Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Anecdote of the day: Said my mother, while spying on the Asian girls next door through the kitchen window, "It looks like they're watching a Korean drama. This must be the in-thing amongst your generation."

Anyway. I SARANG THE WORLD TODAY. HEARTS FOR ALL.

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Even though I've been a horrible bum in regards to schoolwork the past couple of weeks. (Although I still got an awesome progress report. A big fat HAHA @ the grade whores in my life who nag me about procrastinating.) And the teacher who I had designated to write my college reccs has mysteriously disappeared. But most everything else has been overwhelmingly pleasant. (Or at least it feels like it.) I feel somehow closer to my friends now than I ever had before; my lovely, environment-friendly DBSK bags from Thailand should be coming in any day now; THE NEW SEASON OF PROJECT RUNWAY IS AIRING; my school has a newly-founded club for fans of Asian dramas; my Language teacher loved the in-class essay I had subtly written about Jaejoong. (Yes, he's sneaking into my schoolwork. FEEL FREE TO JUDGE ME, JERKS. *fist shake*) I hope this bubble doesn't burst anytime soon. <33

Best of all, I'm making fanfic buddies! And surprisingly, most of them are younger than me. Be careful; the young ones are becoming crazy talented.

I'm particularly impressed with this preteen prodigy from Malaysia, who I swear can pull off smut and angst and probably imagery in general better than most college students. It's insane. She uses relevant, well thought-out metaphors, you guys. Metaphors in R-rated fic. I just. Really.

"But take your time, Mr. Kim. We know how hard it is to lose a loved one so suddenly, I understand."

It's a beautiful day to die, leaves falling in shades of burnt gold and scarlet in the shadow of rain clouds, air growing crisp with early frost. It's one of those goodbye days. I can tell.

"Any time you want, Mr. Kim. Any time."

^ WHAT KIND OF PRETEEN WRITES LIKE THATafafsadafsdas*DYING of jealousy*

To squeeze in another bit of gushing, this is the most creatively executed fanfic I have ever read in any fandom. The entire story is told through IM message conversations, phone call transcripts, e-mails, blog posts and the like. And it's hilarious to boot. Honestly, I wish I was cool enough to have written this. :(

Dear Mr. Calvin Klein:
(Or whatever your name is, I don't know I'm not psychic.)

As a member of this democratic society, I believe I, Kim Jaejoong, have the full right to say that I find your two Eternity ads are very offending. You are probably wondering, "How is this possible?" Well, you see, in the corresponding ads, you have clearly depicted a man and a woman in an affectionate type of embrace/pose; therefore, one would naturally assume that the two are in love. Now, please do pardon me for saying this, but I fail to see how love and the selling of fragrances relate. Love sucks and perfume does not suck. I tell you this because I have experienced both first hand. The perfume was good, the love was; well, to frankly put it, not. So I have officially concluded, Love (unlike perfume) does not exist (because the best friends of this world suck and are blind and oblivious). However, I will tell you what do exist. Motherfucking bitches do.

AMEN.
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