• Gaya_SB

    they left a spot for Janghyun….

    • http://twitter.com/spamano_ea Erick Ahmad

      let’s see…

      ah, you were right!
      i’m really slow when it comes to this thing, but after i look carefully, i guess i know what you mean… can i explain it here? since i’m really excited ’bout this
      *fanboy mode on :D*

      *Spoiler Alert*
      at the last scene, their last pose at the stage in comparison to the haystacks were not symmetric, their position tends to their right side as they left a small empty place at their left side, which is supposed to be JangHyun’s place… am i right?
      *Spoiler Ends, for the one who doesn’t like it, sorry for pointing it out*

      hope he could finish his military service safely so it will be Sunny Hill compeletely once again…

  • http://www.facebook.com/people/Nate-Broadus/100003245734823 Nate Broadus

    I wouldn’t want to say “goodbye” to any of my romances; every one of them added to my life knowledge pool, and still mean something, as well. Even the ones that ended piss poorly were needed stepping stones. Sure, at the time I felt like a testicle clamp doused in salt and lemon juice would hurt less than the end of a particular relationship, but time gives you (if you let it) perspective. 

    A favorite Christmas memory? That would be the year that every member of my family made it to my Grandpa’s place for Christmas. I’m pretty sure I was 7 years old. His house was no bigger than a phone booth, but everyone piled in and seemed thrilled to be there. I don’t remember one dour face or impatient sigh — just a ton of laughter, hugs and “welcomed” questions (no excuses to critique, just genuine want to catch up with a loved family member). 

    I also got some Ninja Turtles, so that alone would have pushed that holiday into the top 3 of all time.

  • http://www.facebook.com/people/Nate-Broadus/100003245734823 Nate Broadus

    I wouldn’t want to say “goodbye” to any of my romances; every one of them added to my life knowledge pool, and still mean something, as well. Even the ones that ended piss poorly were needed stepping stones. Sure, at the time I felt like a testicle clamp doused in salt and lemon juice would hurt less than the end of a particular relationship, but time gives you (if you let it) perspective. 

    A favorite Christmas memory? That would be the year that every member of my family made it to my Grandpa’s place for Christmas. I’m pretty sure I was 7 years old. His house was no bigger than a phone booth, but everyone piled in and seemed thrilled to be there. I don’t remember one dour face or impatient sigh — just a ton of laughter, hugs and “welcomed” questions (no excuses to critique, just genuine want to catch up with a loved family member). 

    I also got some Ninja Turtles, so that alone would have pushed that holiday into the top 3 of all time.