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<title><![CDATA[Ultimate MindManager Capture Tool - Teaser]]></title>
<pubDate>Tue, 16 Aug 2016 01:30:00 -0700</pubDate>
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<a href="http://blog.openfirst.org/blogs/32">Eric Mack On-Line</a>
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Remember Actioneer? That was a great digital capture tool. It captured information in a pop-up box, parsed it, and pasted it into your PIM. Unfortunately, Actioneer is no longer in the digital capture tools market. <br /> <br /> This tool, &#91;name withheld to build suspense and milk this blog post for all I can&#93; does something similar, only it captures directly into MindManager maps! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> Now that's cool! <br /> <br /> Full video screenshow preview coming soon.<br>Eric  Mack's personal blog<br><br><br>Originally posted on <a href="http://www.ericmackonline.com">Eric Mack Online</a>
 

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<title><![CDATA[I think I'd rather never hear that song again...I almost started crying when I heard it.]]></title>
<pubDate>Sun, 07 Sep 2008 22:11:00 -0700</pubDate>
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<a href="http://blog.openfirst.org/blogs/132">une statue de marbre me conduit par la main...</a>
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<br>Meh. What started out as a good weekend has sort of deteriorated into a mediocre weekend. I did laundry and watched Veronica Mars and collected money and put my laundry away and did some homework and cooked food and still have to clean the kitchen. Being a responsible adult gets a bit weary. The apartment got cleaned this weekend too. Sam, Greta, and I (with some help from Eric) cleaned. Krieger played Eve / Spore. 8 got me flowers. :) It was nice. I also got to see some of Meggie this weekend! Which is exciting. I greatly enjoy the company of non-Cohort people as I am constantly surrounded by Cohort.<br /><br />We had a cake for Jwatzman today. Happy Birthday Jwatzman! The cake was not a lie. It was delicious and moist. And there is one slice left. Though I suspect it will not be there for long. I graded for 111. Meh. I still have yet to tackle the homework assignment grading. All I've done is recitation and quizzes.<br /><br />I'm doing alg. structures and should be doing French as well. Except I'm not really sure what the French hw is... Dr. Youngs sent an e-mail telling us to bring the maps to class... But didn't say anything else. Oh well.<br /><br />This week should be very busy. Tomorrow I have stuff straight from 9:30 to 5:30. Then maybe I'll take a nap at R7. I have a French paper due Friday as well as bitlab and a 212 assignment 1, calc hw due Tuesday? Wednesday?, math software due Tuesday, grading for 111 due soon. French hw approximately every day...<br /><br />Mrrrr...I don't want to finish structures or clean the kitchen.
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<pubDate>Sun, 07 Sep 2008 21:31:41 -0700</pubDate>
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<a href="http://blog.openfirst.org/blogs/322">???</a>
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<br>Oh, what did I do today, you ask? Well...<br /><br />I woke up and ate a bagel. Then I met Josh and Ellen in Chinatown and inhaled too much dim sum. After they left my apartment I went to a barbecue and had two burgers...after my salad. We left the barbecue to race to a first-month birthday party 10-course banquet dinner. After kissing the baby goodbye, we drove into the Back Bay to have drinks and birthday cake with Kendra and coworkers. Needless to say, I am...now on my way to Quincy to pick up leftover food from my parent's house.<br /><br />Too much.<br />The end.<br /><br />//Sent via Blackberry//
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<pubDate>Sun, 07 Sep 2008 21:21:58 -0700</pubDate>
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<a href="http://blog.openfirst.org/blogs/328">It could happen to you</a>
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<br>"I have the coolest brother there is and a Best friend named Shelley. I think you are defined by who you associate with. You want to know me, you need to meet them."<br /><br />the difficulty is that I really want to know them, so I am franticly trying to meet those who define them, but he won't let me get any closer, and I can't help but think that I'm not the person I used to be
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<pubDate>Sun, 07 Sep 2008 19:08:24 -0700</pubDate>
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<a href="http://blog.openfirst.org/blogs/47">Rick</a>
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<br><ul class="loudtwitter"><li><em>14:24</em> My flight is delayed two and a half hours.  I'm very annoyed. <a href="http://twitter.com/sybert1ger/statuses/912797979">#</a></li> <li><em>17:01</em> Flight cancelled. Rebooked at 5pm. Stupid broken airplane. <a href="http://twitter.com/sybert1ger/statuses/912921342">#</a></li> <li><em>20:25</em> Rick vs Airport.nRound 2. nFIGHT! <a href="http://twitter.com/sybert1ger/statuses/913078801">#</a></li></ul>Automatically shipped by <a href="http://www.loudtwitter.com">LoudTwitter</a>
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<title><![CDATA[Dear management of WIS Television,]]></title>
<pubDate>Sun, 07 Sep 2008 17:29:00 -0700</pubDate>
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<br>Watch this evening's sports report from the 6:00 news.  I know it's the Sunday show, when folks are more inclined to phone it in, but this was just sloppy.  If I had a nickel for every time my face hit my palms in a I-can't-believe-they-made-that-bad-a-mistake moment, I could at least buy a gumball.  Maybe a can of soda.<br /><br />Seriously, guys, step it up.
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<pubDate>Sun, 07 Sep 2008 14:53:17 -0700</pubDate>
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<a href="http://blog.openfirst.org/blogs/179">Reaching out to embrace the random</a>
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<br>Okay, so here's a rundown of this weekend.<br /><br />Props go to Lisa and Kristina for saving my ass when they came over and hemmed my pants Friday night at midnight.... We wont go into that... I couldn't actually do it myself because there is a specific height they have to be in relation to the spats that we wear over our shoes. <br /><br />So it's Saturday morning, I'm getting ready and everything. It's 8:30 and I got a call from my section leader saying that our call time was 8:30. Apparently he had sent out an e-mail saying such. I didn't receive that e-mail and he just told me that it was in place until we know everyone can show up at 8:45. So, I actually got to the field on time (after one of my shoulder buttons came off and started realizing that the midnight hemming job wasn't going to hold up).<br /><br />The hem wasn't staying up, but my section leader was pretty okay with it, he just said to get it fixed by the next game. I will be sure to do that.<br /><br />So, we had a short rehearsal and then marched from the drill field to the Slayter center for  &quot;Thrill on the Hill&quot;. We stood on stage for a while, played a couple of songs while our director talked to the audience. It was at this time when I realized where I was. I was in a Purdue All-American Marching Band uniform on game day. Holy shit. So afterwards we got about 15 minutes to eat (one of the alto parents brought food and gatorade &lt;3) before we lined up to march to the stadium.<br /><br />We marched to the north end where the parking lots are and where the public enters and we played another short little concert there. We marched back down around the stadium to our very special entrance. As we were marching in, one of the upperclassmen said &quot;If you don't have goosebumps right now, you don't belong here!&quot;. We marched across the field and then got ready for pre-game. We did our pre-game show and I got goosebumps when we played Hail Purdue! and formed the block P. We sing the chorus and everyone sang along. It was ridiculous and awesome.<br /><br />So, we went to our designated stands behind one of the end-zones and did typical bleacher tune stuff. Then we performed half-time. Yeah. Okay cool.<br /><br />After the game (we won 42-10, by the way. It's the first time I've seen my school's football team win in two years... kinda sad) we sprinted back onto the field for a post-game show. We turned and marched straight off the field out of the stadium to one of the fountains right in front of the Hall of Administration. We performed again right there. After that, we were finally done. We started at 8:45 and finished at 4:00...<br /><br />Overall, it was tiring, but very rewarding because people actually care about us here.
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<a href="http://blog.openfirst.org/blogs/166">Rhubarb's Journal</a>
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<br>Derby is going good.  I got to be a ref for my first bout (game) yesterday.  I wasn?t making any calls - I was doing scorekeeping.  This is good since I?m still learning when to make certain calls and all the hand signals.  Also it wasn?t a full game, it was an expo bout as a sort of fundraiser / community service which took off all the pressure of the whole first time thing.  It was a lot of fun.<br /><br />The team is considering putting me in charge of one of the committees already in addition to being a ref, which is a lot like a coach for practices.  They want me to head the financial side of things, which would let me sit in on and have a voice in their management meetings.  Derby teams are owned and ran by the players and they have to keep a certain percentage of their top people as players (ie women) so having a position that is essentially equal to the vp is a big thing for them since they can only have so many men that are that involved.  Refs don?t count as players.  It would be the highest I could go up the chain.  I?m pretty sure I?ll do it, I just want to make sure I have the time to devote to it before I run (probably unopposed) for the position.
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<pubDate>Sun, 07 Sep 2008 02:08:25 -0700</pubDate>
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<a href="http://blog.openfirst.org/blogs/49">rockets fall on rocket falls</a>
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<br>So I'm all moved into college and everything. I started classes on Tuesday.<br /><br />French- I haven't actually met my French teacher yet... apparently she couldn't make it the first week of class, so we ended up with the same professor I had last semester.  Our real one will be back Monday though.<br />Swedish- This class is gonna be awesome.  The teacher is really enthusiastic and I'm really liking the language so far, although I haven't learned much.. just the alphabet, numbers, and some basic questions/answers (fråga/svar)<br />Data Structures & Algorithms- Regardless of whether the professor says he's trying to make this less of a weeder course, I'm still a little terrified.  I'm definitely gonna have to brush up on my programming skills because I've lost a lot of the fluency I had at the end of 280. I should be fine as long as I remain diligent. <br /><br />As far as other things... my social life <i>should</i> be a bit better this year.  I'll hang out with Christina and her friends some, plus my hall is starting to be a little more social ever since the hall meeting we had the other day.<br /><br />Megan came up to visit me on Thursday... that was really cool except that my body decided to wake up with a horrible cold on Thursday morning that still hasn't quite left.  I'm not such an entertaining person when I'm sick... I felt really bad.  We took a really long walk through the arb which was fun because I haven't really been back there at all, and didn't realize how big/cool it is.<br /><br />Felt a little better when I woke up this morning, luckily, because we went to the football game against Miami (Ohio).  We played a pretty terrible game, but still managed to pull it off, so that was good. I think I've pretty much filled my football quota for the year though, it's only hockey games from here on out.<br /><br />I'll try to take some pictures of my room at some point and post them here after we get our final two posters... it's looking pretty cool. Especially the ~7ft Bill Cosby poster featured in my facebook picture.
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<pubDate>Sun, 07 Sep 2008 00:34:14 -0700</pubDate>
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<a href="http://blog.openfirst.org/blogs/30">Checksum Arcanius</a>
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<br>After going for a run around Greenlake and feeling thoroughly gassed, Bobby and I watched Primer, one of my favorite movies of all time. Every time I watch it, I understand more and more. This visual timeline that Theo pointed me to certainly helped this time, but I also picked up on a lot of [...]
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<a href="http://blog.openfirst.org/blogs/30">Checksum Arcanius</a>
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<br>Today I had the opportunity to attend the BYU vs UW football game at Husky Stadium. Having attended both universities, I was pretty excited to go out and be able to cheer no matter what happened. For the event, I wore my UW shorts, UW Class of 2008 Shirt, and my BYU hat. Given that [...]
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<pubDate>Sun, 07 Sep 2008 00:12:43 -0700</pubDate>
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<a href="http://blog.openfirst.org/blogs/179">Reaching out to embrace the random</a>
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<br><a href="http://www.purdueband.com/play.php?vid=428">http://www.purdueband.com/play.php?vid=428</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.purdueband.com/play.php?vid=429">http://www.purdueband.com/play.php?vid=429</a>
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<a href="http://blog.openfirst.org/blogs/179">Reaching out to embrace the random</a>
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<br>Done with our first game and my feet are sore, my legs ache, and I look like I&nbsp;jumped in a pool with my clothes on.<br /><br />I woke my roommate up when&nbsp;I came back and he asked me if it was raining outside.
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<title><![CDATA[Chimera wire]]></title>
<pubDate>Sat, 06 Sep 2008 11:58:28 -0700</pubDate>
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<a href="http://blog.openfirst.org/blogs/166">Rhubarb's Journal</a>
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<br>I was looking through my bin-o-wires today looking for a power cord when I cam across a dongle that looked a little odd to me.  On one end the wire Y-ed out into two plugs - the first being a yellow video cable for composite video, the other a round power plug that you might plug into a pair of cheap speakers or other relatively small device.  The other end of the cable is a ps/2 end.  At first I thought it was s-video, but upon trying to plug it in I discovered the true identity.  It even has a picture of a mouse on it so you know which ps/2 port to use...<br /><br />Not only do I not know what this goes to, but I have no clue how it even works.
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<pubDate>Sat, 06 Sep 2008 09:30:14 -0700</pubDate>
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<a href="http://blog.openfirst.org/blogs/27">Relatos de Experiências</a>
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<a href="http://blog.openfirst.org/blogs/149">Mistress of the Dorkness</a>
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<pubDate>Sat, 06 Sep 2008 02:01:52 -0700</pubDate>
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<a href="http://blog.openfirst.org/blogs/217">Life is a road and love is a car</a>
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<br>"We have all the qualities necessary for being old; we just have to wait."<br /><br />"The thing about nine ball is that you use balls one through nine."<br /><br />- Timothy "T-Bone" Flannigan
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<pubDate>Sat, 06 Sep 2008 00:57:46 -0700</pubDate>
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<a href="http://blog.openfirst.org/blogs/217">Life is a road and love is a car</a>
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<br><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3043/2832459864_5e0e606b70.jpg?v=0" /><br />Where is your god now? Bwa ha ha ha!<br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3140/2831622793_cf5b7769c0.jpg?v=0" /><br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3192/2832460956_a10f8e9943.jpg?v=0" /><br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3146/2831624657_d89f782921.jpg?v=0" /><br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3211/2832461526_8ee219dd36.jpg?v=0" /><br />I'd hate to be on the wrong side of those.<br /><br />I found this guy in the stairwell of my apartment complex. He's the biggest praying mantis I've ever seen face to face. He had to be at least 4 inches long, maybe 5. I was really taken aback by the amount of structure his body had. The little ones I used to catch outside my bedroom window when I was a kid always had green, fairly soft looking bodies but this guy looked like he had a shell like a crab. Anyway, in exchange for letting me shove a lens in his face, I took him back outside.
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<pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 23:15:10 -0700</pubDate>
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<a href="http://blog.openfirst.org/blogs/83">Chris Brooks</a>
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Or at least it seems that way this time of year, though no regrets. My typical day
these days: up at 5:30am, carpool downtown at 6:30am, work until about 4pm, then to
football practice until 8:30pm. Things will lighten up with school back in - only
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Check back soon for football photos!
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<pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 21:39:46 -0700</pubDate>
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<a href="http://blog.openfirst.org/blogs/200">The Life of a PurpleBlobofGoo</a>
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<br>I feel myself being left behind. The things I used to value aren't the things that I value in life anymore. <br /><br />I don't want to fit the mold. I don't want to follow in line. My life has been defined by following the normal path of life. High school. College. You do certain things at certain times. I've never had enough balls to disobey the cycle, but it's really not fitting what I want to do right now. <br /><br />I honestly feel like it's a phase, something I need to get out of my system, this attraction to the urban environment, this attraction to a certain type of people.<br /><br />Honest to God, the weekends I spent this summer at Christa's were life-defining. I was satisfied with my life at UNC, but not entirely happy, but I didn't realize the extend of my dissatisfied-ness until I started spending more time there.<br /><br />True, I made a mess of my personal life in Richmond. But the mistakes I made have taught me way more than I learned in the past 4 years of dating John.<br /><br />I'm not sure that UNC is the place for me right now. I know, however, that Richmond won't be the place for me for the next 3 years of my life, so it's not that I want to transfer. I love UNC in a way that no one other than a student here can understand.<br /><br />In a perfect world, I'd take off this semester and just spend time in Richmond and work some (my original plan for this summer, ironically). But this is where my scholarship becomes both a blessing and a curse. It is true that it gives me a full ride to UNC, but it also ties me for the next 4 years to this school. <br /><br />I don't know. I'm having issues with myself. What do I want out of life? I'm unsure.
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<pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 16:30:43 -0700</pubDate>
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<a href="http://blog.openfirst.org/blogs/97">The Long Tail</a>
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<title><![CDATA[The three kinds of FREE]]></title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 15:18:40 -0700</pubDate>
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<br>It's been a long time since I've done this...<br /><br />(Stolen from <span class='ljuser' lj:user='kage_ookami' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://kage-ookami.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://kage-ookami.livejournal.com/'><b>kage_ookami</b></a></span>)<br /><br />RULES:<br />1. There are 30 questions.<br />2. Next to each number, write only the name of the person who fits.<br />3. Answer one question with one name.<br />4. Don't tell the questions to anyone who isn't doing the meme. <br /><br />1. <span class='ljuser' lj:user='aoi_tenshi' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://aoi-tenshi.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://aoi-tenshi.livejournal.com/'><b>aoi_tenshi</b></a></span><br />2. <span class='ljuser' lj:user='tvcatbarn' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://tvcatbarn.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://tvcatbarn.livejournal.com/'><b>tvcatbarn</b></a></span><br />3. <span class='ljuser' lj:user='smellyheifer' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://smellyheifer.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://smellyheifer.livejournal.com/'><b>smellyheifer</b></a></span><br />4. <span class='ljuser' lj:user='redwheelbarrow' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://redwheelbarrow.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://redwheelbarrow.livejournal.com/'><b>redwheelbarrow</b></a></span><br />5. <span class='ljuser' lj:user='mizzfreestyle' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://mizzfreestyle.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://mizzfreestyle.livejournal.com/'><b>mizzfreestyle</b></a></span><br />6. <span class='ljuser' lj:user='loitered' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://loitered.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://loitered.livejournal.com/'><b>loitered</b></a></span><br />7. <span class='ljuser' lj:user='smellie_kat' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://smellie-kat.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://smellie-kat.livejournal.com/'><b>smellie_kat</b></a></span><br />8. <span class='ljuser' lj:user='otherjoseph' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://otherjoseph.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://otherjoseph.livejournal.com/'><b>otherjoseph</b></a></span><br />9. <span class='ljuser' lj:user='kage_ookami' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://kage-ookami.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://kage-ookami.livejournal.com/'><b>kage_ookami</b></a></span><br />10. <span class='ljuser' lj:user='chocomintswirl' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://chocomintswirl.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://chocomintswirl.livejournal.com/'><b>chocomintswirl</b></a></span><br />11. <span class='ljuser' lj:user='swordmage88' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://swordmage88.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://swordmage88.livejournal.com/'><b>swordmage88</b></a></span><br />12. <span class='ljuser' lj:user='kage_ookami' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://kage-ookami.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://kage-ookami.livejournal.com/'><b>kage_ookami</b></a></span><br />13. <span class='ljuser' lj:user='otherjoseph' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://otherjoseph.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://otherjoseph.livejournal.com/'><b>otherjoseph</b></a></span><br />14. <span class='ljuser' lj:user='freckled_kisses' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://freckled-kisses.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://freckled-kisses.livejournal.com/'><b>freckled_kisses</b></a></span><br />15. <span class='ljuser' lj:user='chiisu0yaoifan' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://chiisu0yaoifan.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://chiisu0yaoifan.livejournal.com/'><b>chiisu0yaoifan</b></a></span><br />16. <span class='ljuser' lj:user='epchacon' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://epchacon.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://epchacon.livejournal.com/'><b>epchacon</b></a></span><br />17. <span class='ljuser' lj:user='linlin_chan' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://linlin-chan.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://linlin-chan.livejournal.com/'><b>linlin_chan</b></a></span><br />18. <span class='ljuser' lj:user='celes_aurora' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://celes-aurora.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://celes-aurora.livejournal.com/'><b>celes_aurora</b></a></span><br />19. <span class='ljuser' lj:user='nel' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://nel.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://nel.livejournal.com/'><b>nel</b></a></span><br />20. <span class='ljuser' lj:user='babyblu86' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://babyblu86.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://babyblu86.livejournal.com/'><b>babyblu86</b></a></span><br />21. <span class='ljuser' lj:user='linlin_chan' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://linlin-chan.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://linlin-chan.livejournal.com/'><b>linlin_chan</b></a></span><br />22. <span class='ljuser' lj:user='scapegoat_mutt' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://scapegoat-mutt.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://scapegoat-mutt.livejournal.com/'><b>scapegoat_mutt</b></a></span><br />23. <span class='ljuser' lj:user='a88lefty' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://a88lefty.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://a88lefty.livejournal.com/'><b>a88lefty</b></a></span><br />24. <span class='ljuser' lj:user='kearin' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://kearin.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://kearin.livejournal.com/'><b>kearin</b></a></span><br />25. <span class='ljuser' lj:user='rainbows_666' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'><a href='http://rainbows-666.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://rainbows-666.livejournal.com/'><b>rainbows_666</b></a></span><br />26. <span class='ljuser' lj:user='kageyabari' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://kageyabari.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://kageyabari.livejournal.com/'><b>kageyabari</b></a></span><br />27. <span class='ljuser' lj:user='saria_the_cat' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://saria-the-cat.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://saria-the-cat.livejournal.com/'><b>saria_the_cat</b></a></span><br />28. <span class='ljuser' lj:user='luna_celestial' style='white-space: nowrap;'><a href='http://luna-celestial.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://luna-celestial.livejournal.com/'><b>luna_celestial</b></a></span><br />29. Aldo-kun. ^_^<br />30. :D :D :D :D :D<br /><br />FARK WHY DID I HAVE TO PICK THE HARDDEST MEME IN THE WORLD.<br />Some of these I wanted to put down more than 1 person, but I didn't feel like breaking the Meme rules so I didn't. ^^; So, if you're not on the list...well, I honestly made an effort to put down a different name for the most part, but some just wouldn't let me. I hope no one feels bad about the answers I put down...you're free to question me about them, and I'll most definitely give you my answer. XD
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<title><![CDATA[APOLLO JUSTICE IS STILL A STUPID NAME]]></title>
<pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 10:36:33 -0700</pubDate>
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<br>So I&nbsp;FINALLY finished Apollo Justice. Holy shit you guys, that last case was fucking EPIC! Why did no one tell me of the EPIC&nbsp;of that case. Seriously it made up for the suck and fail of the rest of the game. HAD&nbsp;THE&nbsp;WHOLE&nbsp;GAME&nbsp;BEEN&nbsp;THAT&nbsp;CASE&nbsp;I&nbsp;WOULD&nbsp;HAVE&nbsp;BEEN&nbsp;HAPPY&nbsp;AND&nbsp;NOT&nbsp;PUT&nbsp;OFF&nbsp;THE&nbsp;DAMN&nbsp;GAME&nbsp;FOR&nbsp;SO&nbsp;FUCKING&nbsp;LONG. The only complaint I&nbsp;have about the last case was that the last bit of trial was too fucking easy. If you hadn't been paying attention or at least glancing in the previous section I believe is the only way you could have gotten stuck. And if you're just going to giftwrap it for me, might as well just make it a big block of text. I&nbsp;want my final showdown to be final showdown-y. Hell the whole game was a little too easy.&nbsp; I&nbsp;don't think I&nbsp;lost any of my mental lifebar once the entire game. I&nbsp;sure hope Perfect Prosecutor ups the difficulty a little.<br />Well now that I&quot;ve played all four, I&nbsp;can honestly say 3 was my favorite. Best storytelling, best set of cases (even though that goddamn restaurant case was fucking annoying. Better than the stupid circus case) best NOT&nbsp;EDGEWORTH! prosecutor. Also hairpullingly-walkthrough temptingly difficult. So worth it. The end made me cry.<br />Not so much in 4. Not so much. But thank you Turnabout Succession for leaving me with an overall positive outlook on a game I&nbsp;wasn't enjoying very much.
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<br>Saturday September 13th, the Purdue football game against Oregon will be on ABC.<br /><br />Now... some of you are asking &quot;Why should I care?&quot;<br /><br />You should care because the half-time show is gonna be awesome!<br /><br />We're marching a Robert W. Smith piece and Devil Went Down to Georgia and a couple other cool things.
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<br>update about schooool<br /><br />so this weekend will be the second weekend at Millersville, and damn, is it nice.<br />To start, the campus is absolutely beautiful! (stark contrast from purchase), the buildings are really nice, the people are cool, I have a really cool/good friend whos in my major and lives next to me, my hallmates are decent, my dorm building is really neat, my single room is absolutely amazing! and is by far so much fun/useful for work/ just cool to hang in, the facilities for my major are fucking perfect, the professors are some of the smartest people ive met in their respective fields, classes are small, its just overall really great at Millersville.<br />I'm also joining/have joined the Human Powered Submarine Team, where we have a year to build a fully enclosed human powered sub, then go compete against other schools. seems like a freaking awsome program, and as a plus im getting free certification for scuba diving! so thats something to uber look forward to.<br /><br />but one thing about the 'Ville.<br />when I was getting ready to leave, everyone that I talk to in this field warned me that the program from the first day is really really hard. So I went into it expecting my ass to get kicked, and just...wow.<br />I've never had so much free time in my life. I have class mon, tues, and wend for a whopping four hours, and thursday for two hours. after thursday so next time I am, i'll tell you and I can try to fix it. at 12:05, im done for the week. that means I have a total of 14 hours of class a week, and have half a week off every week, and im taking the maximum number of credits. So i'd expect homework to be hard.<br />nope.<br />I'm ahead in my readings for every class by at least 2 weeks, which is over 1,500 pages. other then that, i only have lab writeups and stuff, which take a total like, 10 hours a week to do.<br />really, I have so much fucking free time on my hands, these past two weeks ive come home to work at Fratellies and make some extra cash.<br />this is just rediculous, its not difficult at all. I'm learning a hell of a lot, I absolutely love my classes, but really, its freaking boring.<br />I asked if it will get harder, and most of my professors said that we're already at full workload for the semester.<br /><br />I need to find something to do with my time.
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<br>"When people want love and understanding the most, they deserve it the least."<br />?Lou Houltz<br /><br />Most girls are fucking serious pieces of shit. Seriously I don't need your pussy as much as you need my dick. FUCK YOU OLD FRIEND! and FUCK YOU SLUT! you know who you are. If anyone thinks they want to comment with anything besides "hell yes" and "yeah, fuck bitches", don't even think it.
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<title><![CDATA[A memo on the 2008 elections]]></title>
<pubDate>Thu, 04 Sep 2008 19:56:08 -0700</pubDate>
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<br><p>The following people are hereby banned from voting in the elections and/or speaking until November, by decree of my Writ of Douchebaggery.</p>  <p>1. Anyone who thinks Sarah Palin has &quot;executive experience&quot;</p>  <blockquote>   <p>Sorry folks, but Sarah Palin at best has been the luckiest recipient of public offices, not a maverick. She came into office on the heels of the least popular governor in Alaska's history, and her &quot;maverick&quot; work has simply been going in and saying &quot;What did he do? Okay let's do the exact opposite.&quot; In addition, being a small-town mayor does NOT earn you any experience. I should know, I come from a small town. Let's take a look at the mayor's responsibilities: (Source: <a title="http://www.codepublishing.com/AK/Wasilla/Wasilla02/Wasilla0216.html#2.16" href="http://www.codepublishing.com/AK/Wasilla/Wasilla02/Wasilla0216.html#2.16">http://www.codepublishing.com/AK/Wasilla/Wasilla02/Wasilla0216.html#2.16</a>)</p>    <p>1.&#160;&#160;&#160; Preside at council meetings. The mayor may take part in the discussion of matters before the council, but may not vote, except that the mayor may vote in the case of a tie;</p>    <p>2.&#160;&#160;&#160; Act as ceremonial head of the city;</p>    <p>3.&#160;&#160;&#160; Sign documents on behalf of the city;</p>    <p>4.&#160;&#160;&#160; Appoint, suspend or remove city employees and administrative officials, except as provided otherwise in AS Title 29 and the Wasilla Municipal Code;</p>    <p>5.&#160;&#160;&#160; Supervise the enforcement of city law and carry out the directives of the city council;</p>    <p>6.&#160;&#160;&#160; Prepare and submit an annual budget and capital improvement program for consideration by the council, and execute the budget and capital program as adopted;</p>    <p>7.&#160;&#160;&#160; Make monthly financial reports and other reports on city finances and operations as required by the council;</p>    <p>8.&#160;&#160;&#160; Exercise legal custody over all real and personal property of the city;</p>    <p>9.&#160;&#160;&#160; Perform other duties required by law or by the council; and</p>    <p>10.&#160;&#160;&#160; Serve as personnel officer, unless the council authorizes the mayor to appoint a personnel officer.</p>    <p><strong>BASICALLY, she has no real decision making functions. THAT goes to the City Manager.</strong></p> </blockquote>  <p>2. Anyone who pulls the &quot;War Hero&quot; card whenever McCain is criticized.</p>  <blockquote>   <p>My apologies for sounding a bit unpatriotic, but as of my last check, a hero requires you to have NOT BEEN SHOT DOWN. Yes, McCain served our country, cannot hold that against him, but you can't say that any criticism of him is unpatriotic.</p> </blockquote>  <p>3. Any Hillary supporter who thinks the Democrats have betrayed them.</p>  <blockquote>   <p>I don't know if you've noticed, but Hillary and Obama had pretty much the same position on everything. Just different ways of approach. It's what we call...being a Democrat. So anyone who is saying otherwise, please, go f*** yourself.</p> </blockquote>  <p>4. Evangelical Christians. Stop f***ing up our country.</p>  <p>5. Anyone who cites the fact that we have not had a terrorist attack since 9.11 (or 11.9 for the rest of the world)</p>  <blockquote>   <p>You know why we haven't had an attack recently? Because we've done a damn good job of terrorizing ourselves. You can't get on a plane without being strip searched or racially profiled or carry fluids. You can't take photographs in public places without being labeled as a terrorist or pedophile. And we're killing off our armed forces in big numbers. Yep, the terrorists don't need to strike, we've taken care of the fear and killing for them.</p> </blockquote>  <p>6. Anyone who likes Joseph Biden</p>  <blockquote>   <p>The man has been acknowledged as the man who united the Shiites and Sunnis -- they collectively rejected his plans for Iraq.</p>    <p>The man votes with the RIAA on issues of privacy, making him possibly the worst choice of public official in a time where Net Neutrality is actually a serious issue.</p> </blockquote>  <p>7. Anyone who is voting for McCain because he has a woman on the ticket. The sexist card is ridiculous.</p>  <blockquote>   <p>See #3. And #2.</p> </blockquote>  <p>8. Fox news. And fans.</p>  <p>9. Anyone who thinks the teen pregnancy of Palin's child ISN'T an issue.</p>  <blockquote>   <p>Sorry, but this is, especially with Republican's anti-abortion, abstinence only stance. You know they say that intelligent people on average have fewer children than less intelligent, unless forced to (see China). It seems that everytime there's an issue the Republicans toot loudly about to distract people from the real issues, their hypocrisy really shines.</p>    <p>Down with the gays! --&gt; Cheney's daughter is gay, numerous gay Republican senators, lobbyists, etc.</p>    <p>Abstinence only sex ed --&gt; Seriously, does anyone buy the idea that this is working?</p>    <p>So you know what republicans? You want to make abortion an issue? HERE YOU GO. 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<br>I first started thinking the other day about UNC and Richmond in relation to the garden metaphor. The garden metaphor is this ridiculous idea that we had a project on back in the days of CGS, about how gardens relate to the times. So then I narrowed my thoughts and realized that I was really thinking of is the forest/city motif in Shakepeare's "As You Like It." It's a pastoral comedy, so it plays on the idea of the forest being an uncultivated place where the nobility can let their hair down, where social conventions don't matter as much. For example, when the couples in the play go to the forest, there is a lot of cross-dressing and confusing different characters in the play. The city is a place with firm rules that dictate how life should be run in the court, etc. So the couples escape to the forest where they relax and let loose and their love for each other blossoms.<br /><br />In my case, the forest becomes a metaphor for Chapel Hill, and the city becomes a metaphor for Richmond. However, instead of me wanting to leave the city to escape to the forest so that I can let loose, I'm more apt to want to leave the forest where I currently live and go to the city, where I can let loose. The fact that it's backwards for me is sort of interesting, but I think that one can attribute that to the rules of the court when the nobility are in the city, versus no rules when I'm in the city. My life in Chapel Hill, instead, is the structured life, while my life in the city is unstructured.<br /><br />William Wordsworth wrote his <i>Songs of Innocence and Experience</i> based on the idea that nature itself is innocent, while the oppressive society that people live in is experience. It is similar to "As You Like It," but in Shakespeare's time, it wasn't innocence that was attributed to the forest, but rather, the wildness and thus experience had in nature. Nature is where the wild things happen. Again, it's totally reversed for me, because Richmond is experience, which makes perfect sense such I'm much more inclined to relate to Wordsworth, a Romantic poet, than Shakespeare, a Neoclassical playwright.<br /><br />From a biblical standpoint, the garden of Eden is where Eve eats the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge, which is ironic since I'm in Chapel Hill to learn. However, knowledge in that sense doesn't relate to life experiences, of which I've had more of in Richmond.<br /><br />So I don't know. There's just been a bunch of shit going through my mind like this. I'm trying to figure out why things happen the way that they do and why I am the way that I am.
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My sister Roxanne needs a blog, but since she's too busy hiking in the rain forests of Malaysia I offered to post her story here...<br /> (An alternate title could have been: "One more reason not to visit your sister in KL.")<br /> <br />Sept. 1, 2008<br /> Dear Friends and Family,<br /> <br /> Saturday morning marked our first encounter with leeches. Granted a 3-day weekend to celebrate Malaysia&#8217;s Independence Day, we were inspired to go for a hike in KL. Our task was to trek through the rain forest. Our reward would be a dip in the ponds above a local waterfall. The only challenge, beyond cardiovascular, was to avoid the teams of squishy tubular blood-sucking leeches that lined the trail.<br /> <br /> It turns out that leeches are keen at sensing movement and are actually drawn to our carbon-dioxide rich exhalations. In the wettest parts of the trail, the leeches &#8220;stood&#8221; upright, dancing in our path&#8230;reaching towards us, desperately trying to throw themselves aboard our mud-soaked shoes. Once aboard, they would inch their way to softer territory. Sometimes, that meant they would climb up our legs. Often they would squirm their way between shoe and sock. Then, unbeknownst to us, they would gorge themselves on our nutrient-rich blood.<br /><br>Eric  Mack's personal blog<br><br><br>Originally posted on <a href="http://www.ericmackonline.com">Eric Mack Online</a>
 

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<br><span style="font-size: small;"><strong>Title: </strong>Oh, My Sexy Darling (Special)<br /><strong>Chapter: </strong>3<br /><strong>Rating: </strong>R<br /><strong>Pairing: </strong>Jaemin<br /><strong>Summary: </strong>Jaejoong and Changmin prepares to embark on their life journey together. With an already rocky past, they must face more challenges in the land of Rome before realizing what love really means.<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><font><img alt="" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y87/xoxobluecherriesxoxo/omsd2.gif" /></font></span><span style="font-size: small;"><br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;</div><a name="cutid1"></a><div style="text-align: left;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span><span style="font-size: small;">  </span></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Benvenuto a Roma!&rdquo; Changmin read the welcome sign just outside of the airport. He repeated the words several times and smiled giddily to himself.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;What is it, honey?&rdquo; Jaejoong asked curiously and poked his head out the taxi&rsquo;s window.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">The younger man giggled and replied, &ldquo;Rome is saying hello to us, Jaejoong-ah.&rdquo; He hastily pulled out his camera and began snapping pictures of the welcome sign as well as various other things that caught his eye. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Ahh, I&rsquo;m exhausted,&rdquo; the guitarist yawned and stretched his arms widely in the small taxi. He accidentally knocked his husband&rsquo;s camera out of Changmin&rsquo;s hands and received an angry pout from him. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Jaejoong apologized profusely to his lover and bent over to pick up the fallen item on the taxi&rsquo;s floor. He took his sweet time in getting back up which made Changmin curious. The latter&rsquo;s curiosity was soon answered when he felt Jaejoong firmly gripping his crotch.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">The artist yelped but quickly covered his mouth when he saw the taxi driver giving him strange looks from the rearview mirror. He tried to smile casually as if nothing was happening. &ldquo;Jae! Stop&hellip;! Not here!&rdquo; He whispered hoarsely and nudged his husband with his knee.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Jaejoong sighed a heartbreaking sigh and sat back up with the most sorrowful expression on his face, &ldquo;Oh, I guess my husband just don&rsquo;t want me anymore.&rdquo; </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Stop being so childish, Jae. Sex on the airplane was bad enough; we&rsquo;ll be kicked out of this taxi if the driver catches us!&rdquo; Changmin&rsquo;s cheeks were already hot and red. He sometimes wished that his husband would practice more discretion in regards to public display of affections.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Oh, shucks, I bet he&rsquo;d like it if he saw us doing it in the backseats. I heard that the Italians are quite open about sex,&rdquo; Jaejoong stated matter-of-factly.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Oh, shut up,&rdquo; the younger man shook his head but couldn&rsquo;t help but smile. He had to admit the thought of getting caught by that old driver was both horrific and hilarious at the same time.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">The guitarist started to browse through the pictures that Changmin have taken on his digital camera. Most of them were sceneries of the city at angles that were undeniably artistic. However, there was one picture that made Jaejoong stop and gawk. &ldquo;Huh?! What is he doing here?&rdquo; He yelled.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;What? Who?&rdquo; Changmin glanced over at the camera&rsquo;s screen. His jaw dropped when he saw that he had somehow taken a picture of Yoochun. The pianist was sitting in his own taxi with another person. Changmin couldn&rsquo;t tell who the other person was but guessed that it was a woman.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;When did you take this and why didn&rsquo;t you tell me Yoochun was here?&rdquo; Jaejoong asked in an accusatory tone.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;I have no idea, Hyung! I must&rsquo;ve taken it accidentally when you knocked the camera out of my hand,&rdquo; Changmin frowned back at his husband and wondered why Jaejoong looked so upset all of a sudden.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Really? That&rsquo;s a pretty darn good shot for an accident,&rdquo; the pianist said in a half-sarcastic tone. He quickly went through all of the pictures again to make sure he didn&rsquo;t miss anything as important as this.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;But I did see him on the plane though,&rdquo; Changmin stated nonchalantly.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;On the plane? Why didn&rsquo;t you tell me?&rdquo; Jaejoong asked gruffly. Deep down, he knew something fishy was up. It&rsquo;s almost impossible for Yoochun to coincidentally be in Rome while the newlyweds were on their honeymoon. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;You were too busy talking to your darling Soojin,&rdquo; the artist snorted and rolled his eyes. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;My darling&hellip;? Argh! Babe! I thought you were over this!&rdquo; Jaejoong cried out in frustration. He had the strong desire to slam the camera against the window&rsquo;s glass but stopped himself when he thought about how devastated and infuriated Changmin would be. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;You know that woman has something in mind for coming to Rome! The moment she saw you she had her paw all over you!&rdquo; The younger man let loose all of his built-up jealousy.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Oh, and why do you think Yoochun is here as well? I see the way he looks at you. First it was Junsu, now him. If anyone has the right to be jealous, it&rsquo;s me!&rdquo; Jaejoong shouted. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Changmin&rsquo;s lower lip quivered as he stared tearfully at his husband, &ldquo;It&rsquo;s&hellip;n&hellip;not my f&hellip;f..fault&hellip;!&rdquo; Just as the taxi stopped at an intersection, the artist abruptly opened the door and ran out of the car. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Jaejoong&rsquo;s jaw dropped as he watched the younger man speeding across the streets to the other side. He cursed loudly and ran out of the car as well.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">The taxi driver was completely in shock and honked loudly at the both of them. He prayed that they&rsquo;d be back before the lights turn green.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Jaejoong ran as hard as his legs could carry him. This was not the first time that he hated the fact that his shorter legs could not match the pace of Changmin&rsquo;s longer ones. &ldquo;KIM CHANGMIN! YOU COME BACK HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT, MISTER!&rdquo; Jaejoong roared.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Don&rsquo;t call me that!&rdquo; Changmin shouted back and kept on marching away.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;KIM CHANGMIN! KIM CHANGMIN! MY KIM CHANGMIN!&rdquo; The guitarist screamed at the top of his lungs.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Of course the commotion made many tourists and natives of Rome stop and stare. None of them knew what the two men were saying, but they couldn&rsquo;t help but be fixated on the two handsome Koreans.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">All the screaming and yelling as well as trying to chase down Changmin made Jaejoong exhausted very quickly. He had to stop to catch his breath and didn&rsquo;t notice just exactly where he had stopped.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Ja voi movimento!&rdquo; An angry Italian driver shouted and waved his arm at Jaejoong. The latter knew right away he was being ordered to move. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">The guitarist nodded in apology and hurriedly stepped off the streets and onto the sidewalk. When he looked back to where he saw his husband last, he realized that Changmin was gone. Growling in frustration, he pushed past the crowd of people and searched frantically for his lover.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Half an hour went by and Jaejoong was in full panic mode. His voice was hoarse and strained from continuously calling out his husband&rsquo;s name. From the pits of his stomach, he was deathly afraid that he would never be able to find Changmin. Not only would that be a danger to their young marriage, but Jaejoong also found it dangerous for Changmin to be wandering around by himself. He had tried calling his husband&rsquo;s cell phone but he was only put on voicemail for the fiftieth time.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Fuck, baby, why?! Why are you doing this to me?!&rdquo; The guitarist panted. But he never stopped moving and told himself he couldn&rsquo;t stop until he finds his husband.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">A full hour went by since Changmin&rsquo;s disappearance and Jaejoong was simply ready to kill someone. His tired legs forced him to slow down. As he passed an alleyway, he spotted some rugged thugs cornering a person. That person was hidden from Jaejoong&rsquo;s view since the men were too tall.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Diaci i vostri soldi!&rdquo; A man said roughly and pushed his victim against the wall. The others sneered and closed their circle around their prey.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Jaejoong was in a dilemma. He didn&rsquo;t know if he should stop and help the poor person or continue on looking for Changmin. His indecisiveness made him frozen in his spot just outside of the alley.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Soldi! Soldi!&rdquo; The man said again, this time with more malice, &ldquo;No soldi? Come circa il sesso?&rdquo; &nbsp;He pulled at the victim&rsquo;s collar and pressed his face against the other person. The thug licked his lips and stroked the victim&rsquo;s face perversely.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Jaejoong could see the other men getting closer and closer to the cornered person. What followed was a loud ripping noise of clothes and an even louder scream. The guitarist recognized the scream instantly. He ran at full speed towards the group of thugs and lunged his body at one holding the victim.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">The thug grunted in pain and crashed to the ground, &ldquo;Bastardo!&rdquo; </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">The others were bewildered to see the small framed but well-built Korean challenging them. Jaejoong took advantage of their pause and pulled the victim into his arms.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Let me go! Don&rsquo;t touch me!&rdquo; He screamed.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Baby, it&rsquo;s me! Changmin-ah, open your eyes! It&rsquo;s me!&rdquo; Jaejoong said urgently and hugged his lover tightly. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">The latter&rsquo;s eyes flew open when he recognized the voice. He broke out in sobs from the relief of seeing his husband, &ldquo;Jaejoong-ah! Oh god, Jaejoong-ah!&rdquo; </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Ssshhh&hellip;!&rdquo; Jaejoong tried to soothe the younger man. When he saw the wide tear of Changmin&rsquo;s shirt and his jeans being unbuckled, something inside of him broke. His hands balled into menacing fists and his teeth were clenched tightly together. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">What happened after was a blur to Changmin. Fists flew and legs strike at lightning speed. Even though the Italians were bigger in size compared to Jaejoong, he was obviously a better fighter. After all of them were on the ground groaning in pain, the guitarist pulled the leader of the gang up by the front of his shirt. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">The assumed leader was the one to touch Changmin inappropriately first and the one that demanded sex and money out of him. Jaejoong&rsquo;s blood boiled as he stared at the thug. He raised his fist high and brought it down with as much force as possible.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Jaejoong-ah, no!&rdquo; Changmin shouted and held onto Jaejoong&rsquo;s arm, &ldquo;Don&rsquo;t do it! He&rsquo;s not worth it!&rdquo;</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Let me beat the pulp out of him, Changmin! How dare he touch you like that? I&rsquo;ll fucking kill him right now!&rdquo; The infuriated guitarist growled.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Jaejoong-ah, please stop! This is enough! Th&hellip;th..this is partly my fault anyways,&rdquo; Changmin sobbed.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Jaejoong dropped the Italian thug slowly and turned to face his husband. He sighed loudly and pulled Changmin into a close embrace. He kissed the back of his lover&rsquo;s head and whispered comforting words into his ear, &ldquo;It&rsquo;s alright. As long as you&rsquo;re okay, my love. As long as you&rsquo;re okay.&rdquo;</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">These heartfelt words made Changmin cry even louder. He blamed himself for being a jealous idiot and causing so much trouble for Jaejoong. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">As the two men were hugging and comforting one another, they failed to notice the leader of the gang of thugs rising from the ground. He grabbed the nearest metal pole that he could find and raised it to strike at Changmin.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Jaejoong&rsquo;s eyes widened as he watched the pole being brought down upon his lover&rsquo;s back. With all the energy and speed he could muster, he tossed Changmin aside and blocked him with his own body. His entire body numbed in pain as the pole slammed hard against his left shoulder and chest.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;JAEJOONG-AH!&rdquo; </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">---</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Changmin&rsquo;s scream rang out for blocks on end. Luckily, it caught the attention of many and brought them over to the source. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Seeing people approaching, the thugs got scared and ran away from the scene. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">The only two people left at the crime scene were the two young men. One held the other in his arms as tears poured down his face. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Changmin was kneeling on the ground with Jaejoong leaning against his chest. The artist broke down completely he saw the deep red marks on his lover&rsquo;s body.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Jaejoong smiled weakly and held his hand to Changmin&rsquo;s face. He brushed away the tears that stained his husband&rsquo;s face. &ldquo;Don&rsquo;t cry, honey. I&rsquo;ll be just fine. I&rsquo;m&hellip;I&rsquo;m&hellip;your Hero afterall,&rdquo; he whispered.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">The police soon arrived with the paramedics. Changmin and Jaejoong were then on their way to Rome&rsquo;s hospital. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Their first day in Rome already proved to be disastrous.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><i style="">Our second day being married, and already I&rsquo;ve hurt Jaejoong. How am I supposed to spend my life with him?</i> Changmin mused sorrowfully as he sat in the ambulance truck next to a sleeping Jaejoong.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">---</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Yoochun rushed to the hospital as soon as he heard the news. Changmin had called him fifteen minutes earlier and informed him briefly about what happened. As he was being driven to the hospital by taxi, his cell phone rang again, &ldquo;Hello? Soojin?&rdquo; </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Yoochun-shii! Did you hear what happened to Jaejoong?!&rdquo; The woman shrieked.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Yes, I have. Calm down, Soojin-ah. Changmin told me he&rsquo;ll be alright. But how did you hear about the news?&rdquo; Yoochun inquired.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Jaejoong&rsquo;s manager called me. I&rsquo;m guessing Changmin called him first to let him know about what happened. Manager-shii knows I&rsquo;m in Rome so he contacted me and asked me to visit Jaejoong. I&rsquo;m on my way right now,&rdquo; Soojin&rsquo;s voice was full of anxiety. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Me too. I&rsquo;ll see you there. But, Soojin-ah&hellip;&rdquo; The pianist&rsquo;s voice grew concerned.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;What is it?&rdquo; Soojin asked hurriedly.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Try to be sensitive when you get there. They&rsquo;ve both been through a lot today. Try and back off a bit right now. I don&rsquo;t want Changmin to deal with any more problems,&rdquo; Yoochun said solemnly.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Well, then you go ahead and take care of your precious Changmin. I have my own agenda,&rdquo; Soojin said curtly and hung up the phone. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Yoochun growled and asked the driver in English to drive faster. He wanted to be there to stop Soojin from creating any unnecessary drama. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><strong>Author's note: </strong>Italian to English translations:<br /><br />&quot;Benvenuto a Roma!&quot; : Welcome to Rome!<br />&quot;Ja voi movimento!&quot; : Hey you move!<br />&quot;Diaci i vostri soldi!&quot; : Give us your money!<br />&quot;Soldi! Soldi!&quot; : Money! Money!<br />&ldquo;No soldi? Come circa il sesso?&quot; : No money? How about sex?<br /><br />I'm sorry, I sort of lied about posting all of the SPECIAL in one go. I really tried my best to write as much as I could. But it seems that I have set too short of a deadline for myself. Hopefully, you guys are still happy with what I&nbsp;have now. I'll try to write more tomorrow. &gt;.&lt;;;</span></p></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /><br /></span></p><span style="font-size: small;">  <br /><br /></span>
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<title><![CDATA[Oh, My Sexy Darling SPECIAL part 2]]></title>
<pubDate>Thu, 04 Sep 2008 04:36:00 -0700</pubDate>
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<br><span style="font-size: small;"><span><strong>Title: </strong>Oh, My Sexy Darling (Special)<br /><strong>Chapter: </strong>2<br /><strong>Rating: </strong>PG-13<br /><strong>Pairing: </strong>Jaemin<br /><strong>Summary: </strong>Jaejoong and Changmin prepares to embark on their life journey together. With an already rocky past, they must face more challenges in the land of Rome before realizing what love really means.<br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;</span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span>  </span></span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y87/xoxobluecherriesxoxo/omsd2.gif" alt="" /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;</div><a name="cutid1"></a><div class="ljcut" text="Read more..."><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size: small;"></span><span style="font-size: small;">  </span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Changmin&rsquo;s jaw dropped as he stared at the woman with a huge pair of designer sunglasses. He scowled at her and didn&rsquo;t care that his displeasure in seeing her was obvious.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Soojin-ah! What are you doing here?&rdquo; Jaejoong asked in surprise.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;What indeed&hellip;&rdquo; Changmin muttered.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;I have a photoshoot in Rome and I&rsquo;m going sight-seeing as well. Let me guess, you two are on your honeymoon. How cute!&rdquo; She grinned and put her manicured hand on Jaejoong&rsquo;s shoulder. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Yes, we&rsquo;re going to Rome but there&rsquo;s nothing cute about it,&rdquo; Changmin said bitingly and stood up from his seat, &ldquo;I&rsquo;m gonna walk around the plane to stretch my legs.&rdquo; As he brushed past Soojin, he pushed her hand away from his husband&rsquo;s shoulder and gave her a warning look.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Jaejoong knew right away what was going on. He was secretly pleased that Changmin was jealous of Soojin since it was rare for him to see the younger man show his possessive side. But he hoped that it wouldn&rsquo;t make his husband too upset that he wouldn&rsquo;t be able to enjoy their honeymoon.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Changmin&rsquo;s insides were boiling and he tried every methods that he knew to calm himself down. <i style="">How dare that bitch follow us?! Coincidence my ass! </i>He fumed. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">The artist was so angry and wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn&rsquo;t notice the other seated passengers staring at him. The sight of the handsome young man stomping furiously up and down the aisle of the airplane was certainly eye catching.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Changmin didn&rsquo;t even notice someone had extended his leg out in aisle until it was too late. The artist yelped as he tripped over the leg and fell face forward.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">A pair of strong arms caught his waist and stopped him from falling. In one swift and powerful motion, the arms also pulled Changmin into the lap of the man.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Hello, Minnie,&rdquo; Yoochun smiled charmingly and pecked the surprised man&rsquo;s cheek.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Yoochun Hyung?! What are you doing here?!&rdquo; Changmin shouted. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;&ldquo;To see you of course!&rdquo; Yoochun said warmly and flashed a hundred watt smile. After seeing Changmin&rsquo;s grim expression, the pianist broke out in laughter and shook his head, &ldquo;Minnie-ah, I&rsquo;m just kidding. I&rsquo;m here for a business trip.&rdquo; </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Business? Really? In Rome?&rdquo; The younger man asked suspiciously. He still hadn&rsquo;t forgotten about Yoochun&rsquo;s feelings for him during Jaejoong&rsquo;s absence a year ago.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Yep! I have 2 concerts scheduled in Rome this week. It&rsquo;ll be my first time performing in Europe, so I hope you&rsquo;ll be there to support me!&rdquo; Yoochun squeezed Changmin&rsquo;s waist tightly and nuzzled against him like a puppy.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Sensing the stares from the other passengers, the embarrassed artist stood up abruptly and pulled away from the pianist&rsquo;s hold. &ldquo;That&rsquo;s great, Hyung! I&rsquo;ll tell Jaejoong about it and we&rsquo;ll definitely come to one of your performances,&rdquo; he tried to ignore the loving look on Yoochun&rsquo;s face and played things off as coolly as possible. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">With a wave and a quick smile, Changmin walked away from Yoochun&rsquo;s seat and back to his own. To his relief, Soojin was no longer there.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Babe! I was getting worried about you!&rdquo; Jaejoong called out loudly when he spotted his young husband heading back to their seats. He pulled on Changmin&rsquo;s wrist and kissed the younger man&rsquo;s hand lovingly.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Oh really? I thought you were too busy talking to your darling Soojin,&rdquo; Changmin said coldly, not even caring that he was showing obvious signs of jealousy.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Darling Soojin?&rdquo; Jaejoong cocked an eyebrow at his lover, &ldquo;Babe, don&rsquo;t tell me you&rsquo;re still jealous of her.&rdquo;</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Hmph!&rdquo; The artist turned his back towards his husband and stared at the passing white clouds outside his window.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">The guitarist threw up his arms exaggeratedly and sighed as if he was truly devastated. Suddenly, he bolted up from his seat and turned around to face the many curious faces of the other passengers. &ldquo;Ladies and gentlemen, I&rsquo;d like to make an announcement!&rdquo; Jaejoong said loudly.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Jae! What are you doing?!&rdquo; Changmin asked in a hushed tone and tried to pull the older man back down onto his seat. But, much to his displeasure, Jaejoong pulled away and stood firmly in his spot.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;I would like to announce that as of yesterday, I am a married man. And I am married to none other than the most incredible man in all of Asia. I don&rsquo;t know what European men are like, but I&rsquo;m sure no one can compare to my sexy darling either,&rdquo; the confident guitarist&rsquo;s voice rang clear and captured the attention of everyone on board. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">At first there were murmurs and scattered whispers. Changmin sighed and hid his face behind his hands after he assumed that the other passengers must have thought his husband was insane. He seriously wondered if Jaejoong really did become crazy to the point that he&rsquo;d make such a public announcement. This was especially bad since his manager had worked so hard to keep his sexuality under cover.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">But after a minute, a young man about a few years younger than Changmin stood up and spoke back to Jaejoong, &ldquo;Congratulations! You two must be the happiest couple there is!&rdquo; Then, he clapped his hands and urged the others to do the same. Most of the other passengers followed suit and the entire cabin was soon in an uproar. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Loud cheers and whistles erupted throughout the plane. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Jaejoong even did his celebrity wave and flashed the most captivating smile he possessed. When the cheering diminished, he sat back down and put on a smug expression for his husband to see. &ldquo;Don&rsquo;t tell me you&rsquo;re not touched by that, baby,&rdquo; he teased.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Touched?!&rdquo; Changmin spitted out and smacked the guitarist&rsquo;s arm roughly, &ldquo;That was the most embarrassing ordeal I&rsquo;ve ever went through! Why do such things always happen to me when I&rsquo;m with you, Kim Jaejoong?! First it was the nude painting, then the sex in the museum, now this?!?!&rdquo; The artist looked like he was ready to eat up Jaejoong. And not the good kind of eating up either.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Jaejoong attempted to block his husband&rsquo;s hits which only angered Changmin even more. Amidst the attack, he tried to explain himself to the infuriated artist, &ldquo;Babe&hellip;! I thought it&rsquo;d make you happy. I love you so much that I want everyone to know that we&rsquo;re married. After all the things we&rsquo;ve been through, don&rsquo;t I deserve the chance to celebrate the fact that we&rsquo;re together?&rdquo;</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Hearing those words made Changmin stop immediately. He stared hard at the other man and realized just how true Jaejoong&rsquo;s words were. They have been through a lot. From Junsu&rsquo;s jealous rampage to Changmin&rsquo;s coma, their relationship had to pass through significant hurdles that threatened to break them up at every turn. And yet, here they were, married and about to embark on their life journey together.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">With a sigh and a gentle smile, Changmin dropped his flailing arms and nuzzled against his husband. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">The dramatic change of mood from the younger man surprised Jaejoong. But the latter was more than happy to accept it. He took Changmin&rsquo;s soft hand and gave it a loving squeeze, &ldquo;I love you, Shim Changmin. And you&rsquo;re the only person I&rsquo;ll ever love. So stop thinking silly things about Soojin and me, alright?&rdquo;</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Okay, baby,&rdquo; Changmin said sheepishly and kissed the sleeve of his lover&rsquo;s t-shirt. &ldquo;Do you want to go to the bathroom again&hellip;?&rdquo; He whispered ever so softly.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Jaejoong&rsquo;s eyes popped out of their sockets as he stared at the top of his husband&rsquo;s head. For all the years that they&rsquo;ve been together, this was the first time Changmin had initiated any kind of sexual suggestions. But before he had the chance to reply, the younger man was already strutting towards the bathroom.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Yah! Babe! Wait for me!&rdquo; Jaejoong squeaked.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">The two unhappiest people on the plane were staring fixedly on the newlyweds from Jaejoong&rsquo;s boisterous announcement to their retreat to the bathroom. Soojin turned around and looked at Yoochun straight in the eye. They were separated by only a few rows of seats. With a knowing nod, Yoochun sealed the deal that they set out to accomplish. <br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /></span></p></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /><br /></span></p><span style="font-size: small;">  </span></div>
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<pubDate>Thu, 04 Sep 2008 04:32:54 -0700</pubDate>
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<br><span style="font-size: small;"><strong>Title: </strong>Oh, My Sexy Darling (Special)<br /><strong>Chapter: </strong>1<br /><strong>Rating: </strong>NC-17<br /><strong>Pairing: </strong>Jaemin<br /><strong>Summary: </strong>Jaejoong and Changmin prepares to embark on their life journey together. With an already rocky past, they must face more challenges in the land of Rome before realizing what love really means.<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><span style="font-size: small;"></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /><font><img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y87/xoxobluecherriesxoxo/omsd2.gif" alt="" /><br /></font></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></p><a name="cutid1"></a><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br />The news struck Changmin like thunder. As he gripped the remote control in one hand and pulled at the fabric of his pants with the other, he stared in disbelief at the TV screen. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><i style="">He told me that nothing was going on between them,</i> Changmin recalled when he recognized the woman&rsquo;s face. He turned up the volume of the television and growled lowly at the report being given.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Kim Jaejoong, a guitarist superstar who has make it big in both Korea and Japan, is now involved in the latest scandal with Seoul&rsquo;s shining star, Lee Soojin. They were last seen together coming out of a hotel together in Seoul. The rumors surrounding the two young stars have speculated that they have been dating secretly,&rdquo; the news reporter stated. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><i style="">Coming out of a hotel together?!</i> Changmin&rsquo;s mind exploded. He clicked-off the television and threw the remote control across the room. He got up from the couch and started pacing back and forth agitatedly. </span><i style=""><o:p></o:p></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Why does this have to happen now?&rdquo; He muttered under his breath. He paused in front of the calendar and stared hard at the date circled in red with small hearts surrounding it. &ldquo;Our wedding,&rdquo; Changmin read the words under the date aloud. He sighed exasperatedly and tugged at his hair in both jealousy and frustration.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><i style="">No, it can&rsquo;t be! He wouldn&rsquo;t do that to me. He couldn&rsquo;t! He&hellip;shouldn&rsquo;t&hellip;</i></span><i style=""><o:p></o:p></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">---</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Baby, why aren&rsquo;t you smiling? Aren&rsquo;t you happy that we&rsquo;re married?&rdquo; Jaejoong asked worriedly. He set down his champagne glass and turned to face his newly wedded husband.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Of course I&rsquo;m happy,&rdquo; Changmin said quickly, &ldquo;It&rsquo;s just that&hellip;&rdquo; His voice trailed off and his eyes wandered aimlessly among the crowd of guests.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;It&rsquo;s just what? What&rsquo;s bothering you, babe?&rdquo; The guitarist inquired and entwined their fingers together. He ran his thumb back and forth over Changmin&rsquo;s wedding ring and smiled to himself.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;I&hellip;shouldn&rsquo;t say it now. I&rsquo;ll tell you about it later,&rdquo; the artist tried to smile at the groom but failed to make it genuine. He only held their gazes for a short moment before looking away.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Tell me now, baby. We&rsquo;re officially married for one hour and fifteen minutes. And as your one hour and fifteen minutes husband, I think I have the right to know what&rsquo;s bothering my cute wife,&rdquo; Jaejoong stated and chuckled when he saw Changmin roll his eyes at him.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Cute wife? You do realize we&rsquo;re two men, right Hyung?&rdquo; The other chuckled too.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Of course I know that,&rdquo; Jaejoong in turn rolled his eyes. A mischievous smile spread across his face as he glanced at Changmin&rsquo;s lower body. &ldquo;I know perfectly well who I married,&rdquo; he purred and groped his &ldquo;cute wife&rsquo;s&rdquo; crotch at the speed of light. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Changmin gasped and smacked his husband&rsquo;s arm hard several times. &ldquo;Decency! Have some decency! Our families and friends are still here!&rdquo; He snapped and continued slapping the other man. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Aww, already fighting?&rdquo; A woman&rsquo;s voice broke the newlyweds&rsquo; puppy fight, &ldquo;That&rsquo;s not a good sign.&rdquo; </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Changmin&rsquo;s heart pounded as soon as he recognized the voice. He ceased the smacking immediately and tensed up.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Ah, Sujin-ah!&rdquo; Jaejoong greeted the woman, &ldquo;I was just teasing Min about how adorable he looks. But, it seems that he doesn&rsquo;t like to be called that.&rdquo; He broke out in laughter and pulled Changmin into a hug.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;I suppose Changmin is hard to please. But if I was married to Jaejoong, I&rsquo;d love any nickname that he gives me,&rdquo; Sujin giggled and covered her mouth as if she was shy. It&rsquo;s a new habit she had picked up ever since meeting Jaejoong.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Changmin glared at the woman and growled, &ldquo;Well, too bad you aren&rsquo;t married to him. And even if you are, I doubt he&rsquo;d give you a nice nickname.&rdquo; He turned away coldly from Soojin&rsquo;s shocked face and marched to the opposite side of the ballroom.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Slut, whore, bitch, two-faced, banana-shaped, ugly&hellip;argh!!&rdquo; Changmin spitted out all the nasty remarks he could think of about Soojin as he was walking away from his husband. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Who&rsquo;s banana-shaped and ugly?&rdquo; Yoochun asked with an amused smile. He approached the artist with a wine glass and shining eyes.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;N&hellip;no one,&rdquo; Changmin stammered and blushed. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;I believe that was the first time I&rsquo;ve heard you talk that way about someone. What&rsquo;s more, you&rsquo;re doing it behind their back!&rdquo; The pianist exclaimed and laughed heartily.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Yah! I&rsquo;m allowed to do bad things in life too,&rdquo; Changmin scowled and nudged Yoochun&rsquo;s arm. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Oh, really? And how bad do you want to be?&rdquo; Yoochun&rsquo;s voice turned sexy and much too alluring for a newly wedded man to hear. His eyes glinted devilishly as he stepped closer to the artist. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;What are you suggesting, Hyung?&rdquo; Changmin said warily and stepped back.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;An affair is pretty bad,&rdquo; Yoochun leaned in and whispered into the other man&rsquo;s ear.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Changmin&rsquo;s face grew red in an instant and his feet involuntarily took several more steps backward away from Yoochun. &ldquo;No way, Hyung!&rdquo; He blurted and frowned hard.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Oh, Minnie, you&rsquo;re so adorable when you&rsquo;re mad,&rdquo; the pianist chuckled and reached forward to pinch the said man&rsquo;s red cheeks.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Hey hey! Hands off the wife!&rdquo; Jaejoong came to Changmin&rsquo;s rescue and placed a protective arm around his waist.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Oh, so you guys already decided on who gets to be the man and woman in the relationship?&rdquo; Yoochun smirked. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Of course! With an S line like this, who can compete with my baby for being the wife in the marriage?&rdquo; Jaejoong grinned widely and kissed Changmin&rsquo;s still blushing cheek. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;I suppose. So, are you two excited for the honeymoon? I heard you&rsquo;re going to Italy,&rdquo; Yoochun changed the subject.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Yes, Changmin wanted to visit all art museums and the Sistine Chapel. My baby wants to get some inspirations for his next exhibition,&rdquo; the guitarist informed his friend who nodded quietly. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Well, you better keep a close eye on him. I heard Italian men are very sexy and flirtatious,&rdquo; the pianist smirked with eyes challenging Jaejoong.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Oh, don&rsquo;t worry, Chun. I&rsquo;ll make sure the only man Changmin&rsquo;s going to look at is me,&rdquo; the latter said confidently and pulled Changmin even closer. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">The artist wasn&rsquo;t sure if he was imagining things or not. But he could&rsquo;ve sworn he saw a dark look from Yoochun&rsquo;s eyes and a significant change of expression when Jaejoong finished speaking. However, he didn&rsquo;t have enough time to worry about it too much since more of his relatives poured into the ballroom. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Changmin and Jaejoong excused themselves quickly and went to greet their guests. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">As Yoochun watched the couple bow, shake hands, and said hello to their families and friends, he noticed that Soojin was standing next to him.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Are you sure you&rsquo;re ready to do this, Yoochun-shii?&rdquo; Soojin asked in a low voice. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">The pianist&rsquo;s eyes were no longer on the woman but now focused on Changmin&rsquo;s face. &ldquo;Yea, I&rsquo;m ready for anything,&rdquo; he muttered and took a long sip of his wine.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">---</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Changmin watched as his husband struggled to stuff their carry-on bag into the overhead compartment. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Jaejoong grunted as he lifts the heavy bag and threw it into the compartment and shut it close forcefully.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Yah, Hyung! I put all of my art supplies in there. Can&rsquo;t you be a bit gentler with them?&rdquo; Changmin pouted.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Jaejoong took the first-class seat next to his husband and crossed his arms across his chest, &ldquo;Then, can&rsquo;t you be more loving towards your hubby? Your art supplies weigh a ton! And you&rsquo;re making me drag them around on our trip? This is our honeymoon, Min!&rdquo; </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;B&hellip;b&hellip;but I take them with me wherever I go! We&rsquo;re inseparable!&rdquo; The younger man whined and crossed his arms in the same fashion as his lover.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Jaejoong sighed and draped his arm over Changmin&rsquo;s shoulders. He pulled the artist close to him and placed a hard kiss on his lips, &ldquo;From now on, you and I are inseparable. Not even your art supplies can come between us.&rdquo; </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Or that Soojin witch&hellip;&rdquo; Changmin blurted. He instantly bit his lip for letting it slip.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Huh? What did you say, babe?&rdquo; The guitarist&rsquo;s eyes widened.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Nothing!&rdquo; The other man snapped and stared outside the airplane&rsquo;s small window.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Did you just say Soojin? Oh, my sexy darling, I already told you nothing&rsquo;s going on between us two,&rdquo; Jaejoong cooed and kissed the younger man&rsquo;s cheeks several times.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Oh, really? Then you want to explain to me why you two are always on TV together?&rdquo; Changmin questioned him impatiently.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;It&rsquo;s the media, babe. They air what they want people to believe,&rdquo; the older man sighed and rested his forehead against Changmin&rsquo;s, &ldquo;We work together under the same recording company. So, it&rsquo;s natural for us to be seen together.&rdquo;</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><i style="">Even at a hotel?</i> Changmin asked silently.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Baby, look at me,&rdquo; Jaejoong requested earnestly. After he got his husband&rsquo;s attention, his voice and face softened, &ldquo;This is our honeymoon, okay? We&rsquo;re going to have an amazing time together and I can&rsquo;t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. And, trust me when I say that you&rsquo;re the only person that I love. And the only person I see in front of me.&rdquo;</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Changmin grew pink and smiled sheepishly at the guitarist. He knew his husband always had a way with words. His worries and jealousy dissipated soon after gazing into Jaejoong&rsquo;s passionate eyes.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Ladies and gentlemen, please prepare for takeoff,&rdquo; the aircraft captain announced, &ldquo;Flight attendants, please take your seats.&rdquo;</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Jaejoong quickly buckled his own belt and reached over to help his husband. Changmin said he didn&rsquo;t need help but the older man had something else in mind. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">After fastening his husband&rsquo;s seat belt, Jaejoong grabbed the airplane&rsquo;s blanket and spread it across Changmin&rsquo;s lap. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">The latter glanced at the older man suspiciously but wasn&rsquo;t sure of what the other was planning. Suddenly, he felt a warm hand travelling ever so stealthily up his thigh. The hand hovered above the artist&rsquo;s crotch before making its landing and unzipping Changmin&rsquo;s jeans in one go.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Hyung&hellip;!&rdquo; Changmin moaned softly.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Call me baby, now!&rdquo; Jaejoong&rsquo;s husked voice was demanding and silky at the same time.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;B&hellip;baby&hellip;&rdquo; The younger man grunted when he felt Jaejoong rub against the thin fabric of his boxer briefs. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Louder&hellip;!&rdquo; Jaejoong demanded lowly and slipped his hand under Changmin&rsquo;s underwear. He wrapped his fingers around the latter&rsquo;s cock and began to stroke it slowly.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Changmin was glad that the loud engine of the airplane drowned out his voice as he groaned the word Jaejoong wanted him to say. The feeling of being physically lifted into the air by the plane added with the pleasure of being stroked made the artist dizzy. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to breathe as calmly as possible to avoid passing out.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">After the plane has reached its optimal height and speed and the seat belt light symbol was turned off, Jaejoong dipped his head low and rested his chin on Changmin&rsquo;s thigh. He lifted the blanket over his face along with his lover&rsquo;s lap.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Jaejoong Baby&hellip;! What are you&hellip;?&rdquo; The younger man bit his lip hard when sensations of pleasure coursed through his body like velvety honey. He tried clearing his throat and put on a normal expression, but failed miserably at both.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Jaejoong jerked his husband&rsquo;s jeans and boxer briefs down just above his knees so that they were still covered by the blanket. He ran the tip of his tongue up and down Changmin&rsquo;s length and enjoyed watching it twitch. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">The other tried to smile at the flight attendants who walked by to check up on the passengers. A few raised an eyebrow at Jaejoong&rsquo;s figure but no one asked a thing.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">The guitarist squeezed and twisted Changmin&rsquo;s base while sucking and licking tip vigorously. He took pleasure in the taste of pre-cum that oozed out of his lover after a minute of sucking. He blew at the wet cock before sitting back up comfortably in his seat.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Changmin watched in disbelief as Jaejoong wiped his mouth and smiled smugly. The older man looked straight ahead and acted as if nothing had happened.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Y&hellip;y&hellip;you! Ahh!&rdquo; Changmin growled and pulled up his jeans and underwear angrily. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Jaejoong smirked at his young husband and leaned in to kiss his neck. His kiss lingered and turned into a small nibble at the nape of his lover&rsquo;s neck. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">But Changmin jerked away quickly and snapped, &ldquo;Stop it, you&rsquo;re evil!&rdquo;</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Aww, is my baby mad?&rdquo; Jaejoong purred.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;I&rsquo;m not your baby,&rdquo; Changmin growled and faced away from his husband. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">The latter pouted but his lips soon curved upward into a smile with many hidden desires. &ldquo;You are my baby and no one else&rsquo;s,&rdquo; he said possessively, &ldquo;Now, I&rsquo;m going to head to the bathroom. But, I&rsquo;ll leave the door unlocked&hellip;&rdquo;</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Huh?&rdquo; Changmin frowned.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;In case, you know&hellip;you want to relieve that enormous bulge of yours,&rdquo; Jaejoong winked and got out of his seat without another word.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Changmin told himself he must keep his dignity so he remained still. But the uncomfortable bulge wouldn&rsquo;t go away no matter how much he willed it to do so. He glanced back at the bathroom and cursed softly under his breath, &ldquo;Fuck dignity. I need him.&rdquo;</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">The artist scrambled to the bathroom and took a deep breath before sliding open the door. The moment the door opened, a pair of hands grabbed him hard by the collar and pulled him forcefully inside.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Changmin barely had the chance to make a sound of protest when Jaejoong pulled him into a rough kiss. The guitarist hastily locked the bathroom door and threw his husband against it. He unfastened Changmin&rsquo;s belt and had his pants lowered in a flash.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;I knew you couldn&rsquo;t resist,&rdquo; Jaejoong husked and pressed his own needy flesh against the artist. He had undressed except for the sheer tank that he was wearing. As he grinded against Changmin, he muffled out his husband&rsquo;s sounds of pleasure with his own mouth.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Changmin was responding to the grind with his own gyrating hips. The friction and tight space of the small closet bathroom made him sweat and grow more excited. &ldquo;B&hellip;baby, I need you so bad,&rdquo; he moaned in between their make out.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Jaejoong nodded and pulled away from Changmin&rsquo;s mouth. He scanned the bathroom sink and grinned at the bottle of lotion. He grabbed it and husked to his husband, &ldquo;Turn around baby and spread your legs.&rdquo;</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">The other complied and felt his heart pound in anticipation. No matter how many times they&rsquo;ve had sex, Changmin always felt this unexplainable sense of excitement before they start. He panted as he watched the older man uncapping the bottle and squirting a generous amount into his hand.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Jaejoong caught Changmin&rsquo;s eyes and smirked at him. He smacked the artist&rsquo;s butt and began rubbing some of the lotion around his lover&rsquo;s entrance. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Changmin moaned from both the sting of the smack and the coolness of the lotion on his skin. He arched his back and offered himself to Jaejoong.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">The sight made the guitarist instantly hard and lustful. He gripped Changmin&rsquo;s hip with one hand while lathering his own length with the lotion. He leaned down and licked the younger man&rsquo;s earlobe and blew into his ear, &ldquo;Ready, baby?&rdquo;</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Yes, I&rsquo;m so fucking ready,&rdquo; Changmin groaned and wiggled his butt.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;God, how can you be so damn cute and sexy at the same time, baby?&rdquo; Jaejoong growled and rammed his cock deep inside his lover.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Changmin screamed at the rough intrusion and felt his body and face being pressed hard against the door. When he regained his senses, he prayed that he wasn&rsquo;t too loud that people outside could hear him. But in the back of his mind, he knew the chances of that were slim.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Jaejoong grunted and groaned in ecstasy as he drove deeper and harder into Changmin&rsquo;s hot tightness. He wrapped his arm around his husband&rsquo;s waist to synchronize their sex motions. With his free hand, Jaejoong pumped the younger man&rsquo;s weeping cock. His thrusts into Changmin matched with his strokes downward his lover&rsquo;s cock. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">The combined action drove Changmin over the edge and had his whole body shaking in pleasure. &ldquo;Fuck baby&hellip;!&rdquo; He gasped as spurts of cum shot out of his twitching cock and into Jaejoong&rsquo;s hand. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">The latter continued fucking his young husband and after a few more thrusts, he too was sent to the highest point of pleasure. &ldquo;Nnnnnghh&hellip;! Fuck, honey! Fuck fuck fuck!&rdquo; The spill of orgasmic words was followed by an explosion of cum inside Changmin&rsquo;s body. The guitarist groaned loudly as he came hard inside his husband and leaned tiredly against him. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">After catching their breaths, Changmin muttered and chuckled, &ldquo;I think people right outside the bathroom can hear us.&rdquo;</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Oh, baby, I wouldn&rsquo;t be surprised if everyone in the whole freaking plane could hear us! Did you listen to yourself? Tsk tsk! My baby is so daring nowadays,&rdquo; Jaejoong laughed and pulled Changmin into another passionate make out session. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">A light tapping on the door made them stop. &ldquo;Someone else needs to you the bathroom too,&rdquo; a voice informed them.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">Blushing from embarrassment, Changmin pulled on his clothes and hurried Jaejoong to do the same. The latter was a bit reluctance to give up their privacy and claimed that he didn&rsquo;t pay this much money to not be able to enjoy the whole flight wholeheartedly.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Flights don&rsquo;t include sex in their packages,&rdquo; Changmin joked.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Well, they should,&rdquo; the guitarist stated flatly and opened the door. He walked nonchalantly back to their seats and didn&rsquo;t pay attention to the whispers and frowns on from the other passengers. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">The artist on the other hand was red as a tomato and kept his eyes low on the floor. He caught someone saying, &ldquo;Isn&rsquo;t that Kim Jaejoong? Was he just having sex with a man?&rdquo;</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">The words brought him back down to a painful reality. As he took his seat and stared out the window, he thought about the situation of his marriage. It&rsquo;s true that they&rsquo;re legally married, but the fact was well-hidden from the public. Jaejoong&rsquo;s manager had skillfully put their marriage under the paparazzi&rsquo;s radar and kept Jaejoong&rsquo;s homosexuality an even greater secret.&nbsp; </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><i style="">&ldquo;Baby, it&rsquo;ll work,&rdquo; </i>Jaejoong had promised him when he proposed to Changmin. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;"><i style="">God, I really hope so,</i> Changmin prayed silently.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">And just as if the gods wanted to curse him, a familiar voice caught the artist&rsquo;s attention.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: small;">&ldquo;Ah, what a coincidence!&rdquo; Soojin exclaimed and clapped her hands together, &ldquo;I can&rsquo;t believe we&rsquo;re going to Rome together!&rdquo;<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><strong>Author's note: </strong>How's that for a comeback? Good...? 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<br>My ex-boyfriend distracted me while I was writing the OMSD SPECIAL. He sent me this adorable Cloud, from Final Fantasy, animation. <br /><br />Watch it even if you're not a big fan of FF. It's just too funny and cute!<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img height="240" width="240" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/minniepi/pic/000011s4/s320x240" alt="240" /><br /><br />&nbsp;</div><center><a href="http://fc07.deviantart.com/fs7/f/2005/244/6/a/the_cloud_song__to_the_left_.swf"> Watch here!</a></center><br />
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<br>Jon gave me these two plants. We are transporting them to my new apartment. My mom is in the front seat, holding them. She keeps asking what kind of plants they are. "They need water," she says.<br /><br />//Sent via Blackberry//
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<br>pax was awesome!<br /><br />apologies; blurry iphone photos:<br /><a href="http://kideternal.com/images/pax08/pax-tickets1.jpg"><img src="http://kideternal.com/images/pax08/pax-tickets1.jpg" width="300"></a> <a href="http://kideternal.com/images/pax08/pax-tickets2.jpg"><img src="http://kideternal.com/images/pax08/pax-tickets2.jpg" width="300"></a> <a href="http://kideternal.com/images/pax08/pax-theline.jpg"><img src="http://kideternal.com/images/pax08/pax-theline.jpg" width="300"></a> <br /><a href="http://kideternal.com/images/pax08/pax-audience.jpg"><img src="http://kideternal.com/images/pax08/pax-audience.jpg" width="300"></a> <a href="http://kideternal.com/images/pax08/pax-kenlevine.jpg"><img src="http://kideternal.com/images/pax08/pax-kenlevine.jpg" width="300"></a> <br /><br />ken levine's speech killed!<br />i'm still digesting.<br /><br />far cry 2 was as hoped!<br />its level-editor stomps.<br /><br />lotro party at gameworks was a hoot!<br />violets and i consumed much <i>forsaken ale</i>,<br />and helped bring lotro-server-guy and burning-seas-animator-girl together.<br />we got "servant of angmar" t-shirts,<br />and solved their rune-translation quest.<br />won no lifetime subscriptions,<br />but violets got another shirt named "ashen pony".<br /><br />was given sweet "sam & max" wall-art as booths closed.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.spore.com/ftl">spore</a> releases into our atmosphere soon,<br />with its insane level of polish<br />from all those repurposed simoleons.<br />competition is screwed!<br />ordered both electronic delivery and galactic edition.<br /><br />most mmo's end once you hit 50,<br />but not lotro; it begins there. :)<br /><br />disgusted by my lack of gaming friends;<br />nobody to discuss intricacies of properly-executed pvmp raid tactics with.<br /><br />bought headset, which drives violets nuts.<br />flying to tx in a week!<br /><br />iphone is working-well for videos;<br />am enjoying the bus more than driving.<br />need to mod script to autocrop better.<br /><br />crysis, far cry 2, fallout 3...<br />time for a new video card again?<br />the 8800gt overheats indoors in lotro;<br />automatic fan adjustment doesn't work.<br />managing it with hotkeys.<br /><br />siamese cats are insane.<br />i take that back:<br />cats are insane!
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An expert on user interface design, <a href=http://interfacematters.com/profile.html>Chris Blatnick</a>, recently reviewed <a href=http://www.eproductivity.com/>eProductivity</a> and shares his thoughts on his experience from a design and usability perspective:<br /> <blockquote>eProductivity is THE GTD solution for Lotus Notes. It has a very simple and intuitive user interface, one that stays out of the way until you need it. Since the GTD features are so finely integrated into the context of the work you do everyday, you immediately become more productive when using it. eProductivity avoids flashy functionality and complicated routines and instead quietly empowers you to perform your daily tasks faster and more efficiently. This is the hallmark of good software design, something the eProductivity team obviously knows a lot about. For those that want to greatly improve their performance, I can highly recommend eProductivity for Lotus Notes.</blockquote> <br /> Full post: <a href="http://interfacematters.com/2008/09/on-total-eproductivity-in-lotus-notes.html">Interface Matters: On Total (e)Productivity In Lotus Notes</a><br>Eric  Mack's personal blog<br><br><br>Originally posted on <a href="http://www.ericmackonline.com">Eric Mack Online</a>
 

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<a href="http://blog.openfirst.org/blogs/66">~welcome to the city with no people~</a>
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<br>Well, sadly that won't be happening anymore, Don LaFontaine aka the voice over on nearly every movie preview the last 4 decades, died Monday. <br />I honestly don't think movies will be quite the same now without his historic baritone. His voice had the power to not only captivate a whole audience, but also somehow make any movie seem watchable.<br /><br />RIP Dan LaFontaine <br /><br />This article has a lot of really good samples of his work, in case you still aren't certain who he is.<br /><a href="http://www.aintitcool.com/node/38150">http://www.aintitcool.com/node/38150</a>
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<a href="http://blog.openfirst.org/blogs/136">Cowboys Make Better Lovers</a>
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<br>I'm exhausted!  This weekend the campaign had a TON of important events.  Including a labor day parade - where I was in charge of getting 50-75 volunteers to come out and march.  I decided instead, however, to get over 100 people - we embarrassed the democrats for sure!  Our opponent, Chris Murphy, was definitely pissed off...  :)<br /><br />However, between starting classes this week, working on the campaign, working at Warnaco, and running the College Republicans...I'm exhausted.  Right after election day I'm going to need a VACATION!
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