to bed, NOPE.  It's 5:45am and I find myself blurry-eyed listening to Kleerup - Until We Bleed (feat. Lykke Li) in beast mode.  'Beast mode' to me indicates a time of pure focus in order to accomplish a goal; usually occurring when cleaning my room, getting shit done at Gateway after wasting 4 hours doing nothing, and in the wee hours of the morning when I tend to blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welps the song changed and now I can't seem to finish that thought haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now playing on iTunes: Phoenix - If I Ever Feel Better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It recently occurred to me how much music affects oneself.  From your mood to the movement of your feet, music changes everything.  You can be at the lowest of lows, but if &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; song comes on, you close your eyes for a split second and find peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coachella, wow.  Here's what ended up in my phone's memopad after the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Comparison of UCI me and Alex me.  Either always driving or riding shotgun.  On the way to Coachella I find myself sitting in the back seat.  The naked wizard with the giant clit.  In this car I'm an observer I'm a listener I'm a learner, but most importantly I'm a kid.  I don't feel any pressure to lead conversation, crack some jokes, or simply, entertain; and it's beautiful.  &lt;br /&gt;A musician should give his all.  Thousands of people here to see you, missing out on other artists who are giving their all just to see you.  Tiesto is a joke.  GORILLAZZZZZZZZZZ.  &lt;br /&gt;Jerks are a legacy.  Will always be.  Melyssa's golden experiences led her to be the parent she is.  We are who we are.  All comes together full circle.&lt;br /&gt;What if God were a she? Sing elvis presley - only fools rush in all day&lt;br /&gt;Coachella is awesome cuz you can be whoever you want to be and be as you are meant to be; free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...not really going to expand on any of those thoughts but they're definitely some good stories haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaskade once again showed me why he's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; DJ.  Getting to experience seeing him with the people I was with, standing there in that crowd, I couldn't have asked for anything else.  Oh and I forgot to mention...mashing in a dance circle with Kaskade playing live, epic.  Mad love to my roadie, always pushing me to do things I normally wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;Although I wasn't too familiar with their music,  Muse was an out of body experience.  Their set was unreal.  My face melted and I sang my heart out to every song, despite not knowing any of the lyrics.  I guess muse-ic has no language? Haha so corny.  And Gorillaz...  &lt;br /&gt;My oh my oh my, Gorillaz.  Kunal coined the experience best with the term, 'GAME-CHANGER'.  Their entire set, front to end was pure epicness.  The use of live sound, imagery, art, and even sign-language...genius.  The harmonic tunes of Clint Eastwood filled the air.  Drums.  Del.  Chorus.  "THE FUTURE IS COMING ON".  As I stood there, heart pounding, wide-eyed, emotionally flabbergasted, hands in the air, tears running down my face, and a smile like I've won the lottery, I found myself looking to Heaven, only able to utter the words, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt;.  In that moment, nothing mattered.  My worries, my negativity, my reality, all of it stood still.  All that mattered was what I felt.&lt;br /&gt;1. God&lt;br /&gt;2. Music&lt;br /&gt;3. Inspired&lt;br /&gt;I felt &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;.  I felt the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;music&lt;/span&gt;.  I felt &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;inspired&lt;/span&gt;...but for what?  To re-create that experience.  I want to be a part of a game-changer.  I need to pay it forward.   Spreading those feelings that words cannot describe, those feelings we Chameleons felt in those 90 minutes of Gorillaz, those feelings that got us so excited for life, is what it's all about.  Doin' it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a trip living on my own.  With the parents in Korea and only seeing them a month out of the year, I've come to realize how much they've trusted me.  It's this trust that I never want to break.  It's this trust that drives me to succeed.  It's this trust that drives me to never disappoint my parents.  If you know me you know I am the ultimate mama's boy.  Plain and simple, Mama Yoon is the love of my life.  As for pops, well, everything that you love about me you'll find in him.  Do work? Yeah, that's Charles.  I am their only son, their youngest, and I have to succeed.  It's now this feeling of possible disappointment that burdens my heart.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yooney Tunes!? Absurd".  This is the type of reaction I expect.  What do I do? When in doubt, gotta seek counsel from the wisest person I know.  I call Jennie and this is what she has to say to me: you've reached a point in your life where you have to choose to either live to please mom and dad or follow your heart.  Alex, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;go for it&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;It's funny, that's all I needed to hear.  That's my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents come home in June for graduation.  In the meantime I got sunshine in a bag, along with my vinyls, Serato box, headphones, and Macbook.  What's meant to be always finds a way to come about.  Hollywood, here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get the wheels in motion and do work. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; BEAST MODE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7560593046852689063-6664569080985649146?l=alexanderyoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexanderyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6664569080985649146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7560593046852689063&amp;postID=6664569080985649146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7560593046852689063/posts/default/6664569080985649146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7560593046852689063/posts/default/6664569080985649146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexanderyoon.blogspot.com/2010/04/speed-of-sound.html' title='Speed of Sound'/><author><name>What If We Had No Thumbs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17951914943494248613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CVZG7-l9kA/SL5em-YX1tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ILNIE4Ak88U/S220/Neighbors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560593046852689063.post-9125476348450225837</id><published>2009-12-03T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T23:28:18.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diversified to the point of no diversity?</title><content type='html'>Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7560593046852689063-9125476348450225837?l=alexanderyoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexanderyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/9125476348450225837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7560593046852689063&amp;postID=9125476348450225837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7560593046852689063/posts/default/9125476348450225837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7560593046852689063/posts/default/9125476348450225837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexanderyoon.blogspot.com/2009/12/diversified-to-point-of-no-diversity.html' title='Diversified to the point of no diversity?'/><author><name>What If We Had No Thumbs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17951914943494248613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CVZG7-l9kA/SL5em-YX1tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ILNIE4Ak88U/S220/Neighbors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560593046852689063.post-933319770310359060</id><published>2009-08-18T03:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T03:06:34.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Above and beyond...perfect.</title><content type='html'>Damn I've been wanting to blog for a while but the time hasn't felt right in a while, until effing 3:41am on Tuesday, the morning of my SPOP 8 TrLO (The real Last One)...I love it.&lt;div&gt;So I'm packing my stuff up getting ready to CP my last and final hall.  I have this sense of like total preparation, it's weird.  I used to get similar feelings the night before a big football or basketball game in high school.  I'm furiously packing my stuff, but taking my time as well...if that makes any sense to you haha.  Guess what song I find myself nodding for about 2 minutes to that came up on Pandora? &lt;b&gt;Above and Beyond - Can't Sleep.&lt;/b&gt;  I'm rockin' out at this point and a huge smile comes on my face as I realize I'm packing my shit up for the last time...last time to ever be able to be considered "employed" to a simple orientation program that has changed my life ever so.  Let me say that again, &lt;b&gt;changed my life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn, writing that just now has completely stopped my train of thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be continued? Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*continued 8/24/09 2:54am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Closed.  Well, technically there's still Vegas this weekend, but pretty much closed.  It's now a closed year, but is it also the close of my splife? Although I try not to think about it much, there's so much talk about "spop plans" for the future that it's hard not to.  But I know I have way too much other business that needs to be handled until I should even start thinking about that stuff.  I'm just gonna reiterate the point I think myself and Jamie tried to make at closing and it's that for those of you thinking of applying for returner, remember this.  There are &lt;b&gt;a lot&lt;/b&gt; of qualified candidates to be SPOP staffers but we are the ones blessed with the opportunity.  Although staffing halls is by far the best thing I've gotten to experience in my life, that is what your first year was for.  By that I mean to generalize "staffing halls" as any spop experience that any of the &lt;b&gt;other&lt;/b&gt; qualified candidates could have obtained if chosen (making new friends, impacting Freshmen, spoptics, a bomb ass summer, etc.).  Being a Returner truly has defined for me the meaning of "it's not about us".  Hopefully you don't need SPOP to enhance your college experience anymore because now you are equipped with not only better social skills, but with a 140 person support system.  It's time to utilize what you've learned in these 3 months elsewhere, spread that positivity and share your experiences (whether good or bad 'cuz either way you learn from them).  I'm not saying don't apply, I'm just saying apply for the right reasons, whatever those may be! Just please make sure you make the most out of this year and not just wait around for another magical spsummer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's that quote that goes something like "from the outside you don't understand it, from the inside you can't explain it" that tries to describe SPOP.  I've been thinking about that a lot lately after some conversations I've been having with people but I've come to 100% agree with that statement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In order to explain something you pretty much need words.  For me, words cannot express what SPOP has done to my life.  I believe the best way for me to express this impact is to live it. I hope that by living the positive changes in my life outwardly, people on the outside can at least vibe with me and feel that positivity.  Then hopefully they can get a glimpse of what this program has done for me and think positively not only of the members and program, but of life.  Like I said, there will always be haters.  Take their opinions into consideration, learn from it, and move on...no need to stress.  As long as &lt;b&gt;YOU &lt;/b&gt;truly&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;feel what you are doing is right, then that's all the opinion that matters. You'll never be able to explain to them but if they can witness an expression through your living, then no explanation necessary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn this year has been a trip.  Ended a &lt;b&gt;Gold&lt;/b&gt;en-age with some memories and people I will always have mad love for, finishing up a very challenging yet amazingly rewarding Social chair term,  beginning this rollercoaster of a ride called Presidency, my &lt;i&gt;THIS IS LIFE&lt;/i&gt; epiphany, and ending with a truly &lt;b&gt;Royal&lt;/b&gt; year...I am freakishly anxious for my 4th year.  If I handle my business, this year could contain the utmost joy, or epic tragedy if I don't lol.  But you know me, where would I be without this positive mindset? This year is going to be &lt;b&gt;above and beyond, &lt;/b&gt; I can't fucking wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yoon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I apologize if this blog is a little incoherent, inspiration struck during a time of exhaustion and deliriousness...&lt;3&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Asia Trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7560593046852689063-933319770310359060?l=alexanderyoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexanderyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/933319770310359060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7560593046852689063&amp;postID=933319770310359060' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7560593046852689063/posts/default/933319770310359060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7560593046852689063/posts/default/933319770310359060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexanderyoon.blogspot.com/2009/08/above-and-beyondperfect.html' title='Above and beyond...perfect.'/><author><name>What If We Had No Thumbs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17951914943494248613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CVZG7-l9kA/SL5em-YX1tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ILNIE4Ak88U/S220/Neighbors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560593046852689063.post-2560376387413112841</id><published>2009-05-23T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T06:55:51.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curiosity Is The First Step, It Opens Doors.</title><content type='html'>Inspiration has struck once again...damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6am, haven't slept at all.  Frank(my cousin/housemate) just sat and kicked it for 3 hours at home.  It's a beautiful thing when you can end your night at home in pure comfort.  The drive to arrowhead isn't even a factor right now as I sit here knowing I'm gonna be tired as fuck but who cares right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRAVE NEW VOICES. If you haven't seen this&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hbo special, hit me up and I'll personally watch it with you.  This show is the best thing to have hit TV in a long fucking time.  Check it out and please let me know what you think.  Seeing such &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;passionate&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;talented&lt;/span&gt; people talk about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;real shit &lt;/span&gt;is a 5-star 3 course meal for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soul&lt;/span&gt;.  Holla at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on such a rollercoaster ride of what we call life.  Everyday I wake up excited for the day to begin(usually it begins around 130pm because as you can see, I sleep a tad late). My likes/dislikes/turnons/turnoffs/tastes/mentality/perception...EVERYTHING is changing but at the same time, all focusing in a similar direction.  I feel like I'm finally falling deeper into what life has to offer and I'm falling &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hard.  &lt;/span&gt;I've recently had some crazy experiences with some of the dopest people who I'm so blessed to be friends with.  Btw, EDC night 1 June 26...oh lord.  Anyway, 3rd year in college is coming to an end and I feel like a new person.  If someone came up to me and told me I could go back in time and change anything that happened to me, positive or negative, I would tell them &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hell no&lt;/span&gt; because where I am today is a product of all the experiences I've had to go through.  Even the worst things in my life have impacted me and I wouldn't change it for the world because I am who I am right now, and I fucking love it.  The only thing I'm kind of struggling with is adapting to all these new changes in my life while remembering not to neglect any of my responsibilities.  It's really tough trying to work on #1 while trying to be actively involved with #s 2-200.  But, I put my faith in myself knowing that going at my own pace is the right thing to do and when the timing is right everything will fall into place.  Don't ever force yourself to be something you're not, or feel something you're not feeling yet.  Whatever that sentence may pertain to in your life, I really challenge you to think about it.  Everything has it's own timing and place, there's no need to change yourself in order to fit some standard or criteria.  I just watched Role Models for the first time tonight and I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loved it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part of the movie is "Fogul's" character.  That world of roleplay fighting and how passionate all these people were about it was truly inspiring.  Despite how made fun of, or frowned upon that fantasy land is by society, these people live it and love it.  They don't give a fuck what people think because that is what makes them truly happy...not working a 9-5pm job and making 6 figures, putting rims on their brand new Escalade, or getting straight A's in school.  These people were able to find true joy in something.  I feel that countless people go through the motions of life without ever finding &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;true joy&lt;/span&gt;.  You see the transformation of Paul Rudd's character as he understands that life is much more happier doing what you love instead of doing what society tells you to.  I'll be honest, I see those guys out by the flagpoles at UCI having lightsaber battles and I think to myself, "what dorks."  But damn, those guys are sick as fuck.  They're willing humiliation to do something that they're truly passionate for.  I personally find it extremely hard to get myself to do anything that I know people will make fun of me for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at is not t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e way to live.  &lt;/span&gt;If you're passionate about dancing, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just dance&lt;/span&gt;.  No matter how good or bad you are because at the end of the day, as long as YOU are enjoying your experience expressing yourself then fuck what other people think.  UCI produces so many amazing dancers because UCI fosters this community of positivity where anyone and everyone can feel okay at sucking at dancing because the people are so encouraging and downright dope as fuck.  Positivity is contagious, spread it.  This is a summation of what my good friend Time Machine Dineen told me while we were all fucked up in Vegas for my birthday; jf you analyze music and turn on the radio, 90% of the mainstream music you and I usually listen to is about "gettin pussy", "pop champagne bottles", or "spend massive amounts of money in order to be considered cool"...basically music that truly adds no benefit to your life.  I agree 100%.  This is why, if any of you know me, I am DEEPLY in love with house music.  Where has this amazingness been all my life?? Kaskade, David Guetta, Deadmau5...really kickback and relax while listening to this music for the feel and vibe and I hope you get where I'm coming from.  It's all love.&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with this.  Many people I bet feel like I'm turning into some house music loving hippie druggie weirdo and my respone is, that's fine.  Let me do me, let me figure out my shit and let me go t&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hrou&lt;/span&gt;gh this phase to truly see if it is a phase or not.  If you really do know me, then hopefully you trust that I'm responsible and have not only a good head on my shoulders, but the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best people&lt;/span&gt; surrounding my life.  My curiosity has led me to where I am today, but I'll never forget where I come from and my responsibilities.  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;THIS IS LIFe*...to t&lt;/span&gt;he fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Yoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7560593046852689063-2560376387413112841?l=alexanderyoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexanderyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2560376387413112841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7560593046852689063&amp;postID=2560376387413112841' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7560593046852689063/posts/default/2560376387413112841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7560593046852689063/posts/default/2560376387413112841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexanderyoon.blogspot.com/2009/05/curiosity-is-first-step-it-opens-doors.html' title='Curiosity Is The First Step, It Opens Doors.'/><author><name>What If We Had No Thumbs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17951914943494248613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CVZG7-l9kA/SL5em-YX1tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ILNIE4Ak88U/S220/Neighbors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560593046852689063.post-6774896318244505089</id><published>2009-04-22T02:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T03:17:18.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody Said It Was Easy, Noone Ever Said It Would Be This Hard</title><content type='html'>Damn, 3am and I just got done cleaning my room for 4 hours.  I randomly get on these OCD trips where if I start organizing my room, it's either go big or go home.  I cleaned out my closet and sure enough realized I only really wear about 2 jeans and 8 shirts...shopping anyone?  Money's tight as fuck right now though, especially with the birthday coming up.  May 15 big 21st birthday in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Las Vegas&lt;/span&gt; with all my close hommies, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't fucking wait&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My birthday weekend is honestly one of the few things keeping me going.  I've never felt so "not in school mode" before.  I'm sure it's cuz I'm trying to transition into this new thing called being President.  Presidency has kept me sooooo busy (which I knew it would) but I never expected it to be this bad.  You honestly can't really sleep well when you have hundreds of ideas running through your head.  I often find myself having to get out of bed and writing down an idea of mine just so I don't forget.  I'm pretty much in my 7th week as President of SAE, feels like it's been a year already.  From my experiences thus far in the chapter, I can honestly say I feel that we are growing into something that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will &lt;/span&gt;be great.  Don't get me wrong, Cal Psi is the very best but when I dwell upon my vision of what I think the chapter &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could &lt;/span&gt;be, we ain't shit yet.  There are so many problems, or at least what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;think are problems, to tackle that it makes it hard to focus on one thing at a time.  I definitely did underestimate the difficulty of being "in charge" of 80 other guys, most whom are completely different from myself and therefore making my life that much harder....but so much more worth it.&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, when you're challenged mentally, physically, emotionally, and spiritually, you are susceptible to the most growth.  The thing I am most thankful for is meeting peers who challenge me.  I wouldn't be where I am today if I hadn't met all the people I've met because I truly believe 1 person, no matter how significant or important they are in your life, has the ability to change your life.  I accredit most of my networking to SAE and SPOP, the two experiences that have undoubtedly molded me into who I am today and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fuckin a,&lt;/span&gt; I'm proud of who I've turned into, and you should be too.   Everyone is who they are for a reason and it is those times of interaction where you realize those reasons.  If SAE was full of guys like me, we would suck.  Nobody to challenge decisions, thinking, rationale, we'd all be lazy, and 100% Korean.  We'd definitely be known as Same Asians Everywhere and probably get unchartered by our Nationals because everyone knows everyones' Nationals were founded by racist White people.  The point is, I've learned to always be yourself because eventually, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yourself will be who you were always meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like there's always so much to do.  I think that's why when I get these urges to get something done, I'll choose to either not to do it or go full out because I know I have to pick and choose my battles wisely or else I'll burn myself out.  Wow if you've read this much I truly apologize, this blog was more of me trying to just speak my mind and get random thoughts out of my head.  I'll leave you with something you should know about me, enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm&lt;br /&gt;Phi Alpha born&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Phi Alpha bred&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whe&lt;/span&gt;n I die&lt;br /&gt;I'll be&lt;br /&gt;Phi Alpha dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Yoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7560593046852689063-6774896318244505089?l=alexanderyoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexanderyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6774896318244505089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7560593046852689063&amp;postID=6774896318244505089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7560593046852689063/posts/default/6774896318244505089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7560593046852689063/posts/default/6774896318244505089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexanderyoon.blogspot.com/2009/04/nobody-said-it-was-easy-noone-ever-said.html' title='Nobody Said It Was Easy, Noone Ever Said It Would Be This Hard'/><author><name>What If We Had No Thumbs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17951914943494248613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CVZG7-l9kA/SL5em-YX1tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ILNIE4Ak88U/S220/Neighbors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560593046852689063.post-7060979660839159813</id><published>2008-12-30T02:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T03:37:02.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Focused Distraction</title><content type='html'>Kinda ironic isn't it? Or is the right word an anomaly?  Usually when you're trying to focus, you don't want to be distracted.  Well I seem to have a focused distraction on my hands and it can be quite annoying, but also quite pleasant.  Currently, it's 2:31am on 12/30/08.  I love getting inspired to write blogs late at night don't I? Haha well I'll definitely keep this shorter than my last one (thank you to those who read it!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College, weird.  This is what my mind is saying over and over again...college, weird.  Up until this year, all my life I've heard "wow I want to go back to college so bad" or "gosh I hate the real world and having a full-time job, if only I could relive college again" and I've 100% agreed with it.  I feel that way kind of with high school.  I LOVED high school and I attribute most of that love to playing Basketball, Football, ASB, and my friends.  No matter how much fun I have in college, I would go back to high school in an instant just to play one more Football game.  Here comes the nostalgia haha.  Anyway, what I'm trying to say is at this moment in time in my life, I feel as if I'm graduating this year.  What I'm truly FEELING is too hard to explain, it's weird.  I've had the most amazing first 2 years in college anyone could have ever asked for.  I'm having the time of my life and I'm truly immersed in the process of exploration and finding out who Alexander Hyun Yoon really is.  However, I guess this process has led me to this disposition of sitting here on this laptop trying to rid my mind of this heavy weight I feel.  This weight consisting of career plans, life, the present and the future.  ALL I THINK ABOUT IS WHAT I'M GOING TO DO WHEN I GRADUATE AND IT'S DRIVING ME NUTS...but I like it.  Again, weird.  My biggest distraction during Finals week, a time where I need to be focused, was researching culinary schools, internships, finding people on LinkedIn, updating my resume, etc.  Now although I want to be disappointed in myself for not focusing on my studying and getting distracted, I can't be because it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;focused distraction&lt;/span&gt;.  Get what I'm trying to say? It's not like I was playing games, going on Facebook, etc...well actually I did go on Facebook a lot haha damnit.  Anyway, it's not like I was focused on a meaningless distraction ya dig? I was focused on my future life, which at the time was considered a distraction because in my present life at the time, I had to be studying.  Kinda confusing, I know, but stay with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What led me to write this blog was that I noticed that a large proportion of my time online has transitioned from what I like to call, immature web-surfing to meaningful research.  I was on LinkedIn, Facebook, and SAE Gentlemen's Circle for about 2 hours straight just reading about different people, their jobs, companys, connnections, adding friends, etc.  I stopped myself because my eyes were getting blurry and realized, during the rubbing of my eyes, the use of a large portion of my spare time has changed drastically and it's...you guessed it, weird.  Am I growing up? Is that what's happening? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to slow down&lt;/span&gt; if that's the case.  I never thought I'd be saying this but I need to stop overlooking my 3rd and 4th year of college and enjoy it while it's still in my grasp.  Again, I always agreed when people refer to college as a "time they wish they had back."  I've been living it up thus far and it's been amazing and it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; how much I've been looking past it.  Currently, I feel as if I want to hurry up and begin the real world and get a job and make real money.  I'm tired of allowance, I'm tired of small paychecks, I WANT THE BIG BUCKS BABY. But, why am I in such a rush? I can think of a few reasons but when I really sit down and clear my mind, I know I need to be here in the now and my career can wait.  Don't get me wrong, I believe college is a time for you to find your passions and prepare a plan to pursue them, but if this process leads you astray from the present, stop, take a breathe, and take a look around.  I once was talking with a very good friend of mine and she was telling me how she wants to graduate this year (as a Junior) and pursue her passion in writing.  I was very happy for her because through many trials and tribulations, she's found some sort of direction in her life.  However, my best advice to her was to slow down and smell the roses.  (Switching to present tense cuz she's still the same way) She is so focused on driving straight forward on the road to achieving her goals, that she's not noticing any of the amazing scenery around the freeway.  To sum it up, I need to not be a hypocrite and take my own advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this blog was going to be about me expressing to you what I want to do for my career and venting all these ideas and thoughts out onto a canvas.  I guess through writing this blog, I've realized something greater.  The story of my friend just came to me at the end of this and it just reminded me of my advice.  Haha I guess blogging really does work because I feel better just from writing down my sporatic thoughts...I don't want to say it but, w.e.i.r.d.  I wish for all of you to experience all the great things college has to offer, through that I hope you find your passions and bring them to tangibility through research and planning.  And by all means, if an opportunity arises then grab that shit ASAP.  However, realize college comes by only once and you have your whole life to work, make money and be a grown-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm the type that doesn't edit the content of his blog because I basically just write whatever's on my mind and well my mind is all over the place tonight so my blog probably is as well so sorry if it's confusing!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Yoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7560593046852689063-7060979660839159813?l=alexanderyoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexanderyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7060979660839159813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7560593046852689063&amp;postID=7060979660839159813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7560593046852689063/posts/default/7060979660839159813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7560593046852689063/posts/default/7060979660839159813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexanderyoon.blogspot.com/2008/12/focused-distraction.html' title='A Focused Distraction'/><author><name>What If We Had No Thumbs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17951914943494248613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CVZG7-l9kA/SL5em-YX1tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ILNIE4Ak88U/S220/Neighbors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7560593046852689063.post-3207044753120629928</id><published>2008-09-01T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T03:37:29.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about making memories.</title><content type='html'>This is my first time blogging so please bear with me as my cherry pop locks and drops it.  Oh and I'm definitely nowhere near a good writer so yeah...here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight/today is 8/31-9/1 at about 2:30am, the start of September and boy, what a way to start off the month.  I'm sitting here writing my first blog because for some reason I felt inspired by the turn of events of tonight.  A few Gold year heads are kickin it at my place (Kduh, Sonia, Jhust, Tomo, Mama Jungle, Heather, Harry, Jason, Nick) and they're downstairs playing NCAA 2009 and smoking hookah.  Today has been a big day of reflecting for me but it's only been here and there cuz I haven't had time to sit down and really reflect on this summer and my life thus far so as I'm writing this, it's basically my reflection time.  I guess I'll go on with the story of how I got to the point of writing this blog (online journal...=]) I was in the shower while everyone was drinking/smoking/kickin it and I remember hearing it get all quiet.  I got nervous cuz I thought the cops came so I jumped out the shower quick and I could hear Sonia calling out my name.  I didn't know what to think so when I saw everyone they were just dead silent staring at me, and Sonia was laying on the ground all sad.  So I knew the cops weren't here so I was super relieved.  Next thing I hear is someone mention that the hookah coals spilled, but I've dealt with spilled coals before and it's never been THAT bad so I didn't think much of it until...I saw my mom's $1200 dining table.  There are unrepairable black burn marks all over the tabletop...fuck.  All these thoughts went into my mind like " how am I going to fix this before my mom comes home on the 15th" or "what excuse sounds most legitimate" but then I saw little ol' Sonia like I've never seen her before.  She was lookin sooo bummed out and so worried, well actually I couldn't really see her face that well cuz she buried it into one of my towel cabinets haha.  I pulled her aside and we talked and I didn't feel one ounce of anger or anything towards her, I know right? Kinda weird.  As we were talking I just kept telling her it was alright and not a big deal and she kept saying I was being fake and just pretending to not be mad but in all honesty, I truly was being genuine.  She's still (an hour later) being all mopy but I hope she knows that I really am not mad at all cuz honestly it could happen to anyone.  So as me Jungle and Kduh were on the computer checking out ethanallen.com for a new table, Kduh looks out the window and sees a cop car parking in front of my house...fuck again.  The last experience I had with the police at my house was when I had like 6 friends over and we were kickin it and I guess we were being loud that my neighbor complained.  The cops came and my sister answered the door (I love you Jennie!) and they were being huge douschebags like threatening her that if we got another complaint she would be sitting on the cold hard floor of a jail cell, stuuuupid shit like that.  And she's 24! Imagine what I was thinking as I was walking down to meet the police as a 20 yr old living alone at his parent's house...yeah.  So I meet the cops and luckily, THEY WERE SO CHILL! They told me they got a call regarding a woman screaming yelling for help, and they thought it was coming from my house.  I told them nothing like that has come from my house.  So they wanted to look around and talk to the people inside so I let them (what was I gonna do, say no they can't come in after they said they heard about screams of a woman saying help me?) and they asked a couple questions and so I guess what happened was as I was in the shower and as Sonia was causing a ruckus burning my house down (her new nickname is Ruckus by the way), she started screaming out of fright and anxiety and my backdoor was open so my neighbor down below me interpreted that as a woman screaming for help...I believe that Sonia sounded similar haha.  So the cops left and they were way mellow so I'm totally relieved as I write this.  Even the whole table incident, I'm not stressing.  I don't know what it is, but I'm on this new thing called "positivity", you should try it haha.  The title of this post is "It's all about making memories" and that's what I kept telling everyone.  This night will never be forgotten and that's what so tight about tonight in my opinion.  Not the fact that I'm fucked when my parents come home, or the cops have my information, but the fact that these 9 people were here to share this night with me and we can look back on it and remember the night when Sonia ruined everything, much like how Jaime ruined Staffline =).  The craziest thing to me is that these 9 people were ALL people I met this summer, and people I never thought I'd be tight with.  Here goes my transition into another topic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer has been one crazy ride in all senses of that phrase.  From staffing, to spoptics, to .5's, to my spoppers, to drama, to friendships I've made, to friendships I've missed out on, to friendships yet to come,...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this has been the best summer of my life&lt;/span&gt;.  I went to church for the first time today in honestly 7 months probably.  And I probably wouldn't have gone if it wasn't for Kduh and Jeff this morning waking my lazy ass up to go to Newsong at 1150, in which we finally got there at 1215, fashionably late is what I call it.  So when I talk about reflection I guess it became more apparent that I needed to reflect after today's service.  This whole summer would not have been made possible if it weren't for Him (sounds like an Oscar's acceptance speech).  I never sat down to truly thank Him for all the experiences I had this summer and all the growth I've gone through.  I've never been so "glass is half full" in my life.  Maybe it's that I'm maturing, or maybe it's cuz of SPOP, or maybe it's cuz of the people I've chose to surround myself with...whatever it is, I'm so lucky and privileged to have experienced what I have experienced and what I've taken away from the summer.  The sermon today was about being selfless and reaching out to others and sharing wisdom and being there for them.  At first when we left, I didn't feel that the message really pertained to me cuz I do not feel like I'm a selfish person and I can truly say I am always down to help someone out when they're in need.  And I agree with what Jeff said and that was that you need to work on yourself before you can go out and help others.  But what I soon realized when me Kduh and Jeff were at Flamebroiler for lunch was that I think the deeper meaning was when we get a chance to experience growth and have knowledge dropped on us, we need to pay it forward and not be selfish by absorbing it solely for ourselves.  Take what you've learned and pass it on is I guess what I'm trying to say.  I am so lucky to have matured this way and taken this path in not only my college career but in life and God has blessed me with so much.  For those of you who are in similar shoes as I am, spread the wealth! There are so many people who have yet to feel the positivity movement and see the glass as half empty.  I challenge myself and you to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;ut&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; L&lt;/span&gt;eave &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;oubt and share with others your experiences and what you've learned and hopefully they can take something away from your talk.  People make fun, and so do I sometimes that in SPOP there are so many freakin heart to hearts cuz there really are.  But honestly, it's in those moments where the people engaging in deep conversation are paying it forward and being selfless by sharing their knowledge to one another, and I think of heart to hearts as basically the bridge between two evergrowing minds.  In the end, I think it's those intense conversations that you'll always remember and gain something from, much more than those nights of partying or chillin at home alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is getting corny haha thank you to those who took the time to see my cherry burst.  Special shoutout to my mother Christina "Jungle" Jung, you have done so much for me and I can truly say much of my growth and time spent in SPOP is cause of you.  Thank you for being my mother and thank you for being my friend, I LOVE YOU JUNGLE! P.S. you're sooooo drunk right now at 3:27am hahaha =)&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. Kduh and Tomo are trying to tickle you while you're sitting in a funny turtle position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to end this with my 2 most favorite quotes of all time (I know, cheesy right?):&lt;br /&gt;"Everything happens for a reason.  Every action has a reaction.  Always remember that whats meant to be will always find a way to come about."&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;You must be the change you wish to see in this world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Yoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7560593046852689063-3207044753120629928?l=alexanderyoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexanderyoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3207044753120629928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7560593046852689063&amp;postID=3207044753120629928' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7560593046852689063/posts/default/3207044753120629928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7560593046852689063/posts/default/3207044753120629928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexanderyoon.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-all-about-making-memories.html' title='It&apos;s all about making memories.'/><author><name>What If We Had No Thumbs?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17951914943494248613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8CVZG7-l9kA/SL5em-YX1tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ILNIE4Ak88U/S220/Neighbors.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
