Right... I just came back from Korea (if about... 10 days is 'just' and realised that I have also fallen victim to the Korean-wave sweeping over Asia. Too bad the Japan-wave is over... I feel kinda depressed that I wasn't really around to witness and enjoy it.

Right, and anyway, I have a feeling that instead of allowing others to view my ugly art, I should really post the new-and-improved ones (self-perceived).

Haha... should I fan-girl? Yes. I should. It would be too late to say no, anyway.
After realising recently(not) that I cannot remember most male faces and stick it to their names for nuts, I shall just refer to them as I know them. However, there are some exceptions from this powerful curse.

They are:
-TV(f)XQ/DBSK/THSK/Dong Bang Shin Ki/ Tohoshinki/... (you don't really want me to continue, right?)
-Jae Joong! (from THSK)
-Lee Jun/Joon Ki/Gi
-Joo Ji Hoon
-John Hoon (the problem is that I can't remember his Korean name)
-Lee Hong Ki/Gi

In fact, DBSK was the first boyband I actually like and the fastest I got acquainted with their nicknames, names and faces. (I got it nailed in less than a day! Haha!)

And I realise that I like to see guys cry... but they must cry pretty... like Lee Hong Ki and Lee Jun Ki (heh... name kink?). And there are guys who make very cute pouts, like John Hoon. His pout is just so filled with angst half the time! He has such a baby-face.

Speaking of baby-faces, I realise that the guy acting as Hwang Tae Kyung (don't remember his name... Jung... something something?) has a really cute smile. I couldn't pin-point why I liked it so much until I read a youtube comment that said he had a baby-face (thank the lord for commenters(sp?) once again(not sure if I have ever praised them before)! And that guy... when I first saw him, I thought he looked kinda Japanese... maybe that's why I like him so much?

And now that I think about it, all the specific guys in my list above have rather feminine faces.... I think it's a kink.

There are some other guys I like, I suppose, but I just don't know their names. Faces, probably, but I can't put those identities together.

Moving on to the Japanese guys. Being the person that I am, I realise that I tend to hanker after things that are not given to me. What I mean by that? Meaning, if I'm in Korea, I tend to want to fangirl over Jap stuff. Over in Japan, would I do the same? Not sure. HAHA.

Right, before I digress further... I like:

-Hizaki of Versailles
-Jin Akanishi of Kat-tun
-Ueda Tatsuya of Kat-tun(as well)<3

I'm still deciding on whether or not I should add Yamapi to the list or not.

Not much to fangirl over this, because I haven't gone to Japan yet. And I just realised that I'm not dissing men as usual... even more oddly, I'm not promoting the fact that I got introduced to my favourite boyband by my favourite singer. Strange. I think I'm really turning into a bimbo. Or is if just the holiday frivolity?

...

I think I've really turned into one! D: Before I continue bemoaning that fact, I shall mention that embarrassing (sp?) things happened to me both in Korea and where? Oh well. Right. I shall not complain.

I think I should begin beefing up on my knowledge... if not I would seriously lose. Right... and I should start speaking proper English again... before it slips even more. Finally... I should get back to posting more (horrible, but supposedly better than before) art on DA, right?

Yay! I spent nearly half-an-hour on this post even though I was so reluctant to begin with it. And before anyone asks, and to remind myself, I only wanted to post this in the first place to get displace my even more redundant and frivolous previous entry.

That was kinda long. And, if this doesn't make sense at all, I shall add that it was written under the influence of alcohol. Not just beer, but really REALLY much stronger than beer. This paragraph was written to salvage my reputation (if I had any to begin with).

p.s. If anyone knows where to buy the Korean movie version of Antique Bakery (which at least still has its yaoi elements) in Singapore, do tell me, please.


*edit* I remember I wanted to say something about the above-mentioned guys.... I recalled it yesterday night... now I don't. Boo-hoo.

I watched a documentary just the other day, about Ancient Egypt and her apocalypse. It reminded me of why I fell in love with Ancient history in the first place. It's a beautiful place to llose yourself in, after all, you are witnessing the demise of someone other than yourself. You know that there is someone worse than you.

Alright, that part was just a sort of joke. I love the culture and things that people had discovered in the past, that's probably why i find it so fascinating. It reminds me of why I want to travel the world in the first place.

I would move from Greece to Italy to Spain, to Germany, to Austria! Anywhere that is within my reach! I want to know everything about them and their culture!

Then, moving on to my reminiscing.

I actually used to learn Latin Dance. As in, the choreographed Cha-Cha, Jive, Rumba, Bachata, and a little of the watchamacallit? Never mind... I think it was the Salsa or something. (Somehow, salsa reminds me chilli.)

Anyway, my point is that Latin Dance can do wonders to your sense of modesty. I used to be this really really conservative girl who did not believe in showing too much skin, but Dance changed all that. After awhile, I really dared to bare. I could wear short-skirts and walk around without a qualm, and then dance and allow it to flair up (of course there were shorts beneath).

Then comes the competition dresses. Of course, around here, there aren't many makers of DanceSport costumes. In fact, in my entire dance school there was only one. It was a tailor-made or hand-made-but-off-the-shelf kind of thing. Everything was made by thta woman, and then she would import materials from Japan and charge a bomb fo it. A (small)simple skimpy dress could cost $360, and a full costume (that also didn't have much material) costs over a thousand dollars.

These items are rip-offs, but if they made you noticable in the championships, then it was worht it, I suppose. I never had a real costume, just a two-piece that was made to match some ugly thing. So, with my parents' wedding anniversary coming up early next year, I was hoping I could get a nice costume made for myself.

Right. Enough with the frivolous rambling.... But that is all I have for today.

Really, 4 months... Even I'm surprised at my laziness.... Haha.

Anyway, books can really do that to you, can't they? They make you think and realize things, and drill in the importance of others. Yes, I do read romance novels, I read them because... well, a girl HAS to have some sort of delusion once in a while, right? You can't expect one to live in reality without a reprieve, you know? That's why fiction was invented. And pardon me for saying this, but, as nature, I personally think that we are all escapists. We have this thing built into us to run away from what we cannot always fully accept.

But I suppose we will... eventually....

Still, I digress. Winning me over is no easy feat, but when you do, you have me in for it. Head over heels, unless it was something I was very against or skeptical of originally, I would do everything in my power to believe in the thing that has stolen my heart.

I started reading a book by Eva Ibbotson, sick as I was of reading modern and sometimes frivolous romances and after having not finished a proper book in eons. It is suffice to say, I have just finished it, or you would not be catching me talk about endings.

This ending, is not so different from others I have come across, but the romance and what had conspired between the two main characters caught me. It caught me in it's web and I cannot possibly think of a way to retrieve myself from it. Also, as a person who can't say she... likes children, I'm not usually fond of endings with children involved. This ending, commonly seen in other novels took me in a different direction in terms of emotion from other stories. This romance is so deep,that I felt that it could not be unravelled by the mere presence of a child.

Because I've always thought of a child as a hindrance in passion. Yes, you would say, speak for yourself, but, I think, that some phobias are not entirely understandable to everybody.

For once, in that moment when the child's existence was full by its birth, by the presence of a personality, I did not hate. I did not slam the book shut, nor did I spee-read through to the end. I was touched by it. As described in the book, "and [he] was undone". Much the same way, I could feel the love for the child, the meaning of it. That not everything was based on passion, now, I realize this more fully.

Even when the novel moved on to the end about the loss of love, I found that I could relate to it fully. Something I don't usually do. It was always a detached sympathy or a kind of viewer's joy that overcomes me when I read... but this is one of the few times, that it is different.

There are no tears involved, just... pure feelings and thoughts, how one can be "undone" at the simplest word, sentence, or story. And how in touch with oneself one can get through, ironically, looking at another's life.


Truly and purely, I have come, once again, "undone" through what was supposed to be in an alleviation of boredom. Sometimes, life never ceases to amaze me that how you always find the oddest things at the oddest times.... Or maybe, that's just me.(:

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And I do apologize for the lengthy entry, but I guess it's all my pent up thoughts being released in a go.... The last time I wanted to post an entry (but never did, as you can see) I wanted someone to debate philosophy with me, distressed as I was that I could not find someone to do it.... It seems no one is interested in doing so in my "social circle".

Nevertheless, I think I have been a little incoherent in this entry... I suppose I couldn't exactly put my raw emotions on "paper", as one might say. But, by the time you read this and not get why I was or was not incoherent, it probably means that you've skipped the top part of the entry. Haha(:

of the laziest person in the world. Seriously. Speaking of world, I want to got to Vienna, Italy, Venice(yes, I know it's in Italy), Rome (I know. Don't nag), Paris(ok, France in general). They're all European conutries... because I think I need a little culture shock and some new experiences(: Ultimately, my goal is a world tour(:

Now, after digressing so much, I can't re-....

Wait.

I think it's coming back to me now.... Ah, yes.
Me and Math.
I'm beginning to think that I'm actually wayyyyyyyy weirder than I really am [ which is super weird already, in the definition of most people. Hey,I live in a democratic society ]

My mum complains that I know, grasp and understand the concept of complicated math, but can't do simple math. What my math genius friends find easy, I find difficult. What they find difficult, I often find it do-able or easy. Strange, right?

Ah well.

I have a seriously stinking self-esteem, but ego the size of an elephant.
I think I behave similarly to Wagner(which is scary) and our physiques have a FEW common points. Lol. I'm not a guy. So strike that thought out.

And... ah... something else I wanted to say... I can't remember. Oh, and just so whosoever reads this journal knows, I proclaimed I'm lazy and I AM lazy, but, hey, I felt bored and wanted to rant at the same time, so, I decided to do this(:

I want to join Latin dance again and Ballroom dance as well. Random(:

You know what's more random? I accidentally typed "ass" when I was typing "as". LOL.

Well, I think I'll end off here, since I can't remember what I wanted to type, when it flashed in my head for a split second.

I LOVE LITERATURE.(:

p.s. those who read this should not feel offended in any way [though I don't know how, because I don't think I have written anythign particualarly offensive ] and I think I'm gonna flunk all my tests. By the way, have you ever noticed that right after you learn a new word, you notice it everywhere? Or maybe it's just me(:

See, I'm such a hardworking person. I didn't make an entry for... 3 months and I finally updated.

Okay. Now I can't remember what I wanted to write.... Uh.... Right.
If I seem more random than usual, blame it on the memory.

I just totally forgot--oh, wait! I think something is coming back to me!

Much as a fememinist I am, I am quite jealous of the relationship between men. They seem so free about expressing their emotions to each other. Females are so sensitive, I sometimes abhorr it; and yes, I am that typical "sensitive" girl... at times, anyway. When I don't like that person.

Whee.

Okay.

I don't know what else to say.

I had much more to say before this.

Uhhhh......

If it helps, my birthday is in a few days and the party is 2 days away? I can't wait to get my presents!

I can't do house-wife stuff.

I hate housework.

I'm not obsessed with anything currently: surprising.

Okay. Whatever. I think I'll just do the entry thing again when I feel like it.