nobody said it'd be easy.

hello.

unmyeong — Tue, 09 Jun 2009 23:49:06 GMT

so if you haven't noticed yet, i:

1. am even more boring!
2. removed everyone.
3. moved to laffes.

see you there. :)

melting the butter.

unmyeong — Tue, 12 May 2009 00:56:51 GMT

thoughts on the "it's you" MV! you knew this was coming.

- i. laughed. very hard. at kibum's get-up. B|
- at first, at a distance, i thought they looked sharp! and then the close-ups happened and I WANTED TO KILL EVERYONE'S STYLIST, GOD. most of them, anyway sdfoidsf
- kyuhyun's hair had potential to be sexy, but then it kind of looked like an ajumma perm. >8(
- donghae is gorgeous? IN B4 WOW SO BIASED
- KILL SMASH RAAAGE people should not be wearing garbage bags as clothes ok thx
- OR PINK BELTS WITH GREY SUITS
- although kyuhyun's whole "yeah i'm gonna open my shirt with a half-done tie" was kind of hot sodifsdf
- yesung was kind of attractive. just a little. >8(
- I. LOVED. SHIWON'S HAIR. when it was not sticking up, holy shit, that is such a perfect look for him ;A;
- I AM A SUCKER FOR TIES, GOOD GOD
- maybe it's me, but ryeowook looked gayer than usual. i-in a good kind of gay? IDK.
- HYUKJAE, can i get a WHAT WHAT... IN THE BUTT. i-i mean, he looked so gangsta, it was kind of hilarious and badass at the same time. T__T
- bowl cuts should not exist. SHOULD NOT EXIST.
- godddd hyukjaeeeee ;A;
- i want to burn kibum's hair. >8(
- i fell in love with sungmin, but the harem pants made me want to die. >8(((
- shindong should sing more often! :) his voice isn't half bad.
- lmao, i liked han geng's... peacoat thing. :')
- I LOVE SUNGMIN.
- and also kyuhyun and also donghae and also heechul needs to get rid of the emo hair, that poser
- PHONE BOOTHS. I LOVE PHONE BOOTHS, ESPECIALLY IN DEPRESSING SETTINGS am i weird oh my god, this is all thu's fault 8(
- yesung's ad libbing was kind of hot oh god.
- donghae bias, what what.
- TWIRLY FINGERS. I LOVE TWIRLY FINGER DANCES MORE THAN I LOVE PHONE BOOTHS except not really.
- HEECHUL ON A MOTORCYCLE
- the ending was... anticlimactic. B|

... i liked the song? :')

[FST] [D18] i will kiss your stubborn lips

unmyeong — Sun, 03 May 2009 03:22:57 GMT

series: katekyo hitman reborn!
pairing / characters: dino + hibari
medium: fanmix (9 tracks + covers)
download: .zip file at MF
other: cover art from pastel music

and so! here goes nothing, i guess. :|

01 CHASE COY - A RAINY DAY SONG
(ENGLISH / indie acoustic)
OT note: lmao, chase coy is my new favourite boy ever. i'm not even kidding. :| ♥

i believe that if you leave
i'll be just fine, yeah, i'll be fine

but for now i'm stuck here waiting for
the sun to come and stop this awful downpour

and the clouds will clear and i will hear the sound
of singing birds outside my window

-

02 CHESTER FRENCH - FINGERS
(ENGLISH / indie pop-rock)
OT note: me and chester french have a very peculiar relationship. i would be listening to them and be going, "why do i still have this song?" and then when the next one comes on, i would be like, "dude, i like them a lot." they have kind of a funky sound to them, but not really?

and the fingers of your mind
have wrapped around my spine
and made me feel so blind

-

03 FEIST - MY MOON MY MAN
(ENGLISH / alternative pop)
OT note: ---

heart on my sleeve
not where it should be
the song's out of key again

my moon's white face
what day and what phase?
it's the calendar page again

-

04 JASON MRAZ - I'M YOURS
(ENGLISH / really cheesy pop!)
OT note: bawling, this is really kind of embarrassing. so anyways, once upon a time, i was sitting in the car! listening to the radio! (this was before "i'm yours" was really popular all of a sudden.) and then i was like "DUDE this really reminds me of D18," and so this has been my D18 song ever since. even if it's not your D18 song, it's your "wow there is a really big smile on my face right now!" song, because jason mraz is a such sweetheart. ♥

before the cool done run out
i'll be giving it my bestest
nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention
i reckon its again my turn to win some or learn some

-

05 ERIN McCARLEY - HELLO/GOODBYE
(ENGLISH / alternative pop)
OT note: you might recognize erin mccarley from the song "love, save the empty" from the movie "he's just not that into you"! ... why yes i watch those kinds of films. ;A; but i really like erin's voice, it's very alto-ish and soothing.

i'd love to hear you say anything but silence
you're unaware that i'm so tired
and i've tried to understand
am i the only one who cares for you?
i can't let you, let you disappear

-

06 SO NYEO SHI DAE (소녀시대) - T.O.P. (LIVE)
(KOREAN / R&B)
OT note: it's a rip, so the quality isn't outstanding or anything. "T.O.P." was originally sung by SHINHWA.

D.O.P., D.O.G., i found out after you left
that no one else could take your place
i prayed everyday that you would be unhappy
i prayed, now come back to me

ACRONYMS USED:
T.O.P. = twinkling of paradise
D.R.C. = dangerous, risky, chaos
D.O.P. = delight of passion
D.O.G. = delight of gorgeousness
M.I.L. = millennium, innocent, love

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07 KIM SUNGHEE (김성희) - THEN IT'S DONE (그럼 된거죠)
(KOREAN / pop ballad)
OT note: ---

the truth is that this person is an unexpected trouble
i laugh and i will be free from the hurt
when will you need me to be by your side?

-

08 CHASE COY - I'M READY
(ENGLISH / indie acoustic)
OT note: ---

i don't know if you've noticed
but i'm trying not to show that i'm scared
that one day i might wake up
and realize that you are not there

-

09 JAY CHOU (周杰倫) - SEVEN MILE FRAGRANCE (七里香)
(CHINESE / pop)
OT note: this is my favourite jay chou song ever and also i sing it very off-tune at karaoke parties, but that is not the point! ♥ jay uses very poetic chinese, so the english translation might sound a bit wonky. :|

rain falls the whole night, my love overflows just like rainwater
the butterfly on the windowsill is like the beautiful chapter that flutters about in the poem
i continue to write, to write my eternal love for you into the poem's ending
out of everything there is, the only thing i want to understand is you

that fulfilling ear of rice, this happy season
and your cheek is like a ripened tomato in the fields
you suddenly say to me that "seven mile fragrance" is a beautiful name
but all i can think of right now is kissing your stubborn lips

let me know if anything's not working!

maybe i'll get it right someday!

unmyeong — Sat, 02 May 2009 00:32:11 GMT

SCREAMING sdoifmsdfsdfoiewf

butler @ dreamwidth
leafed is so good to me it hurts ;A; ♥♥♥

... although it looks so much like LJ it doesn't even make sense but THAT IS OKAY.

who is everyone. B|

your fingers wrapped around my spine.

unmyeong — Fri, 01 May 2009 00:31:56 GMT

rippling in the water.

unmyeong — Mon, 20 Apr 2009 23:50:54 GMT

A LETTER TO MY SON
written by tim o'brien, author.

Dear Timmy,

A little more than a year ago, on June 20, 2003, you dropped into the world, my son, my first and only child – a surprise, a gift, a miracle, an eater of electrical cords, a fertilizer factory, a joy, a pain in the rear, a thrill in the heart, all the platitudes with a big red cherry on top.

Here’s the truth: Boy, oh boy, do I love you. And, boy, do I wish I could spend the next 50 years with my lips to your cheek, my eyes warming in yours.

But as you wobble into your sixteenth month, it occurs to me that you may never really know your dad. The actuarial stuff looks grim. Even now, I’m what they call an “older father”, and in 10 years, should I have the good luck to turn 68, I’ll almost certainly have trouble keeping up with you. Basketball will be a problem. And 20 years from now… well, it’s sad, isn’t it?

Sadder yet, that’s the very best scenario. Life is fragile. Hearts go still. So now, just in case, I want to tell you about your father, the man you think I am. And by that I mean not just the graying old coot you may vaguely remember, but the guy who shares your name and your blood and half your DNA.

Above all, I am this: I am in love with you. Pinwheeling, bedazzled, aching love. If you know nothing else, know that you were adored by your dad.

In many ways, a man is what he yearns for, and while it may never happen, I yearn to walk a golf course with at your side. I yearn for a golden afternoon in late August when you will sink a tough 12-footer to beat me by a stroke or two. I want to shake your hand. I want to say, “Nine more holes?”

I yearn to scatter good books around the house – in the bathrooms, on the kitchen counter, on the floor beside your bed – and I hope I’m there to watch you pick one up and turn that first precious page. I yearn to see the rapture on your face. (Right now, you eat books.)

I yearn to learn from you. I want to be your teacher, yes, but I also want to be your student. I yearn to be taught, again and again, what I’ve already started to know: that a grown man can find pleasure in the sound of a happy squeal, a gap toothed grin, in the miraculous utterance of the word “Daddy”.

I yearn to watch you perform acts of kindness and generosity. I yearn to witness your first act of moral courage. I yearn to hear you mutter, however awkwardly, “Yeah, yeah, I love you, too,” and I yearn to believe you will mean it.

It’s hard to imagine as I watch you now, so lighthearted and purely good, so ignorant of gravestones, but, Timmy, you’re in for a world of hurt and heartache and sin and doubt and frustration and despair. You will do fine things, I know, but you will also do bad things, because you are wholly human, and I wish I could be on hand to offer forgiveness.

More than that, I long for the day when you might also forgive me. I waited too long Timmy. Until the late afternoon of June 20, 2003, I had defined myself, for better or worse, by the novels and stories I had written. I had sought myself in sentences. I had loved myself only insofar as I loved a chapter or a scene or a scrap of dialogue. This is not to demean my life or my writing. I do hope you will someday read the books and stories; I hope you will find my ghost in those pages, my best self, the man I wish to be for you. Call it pride, call it love, but I even dare to hope that you will commit a line or two to memory, for in the dream-space behind those vowels and consonants is the sound of your father’s voice, the kid I once was, the man I am now, the old man I will soon become.

That said, I would trade every syllable of my life’s work for an extra 5 or 10 years with you, whatever the going rate might be. A father’s chief duty is not to instruct or to discipline. A father’s chief duty is to be present. And I yearn to be with you forever, always present, even knowing it cannot and will not happen.

There have been advantages, of course, to becoming a father at my age. I doubt that at 28 or even 38 I would have been so willing – so eager – to walk away from my work to warm your bottle. I doubt I would have fully appreciated, as I do now, the way you toddled over to me this morning and laughed and gave me a first unsolicited hug. (You knew I was waiting, didn’t you?) I doubt I would have so easily tolerated the din at bedtime, or your stubborn recklessness, or your determination to electrocute yourself, or the mouthfuls of dirt you take from the potted plants in the foyer, or how, just a moment ago, you hit the delete key as I approached the end of this letter.

You’re on my lap now, my spectacular Timmy. I’m using your fingers to type these words.

I love you.

Dad

our world studies teacher read this out loud to us in class, and i thought that it was the most amazing letter in the world.

the part that got to me the most was this:
"Above all, I am this: I am in love with you. Pinwheeling, bedazzled, aching love."

beautiful, beautiful stuff. :)

a bossa nova sound.

unmyeong — Sun, 19 Apr 2009 17:44:49 GMT

that's a violin + a photo frame in the background, if you were wondering.

the song is "blue mind" from "hana yori dango." which i hate. i mean the drama, not the song, because otherwise i wouldn't be playing it. i messed up like... four times. :')

i also need to tune my piano! because it's really osidmfoisdf to me and gross. sometimes i wish i didn't quit piano so i could have MAD SKILLS and play like... 60984636 times faster than i usually play because i have to stop every so often and go like WHAT IS THIS NOOOOTE.

-

Once upon a time, in the middle of the Hundred-Acre Wood lived a young knight named Pooh Bear. Sir Pooh was only recently given his current title, as he was knighted a week ago by His Majesty Christopher Robin. And as soon as Pooh became Sir Pooh, he decided that he was going to be off on a journey. So a week after his "promotion," you might say, he went up to the Royal Court and spoke to the King.

"Your Majesty," said Sir Pooh, bowing, "I was wondering if I could get a squire any time soon. I'm off on a journey to do good things and I wanted a companion."

"Oh," said Christopher Robin, leaning back against his magnificent burnished chair and thought for a very long time. "Well, we haven't got one right now, Sir Pooh. Perhaps if you look nearby Owl's place you can find one."

So with Christopher Robin's wise idea implanted inside Sir Pooh's head, he went to Owl's tree as soon and as fast as he could while sporting heavy tin armour and a clean, new wooden sword made from cherry wood, which was by far heavier than older swords that were made from elm trees. Sir Pooh still wasn't used to this kind of heaviness, but he braved it anyway. It was rude to ask questions.

By the time Sir Pooh got there, he had noticed two things: It was almost completely outside, and there was a small pink pig standing on the edge of the road, looking quite lost. He was wearing light armour—the ones that didn't get in the way of anything like Sir Pooh's did.

"Good day, sir," greeted Sir Pooh warmly, stopping at where the pig was. "My name is Sir Pooh. Are you lost? Can I help you with anything?"

"Yes, actually," said the piglet with an embarrassed tone. "My name is Piglet. Today I was supposed to be looking after Tigger's pet cat, who he obtained from someone else, who got it from another person, but I'm afraid that it climbed up the tree here—" he pointed to the tree next to them "—and now it can't get down!"

"Oh, bother!" said Sir Pooh sympathetically. "Don't worry, Piglet, I can get the kitty down in no time. I'm a knight, after all!" He gave Piglet a reassuring smile, took off his heavy amour and wooden sword, and climbed up the tree, looking for the cat. Only moments later, Sir Pooh came down with the cat safely in his arms, and handed it to him.

"Oh, thank you, Sir Pooh!" cried Piglet happily. "I can't thank you enough!"

"It's my duty," insisted Sir Pooh, "to help the weak, poor, and defenseless! Although you look like you need some help yourself," he added as he saw Piglet's terrible appearance. "What's happened to you?"

Piglet sighed and began to explain to Sir Pooh how his former knight thought he was incompetent, and so the former knight left Piglet behind to fend for himself.

"That's terrible!" said Sir Pooh firmly. "Piglet," he said, "how does the idea of you being my squire sound? We can go on all sorts of adventures together, doing good things to make the world a better place. If we talk to His Majesty the King, Christopher Robin, one of my best friends, I'm sure we can work this out."

Needless to say, Piglet agreed, and that's how their adventures together began.

-

written for world lit, oh yeah.
we are going to read "a mid-summer night's dream" and it will be fabulous.
hopefully.

FREAKY FREAKY FRESH.

unmyeong — Wed, 08 Apr 2009 15:55:45 GMT

↓

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I SKIPPED SOME PARTS IN THE MIDDLE... like as in the part where I GET BEAT UP :|
... but that's because i DO NOT ADMIT DEFEAT!!

i am TOO COOL FOR SCHOOL i know, i know soidmfsdfsdf

god, i'm so badass it HURTS ON THE INSIDE

panda panda panda roll.

unmyeong — Wed, 08 Apr 2009 04:03:40 GMT

i realize that i don't say a lot of weird things on LJ.
... here is my twitter. :'|

i could've danced all night.

unmyeong — Tue, 31 Mar 2009 02:19:31 GMT

so anyway, i promised a tutorial on colouring manga to tori (filterpaper) a while back on twitter...! dino is the example because, secretly, i want to marry him. i know, i'm such an oldaphile ;A;

also, if you want the .PSD file (which will probably not do you any good, y'know), go ahead and say so! :)

-

from to or , yay! \o/

- 16 (+ 1) steps
- medium-hard difficulty
- made in CS2, but you can totally skip the selective colouring bit :)

STEP 1. get a base! this is like... the easiest step ever.

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STEP 2. so some of you may already know that i have OCD issues with everything. :| my base, because i resized it and all, is kind of blurry to me, so i went to FILTER > SHARPEN > SMART SHARPEN and set the sharpen-ness to 16%. yeah. :|

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STEP 3. is actually two steps but whatever, i just combined them! because on top of dino's head is ugliness, you just take the pen tool and fill the ugliness with black. you get what i'm sayin'? also, duplicate your base and set it to SOFT LIGHT 100%. but that step is also optional if your base is gross. mine isn't gross. i am just OCD. :|

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STEP 4. get yo' base colours! \o/ they should all be flat and gross-looking and on a layer set to MULTIPLY 100%. also, a word of advice: use the pen tool instead of the brush tool. IT SAVES SO MUCH TIME AND EFFORT. another word of advice: YOU ARE ALWAYS RIGHT. you heard me. you are ALWAYS ALWAYS RIGHT. never doubt yourself when choosing the colour! because: dun-dun-dun, you're right about it. also, BS things you don't want to do.

... this is why i'm failing school right now sodifmPOSDFOISMDF okay, let's move on. :'|b

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STEP 5. IS THE FUNNEST PART. this is where you shade things! add a new layer set to MULTIPLY 100%; your brush should be either 3pt or 5pt, HARDNESS 0%, NORMAL, OPACITY 55%. i first did his skin, because the skin's always the easiest part for me. you can see i shaded the top part of the left side of his face, where the hair hits, most of the right side of his face, and his neck. it's really faint right now, but that's where the next parts come in. :)

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STEP 6. shade moar! what is there to say about this. :| add a new layer set to MULTIPLY 100%, your brush should still be the same, blah blah blah.

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STEP 7. even more shading! wow, sophie, you must be really bored!!

as a matter of fact, i was procrastinating on drawing my canopic jar based on my most important values in life.

that will most likely be a pineapple.

what do pineapples have to do with canopic jars?

i'm not sure myself.

(GET ON WITH IT.)

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STEP 8. okay, so now is where we get to mess with dino's hair! \o/ i am one of those people who fail miserably at shading hair. in fact, i think i got his hair to be orange... yeah, idk. :| so, as you can see, i totally and completely BSed the whole thing. i am pretty amazing, i know, i know.

set your brush to MULTIPLY, 55%, you know the drill!

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STEP 9. i've turned him into a carrot-head :(

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STEP 10. WOW SOPHIE WHAT IS THIS. so you know, regular human hair have highlights, right? i mean, i don't know about all you other non-species, but sometimes LIGHT HITS OUR HAIR AND THEN IT TURNS BRIGHTER THAN THE NORMAL COLOUR REALLY IS. so, add a new layer set to OVERLAY something something % (wow i'm so amazing) with your brush set to NORMAL, 55% (still!) and... like... highlight it. :| you are a master hairstylist, you are.

the reason why you don't do it on SOFT LIGHT is because SOFT LIGHT makes it look washed-out and gross. :)

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STEP 11. so anyway, this is the step where YOU WANT TO DUPLICATE YOUR BASE AND HIDE IT. :| because this is the part where you will mess up sometimes, and then you find that your history hates you and then you cry. :|

so, take the eyedropper thingy and find the darkest part of his skin. mine would be like... his nose. now you have that colour on your brush thingy! so, ON YOUR BASE LAYER, set your brush tool to 3pt, SCREEN, 55%, and then colour in the parts of the skin that shouldn't be black. this is kind of hard to explain... :|

also, LEAVE THE EYEBROW AND EYE, ok thx.

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STEP 12. for the hair, you just repeat the same thing you did with the face! \o/ be careful not to beat up anything else or it might look weird.

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STEP 13. now it's the eyebrows, the edges of the eye, and the iris! or... the colour-part of your eye! what is that called, srsly. :| for dino's eyebrows (which i love soidfmsfd), take a very dark brown and colour it. for the edges of his eyes, take the same brown, but don't do it over the light brown bits! D:

for the iris itself, it makes a very little difference in this particular picture, but take a light brown, set your brush to 1pt, SCREEN, 80% and try to colour around it so the brown is prettier.

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STEP 14. for the text bubble, i took my brush (which was a red-orange thingy), set it to 5pt, SCREEN, 75% and coloured over it. because it was bothering me. yeah. :|

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STEP 15. almost done! add a layer directly above the penned black box over dino's head and the base image itself, set it to SCREEN 17%, and fill it with an orange colour (#ff9343).

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STEP 16. if you don't have photoshop CS2 or higher, you can skip this step. for those of you who do, add a SELECTIVE COLOURING layer (LAYER > NEW ADJUSTMENT LAYER > SELECTIVE COLOURING) and input things! mine were:

RED:
C > -100
M > 4
Y > 48
B > 20

YELLOW:
C > -45
M > 0
Y > 48
B > -6

WHITE:
C > 25
M > 6
Y > -33
B > 15

BLACK:
C > 0
M > 0
Y > 0
B > 20

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STEP 17. if you don't have CS2, you can do this step instead. :) add a new LEVELS layer (LAYER > NEW ADJUSTMENT LAYER > LEVELS) and put these in:

RBG:
7, 1.00, 255

RED:
0, 1.38, 248

BLUE:
1, 0.81, 244

SEE IT'S LIKE THE SAME THING. almost! now that i'm looking at them, i kind of prefer the LEVELS one over the SC one. :)

if you need anything explained to you in a more civil manner, feel free to beat me up! ♥

i opened my eyes last night.

unmyeong — Fri, 27 Mar 2009 23:05:43 GMT

re: <魂: Map the Soul> and epik high.

here is my honest opinion: i don't like any of epik high's songs except "girl rock," "love love love," "선곡표," "one," and "1분 1초." i've never liked rap. i don't like 80% of the hip-hop out there. i like the "girly" kind of music: R&B, pop, pop-rock, alternative, ballads, etc.

even so, i say that i like them. why? because i do. i love their words. i appreciate their effort put into writing songs. some people say that their music are the works of geniuses, but what is a work of genius? something that gets stuck in your head easily, something that has an ocean-deep meaning, something that is played on MTV every other second? my definition of a work of genius is something that you've worked on as hard as you can. and afterwards, you stand back and look at it and you can say to yourself, "oh my god, i am proud of this."

but the main point of this post is that i think that people are going totally ballistic because links to <魂: Map the Soul> has been posted.

"As an Epik High fan I beg you, PELASE, take this off."
"These boys have been working nonstop, pulling all-nighter after all-nighter, it's the least we can do to repay them."
"PLEASE take this post off and support Epik High."

this is hypocrisy. i'm not saying that i don't pirate music because if i bought every single song i have then we'd be dirt-poor and starve and i wouldn't have a house to live in! i agree, they've been working so hard and most likely deserve high album sales. but what you're saying to me is that just because they've publicly spoken about their disappointment that they're the only ones who get to have their albums taken down, everyone else doesn't get that privilege?

don't tell me that you don't download albums you can't find and don't pay for it. don't tell me that you don't snatch one song out of the whole album because that's the only one you like. don't tell me that you don't nab indie albums because you can't buy it online. and if you do buy everything you listen to, that's absolutely wonderful, and most of us should probably learn to follow in your footsteps.

edit: you should go read tori's post about this. :)

honeys, if you're gay, burn it up like a gay parade.

unmyeong — Thu, 19 Mar 2009 03:09:08 GMT

i hate orbit's fruit sorbet gum (the one that tastes like oranges and with the minty stuff on it) but i can't stop chewing it, why. :(

on the other hand, i may seem like the most anti-book person ever (because i am bipolar with everything!) but i love books so much. it's just that sometimes, i don't remember which books i've read and which i've fangirled over and sodifmsdf i don't go out of my house to check out books (because... because i have no life ;A;) so i made a list! in alphabetical order because i am OCD or something. 8)b

these are some of my favorites (which i will add more to... once i remember them, bawling), but feel free to recommend me some books if you'd like! :)

the ones that i would gladly read four times over:
- "Anansi Boys" by Neil Gaiman
- "Bloomability" by Sharon Creech
- "Ender's Game" by Scott Orson Card
- "Granny Torrelli Makes Soup" by Sharon Creech (NO ONE IS TOO OLD FOR THIS BOOK)
- "Heartbeat" by Sharon Creech
- "Howl's Moving Castle" by Dianna Wynne Jones
- "Kitchen" by Banana Yoshimoto
- "Mere Anarchy" by Woody Allen
- "Mrs. Dalloway" by Virginia Woolf
- "The Catcher in the Rye" by J.D. Salinger
- "The Chocolate War" by Robert Cormier
- "The Handmaid's Tale" by Margaret Atwood
- "The Hours" by Michael Cunningham
- "The Little Prince" by Antoine de Saint Exupéry
- "The Pull of the Ocean" by Jean-Claude Mourlevat
- "The Saddest Bear of All" by David Guy
- "The Time of the Doves" by Mercè Rodoreda
- "To Kill a Mockingbird" by Harper Lee

the ones that i will one day get off my lazy ass and check out, but only in a nonsexual way:
- "Bed" by Tao Lin
- "Brave New World" by Aldous Huxley
- "Catch-22" by Joseph Heller
- "Confessions of a Shopaholic" by Sophie Kinsella
- "Choke" by Chuck Palahniuk
- "Eeeee Eee Eeee" by Tao Lin
- "Fahrenheit 451" by Ray Bradbury
- "jPod" by Douglas Coupland
- "Learning to Love You More" by Miranda July and Harrell Fletcher
- "Nineteen Eighty-Four" by George Orwell
- "No one belongs here more than you." by Miranda July
- "Slaughterhouse-Five" by Kurt Vonnegut
- "Then We Came to the End: A Novel" by Joshua Ferris
- "When You Are Engulfed in Flames" by David Sedaris
- "you are a little bit happier than i am" by Tao Lin

the ones that you (yes, you) are going to force onto me:
- BABY GIRL
- WHAT'S YOUR NAME
- LEMME TALK TO YOU
- LEMME BUY YOU A DRINK

- 'CAUSE I'MMA BUY YOU A DRINK
- I'MMA TAKE YOU HOME WITH ME
- I GOT MONEY IN THE BANK
- SHAWTY WATCHU THINK ABOUT THAT
- FIND ME IN THE GREY CADILLAC

- "Everything is Illuminated" by Jonathan Safran Foer
- "Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close" by Jonathan Safran Foer

i like the fact that i am totally bipolar with books. 8)b
also, this is old news (oxymoron!), but i changed my profile! it took me forever to draw. :|

story of my life.

unmyeong — Sun, 15 Mar 2009 02:40:29 GMT

i think you should do this.

View Poll: this is moderately important!

also, most likely going to italy with my sister over the summer! \o/ this is so eggciting.

no love is ridiculous.

unmyeong — Sat, 14 Mar 2009 20:43:25 GMT

three things:

- thank you to everyone who commented on the last entry! i was really feeling down at that point, but the day felt so good; people complimented me, i had the best essay out of the whole class in chinese (!), we listened to 80's music in econ (THRILLER) and played musical chairs (but not really!), my world studies teacher was so uplifting and told me that i could be amazing if i try. also in WS, out of the 90-minute block, we had 40 minutes of just talking! we only have 10 people in our class, haha. it's really close-knit and tight, and i love that class.

- what you asked for is here!

A

A DAY IN THE LIFE OF SOPHIE LI
i really do believe that i am a boring person! my life goes like this: get up, stay in bed for a few minutes because it's really really cold and i've got the electric blanket thingy, go to the bathroom, brush my hair, go back into my room, change out of pajamas, brush my teeth, trudge down the stairs, eat breakfast which 99.9% of the time consists of a chocolate chip cookie and sometimes skim milk, go back upstairs, put books in my bag, wait for the carpool buddy, get to school, unload things into my locker, wait around for usually 10 minutes, go to first block (biology which is one of my favourite classes ever omg or econ where i love our teacher but i hate the class), yawn excessively, hang around for another 10 minutes after first block because we've got a 10 minute passing time in between first and second block, go to second block, usually get angry because on B days it's my retarded class (a.k.a. chinese; i have world lit on A days), go to third block (speech or world studies! my two favourites omg), eat lunch, go to fourth block (art or math >:|), hang around for a while, go home, take a two-hour nap, get up feeling angry and groggy, check livejournal/facebook/twitter i know right, maybe pull out my homework, do none of it, eat dinner, do more bits of homework, get distracted by LJ and other various sources of distraction, sometimes run on the treadmill for thirty minutes, take a shower, do more homework, sleep. :)

on saturdays it's more like this: get up, eat breakfast, check LJ, go to chinese school, drift off into space, come home, check LJ/FB/twitter, do nothing for a while, procrastinate the whole day, etc.

ASTROLOGY
sometimes i still do not know the difference between astrology and astronomy haha. but i believe in astrology! i think it's fascinating, actually, how my horoscope of the day always needs to be correct. i'm a little like this and this lot; i'm a little unpredictable and sometimes i get so jealous i just want to sit down and cry about my life sodifmsdf. i'm a really big procrastinator! i have mood swings larger and scarier than a pregnant woman!

AUSTRALIA
bawling, i love this country. because of thu. actually, that's not true because one time, before i even met her, in world studies in seventh grade i think, we watched a video on australia and it talked about queensland and victoria and brisbane and melbourne and i was like I WANT TO GO THERE ONE DAY and then what do you know! it's like a twist of fate. ANYWAY, i'd probably like australia because it's so warm and i'm sick of cold weather and snow in april and stuff like that. >:| i love australian accents, also. i am just a sucker for accents other than... american ones. >:| i will stalk thu down and then i will hide in her closet and then make her talk day and night sodifmsdf wow this is like reverse "antique"!!

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B

BEING CHINESE
is annoying! i mean, it's cool and all and sometimes i wonder how i can understand chinese without having to translate it into english in my head and chinese people have wonderful food which i stuff my face with and i am part manchurian! which is really really OT, but sometimes asian parents can be pressuring, you know what i mean. :| and also you have to be good in two languages, and also you have to memorize every character ever, i mean why can't we be phonological like korean or engrish, srsly. >:| also, i have been once called korean by three people in one day. they've all known me for months. :((( my WS teacher was like "... sophie, you're chinese, right?" and then everyone was clapping (okay, so i was the only one and everyone else was like "finally!!") because he's mistook me for being korean like five times already and i was like "OH MY GOD YES!!1" and he was like "... but you still look korean :(" and i was like "... :|"

BELGIUM
i don't know, i don't even remember being there STOP ASKING ME ABOUT BELGIUM. all i know about belgium is that this is the birthplace of sophie li (... a.k.a. me, guys) and there is a lot of yummy food there. :(

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C

CHINA
is the country that i sometimes misspell as "chile." it is also very hot. pandas! \o/

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D

DESSERTS
OMNOMNOM /fat kid who loves cake. i love desserts. i hope you don't mean "desert" because this would just be embarrassing, but BAAAAW chocolate! i eat cookies for breakfast! i especially love the desserts at olive garden, holy shit, they are so good and yummy and delicious and when you see them you are just like "score!!" and then you realize that oh god it's 3406934879347 calories and you can feel the fat in your thighs and thus begins your love/hate relationship with sweet things.

DINO
is a pedophile!! i know it, he knows it, you know it, we all know it! i love his—wait, you saw this coming—eyebrows. i mean seriously, i've ranted about this so many times already but HOW CAN YOUR EYEBROWS BE SO PERFECT. i bet he plucks them. like chicken feathers out of a chicken! it's like he looks into a mirror and is like "OH MY GOD A STRAY EYEBROW HAIR THING" and then he grabs the nearest eyebrow plucker thing (!!) and goes like "MY GOD, YOU HEATHEN, BE GONE" and then with great distress found in damsels in plays that even ryohei cannot manage to portray correctly, he'd pluck his eyebrow with one raging scoop and then fling it out... onto the ground of something. i also think he bleaches his hair and secretly, his actual hair colour is brown. because have you seen his eyebrows. they are brown! and maybe it's just trying to be realistic because i don't know any blonde people that have blonde eyebrows BUT MAYBE HE IS JUST ASHAMED TO HAVE SUCH BORING HAIR COLOUR AND DECIDED TO BE HIP AND COOL AND TRENDY AND BLEACH HIS HAIR and then dye it some flashy golden colour. you know this is plausible. i am amazing, i know, i know!

DRAMAS
i don't really like dramas because i like movies better, although it is kind of hard to pull off a plot twist as osdfmpsdofsdf-worthy as "hong gil dong" in a two-hour movie or something. but a lot of them are too long and i am too lazy or i don't have enough time to be gorging myself on pretty boys/girls/etc. so i just stay away. especially BOF! i hated "hana yori dango" and "liu xing hua yuan," idk about you. i think a lot of them are too cliché to be watching but whatever.

DONGHAE
DONGHAE, MY LOVE. i love him a lot. he was my first love from super junior because thu made icons and i was like "OH MY GOD." he is a dork and so funny and MAKES NO SENSE EVER and this is why i love him. because we are a lot alike. because... i don't know. but i love his voice also, and i think he is kind of underrated because it's so nice and relaxing and mellow and i like his accent and his face and his voice and his clothes from the latest performance of "sorry, sorry" because i am a sucker for leather gloves (LEATHER GLOVES) and the bartender vest thing. :')

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E

EMOS
they are creepy.

just like tori.

EPIK HIGH
so admittedly, i don't like many of their songs because i was never a rap person; i'm more into pop and pop-rock and R&B and alternative, but i adore their lyrics so much. they are so raw and feeling and i believe that they cut into the deepest part of your soul. epik high makes you a better person! sort of.

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F

FACEBOOK
some people are totally addicted to FB, haha. i know a girl who gave up FB for lent and i was like "... wait, what. :|" i like it because it's fun to stalk people (... i'm so creepy sodifmspdf) and i can stay in touch with people that i haven't seen in forever because i go to the crappy school remember, and also i am socially retarded over the phone so i can make arrangements over the internet! \o/ i have no life, i know. it's okay.

FANDOM
makes me LOL sometimes. but amazing people in fandom kind of make me jealous and when they write amazing things it makes me bubbly, idk does this make sense. fandom has made me a better and more open-minded person. who cares if your lesbian or gay or straight or bi or transexual or into BDSM or have a teacher/student relationship kink or a grammar nazi or can't spell? you're your own person!

FANFICTION
there are some really crazy people out there, and then there are the geniuses. ... i don't know where i was trying to go with this. :|

FASHION DESIGN
this, along with bartending, is kind of what i want to do for the rest of my life. i love fashion. i love designing! i love clothes, they highlight you and reflects who you are. i mean, if you're cute and bubbly, you usually don't pick out the grungy stuff, and that's who you are. if you're grungy, you don't pick out the cute stuff. see how that works? i've actually drawn things that i'd want to make myself, but i'm always so lazy to actually buy cloth and measure out things and stuff. one day!! 8)

FRANCE
FRENCH PEOPLE. \o/ sometimes i wish i were french. i've realized the amazingness of french people ever since i was in first grade (i think?) when i was in ESL class and there was a french girl (named sophie! haha) in third grade and i thought she was the prettiest girl i've ever seen omg. she had such pretty blonde hair and THE MOST AMAZING BLUE EYES EVER ;A; and she was kind of soft-spoken (it was kind of like georgie henley's voice) and had a cute accent and sdofspodf,soidf yeah. i also love french bread. you know the bread that takes forever to cut and you can't even bite it? that's the stuff. i want to go there someday. :(

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G

GOD
i don't believe in god; i'm atheist. but the concept of god, i think, is really interesting. why do you hand your life to someone else? why should god be the one who tells you what to do? why do you pray to someone that might not even let you into heaven? even so, i love to read religious texts and stories because it's fun to mix in. does that make sense? idk. i am one of the cooler atheists because i know people that go like "GOD IS SO STUPID" and i'm just like "wow, what a loser :|"

because we had to do an impromptu speech in speech a few days ago, i was spazzing out because i suck at public speaking and i was like "OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD" and mr. pagnani was like "STOP, SOPHIE, you can't just say 'oh my god,' you gotta say 'oh our god'!" so this is what i say now. :')

GOKUDERA
okay, lol, so when i first read the chapter where he appeared, i was like "omg that's so mean! D:" and then when he totally did a 180 i was like "WOW SO CREEPY." i've always been kind of neutral towards him, but i think he can be so hilarious! but other times, i think he's really really headstrong and i'm just like "... :(" because his determination to do things is kind of amazing. i wish i was like that! he's more mule-ish than i am. :')

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H

HIBARI
it's storytime with sophie! once upon a time, where i still liked to browse through deviantart (remember kids, this was like... in the middle of 2005 or smth okay :|) i came across THE MOST GORGEOUS COSPLAY EVER. I DON'T EVEN LIKE COSPLAY. the girl was so hot, srsly. maybe it wasn't a girl but i am going to refer to her as a girl because s/he had on eyeliner and mascara and a girly face and stuff BUT ANYWAY. it was hot. s/he looked so badass, too, with her chin in her palm and staring into the camera and sodifmpomonuisdf i'd try to find it so y'all can go "OH OUR GOD SOPHIE YOU'RE RIGHT" but i'm lazy. so i was like "I MUST FIND OUT WHO S/HE IS COSPLAYING" so then i found out! the dude's name was HIBARI and he was in this manga called REBORN and i was like "maybe i will read this just for the hot guy. 8)" i also wikipedia'd him, but that doesn't matter. actually, i was kind of intrigued, but did not act upon my urges! he also sounded kind of mean and creepy in the 2005 wikipedia article of him. 8(

and then nabila (nichiyobii) came along like... three years later and she was like "lambo!" and i was like "lambo!" and then i was like "hibari!!" and then i stopped for a while and then kat (remap) came and forced me onto many things and then i was like "... fine" and then i was like "O HAY" and then... the end? :(

also, this might kind of sound strange, but hibari has inspired me to be a better person, no matter how mean and creepy he might be. i mean sure we both might hate congested hallways but i've always hated congested hallways filled with REALLY LOUD SIXTH GRADERS WHO DON'T KNOW WHERE THEIR CLASSROOMS ARE sdfiospod,fsd but that's not the point! he is so determined, he does whatever he wants. sometimes it's not a good thing, but he does what he thinks is right and that's not always right too, but sdofimsdf do you get what i mean. T__T he's not a bad person, but he's not a good one either and... i just lost my train of thought. he's independent? :(((

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I

IB + ALL ITS HORRORS
so our school is only composed of freshmen and already we have horror stories about IB courses. i'd want to take IB bio + IB art! but i heard that IB art is really intense and when my sister took the exams, she had 6's and 7's on every subject except a 4 in art and i was like "... lol." AP and IB are pretty much the same thing except the workload is different. you never hear anyone in AP classes complain about their stuff, but a lot of IB kids i know kind of "brag" about it, which is really annoying. also i hate 99.9% of the asian people in our school, trufax.

ICONNING
OH GOD don't talk to me about iconning T__T i hate good iconners. i hate my iconning. the only thing i could possibly icon is coloured manga and even that i don't do a lot because it takes so much time for one icon (like, 15 minutes for something moderate; around 10 for something easy). this is kind of why i only read pretty manga. so i can icon them. T__T

INTERNETZ
is for porn. 8)

iPODS
osidmfpsdofmsdofismdpf i'm the most OCD person about formatting i know. like, every time i look through someone's messy iPod, i cringe. it's like HOW CAN YOU LIVE WITH THAT. so everything on my iPod has to be perfect or else i will throw a hissy fit and most likely cry. every time something romanized comes up and it's supposed to be a katakana, i rage. every time the artist's name is normal (like "Sid" instead of "SID"), i seethe. i'm so creepy, i know. :(

i love my iPod nano, it's the yellow one! and i have nail polish from claire's that matches it, haha. the only problem i have with it is that it's so loud even at the lowest volume and the cover flow WHICH GETS ON MY NERVES SO MUCH and also the fact that it can only hold 8gb and movies drain the battery out like crazy.

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J

JAEJOONG'S HAIR
LOL OKAY. um, i liked it in "purple line" a lot! i love blonde!jae sdoifmspdo. 8| but the ajumma hair in "mirotic" bothered me a lot. i also love his "hi-ya-ya" hair, also! like, the long-ish black hair. his cheeks kind of bother me, but this is not about his cheeks, it is about his hair.

JAPAN
home of the red circle flag, dream land of the animufags! i love japan. i love japanese snacks oh my god but i hate sushi. i mean, i guess i could probably eat it if you forced it onto me, but sodifmpsdof i'm just not a fan. also seafood, i don't like 80% of seafood. :( i love japan because it has given me aoi yuu and also pedogay manga. like kuroshitsuji, bawling. ;A; subtext = buttsex sdoifsdf.

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K

"KITCHEN" (BOOK + PLACE)
amanda (essyllus) recommended (read: pimped it all over the place) in her journal and i figured, well, why not? and i found it by chance in our school library one day and then i fell in love with it. (this is reason #539068346 why i love japan!) the story is really quite simple but i think the way banana yoshimoto tells it is so beautiful. mikage is so quietly strong and determined to cook, even though she is alone, sometimes, and yuichi is so awkward, kind of, and i love him a lot and eriko! i love eriko, she is so warm and friendly and so motherly and soidfmpsodfsdfoimpdosf,sodpif T__T

and speaking of the kitchen, i like my kitchen, too! it's kind of cramped, but it's always neat and tidy. the window is right above the sink and when you look out, it's just three big lawns from me and my neighbors' houses and the deck we painted mahogany. it connects into the spacious part of the living room where the piano is. our refrigerator isn't glamorous or anything, but it's still pretty big. and because michigan is always so cold during the wintertime, i like to warm my hands above the stove. :)

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L

LOST IN TRANSLATION
i've never seen the movie, so i'll just talk about the phrase. translating things into other languages without changing the meaning and still being funny is really hard! i think that's why learning a foreign language is so hard. taking a joke that only exists in english ("yo' momma") and turning into chinese ("ni de ma") is kind of like "... what?" because it only means "your mother" and people are like "what about my mother?" and stuff. taking "what's up, dawg?" into japanese just means "what's on top of the dog?" so it's interesting because we have our puns and they have their puns and it's just really really different.

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M

MICE
we have them, but i've never seen one. like... a wild one! (wow this sounds like pokemon, wtf sdoifmsdf0). i heard that our west campus has mice everywhere haha T__T

MICHIGAN
i know i complain a lot about michigan, but that's because it's winter and winter is so long in michigan! i dread the end of fall every year T__T but the summer is really really nice and most of the time it's not that hot; i still walk around with a jacket and stuff but that's just me, haha. most people are like "lol what's wrong with you?! >:|" and i'm just like "... nothing... :(" the sky is so blue in the summer. and in the city where i live (troy! like in "the iliad"!) is really suburban unless you get to "downtown troy" where all the important buildings are, it's kind of nice, but you can't walk anywhere from my house except to maybe starbucks or troy high school or something. >:|

MUSIC
i love music! i have no idea where i'd be without it, honestly. i regret a lot for giving up the violin because besides writing and drawing, that's the only place i know i was talented in. i'm a natural musician, sort of. i found out that i'm pretty good for cello! even though i've only played it for a total of twenty minutes in my lifetime, haha. vibrato-ing on the cello is kind of difficult at first, but you get used to it after a while, but the sharps always kill me because it's the third finger instead of moving up second finger. :) the string bass, however, i have no idea how to play it at all. :|

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N

NEW YORK
i've only been to NYC and i thought it was really pretty. i don't remember much of it, but i'd want to live in a big city like that, i don't like small places very much. i want to visit again sometime soon! i bet there's so many places we've missed the last time we've gone. :)

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O

ORANGE
wtf is with this. i don't like oranges or orange juice but i like clementines and tangerines? I DON'T KNOW.

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P

PANTALONES
i... i love pants? i don't remember when i started to be all "pants pants pants" but i think it was in the middle of eighth grade... i also can't spell "eighth" sodifmsdf i love spellcheck ;A; but i add "-pants" to a lot of people's names. just because i can. :')

PEDOS
as someone under the age of 15, i am pretty subject to pedobears. let's have a conversation from speech class:

jeff: hey, little timmy!
sophie: wow, stop being such a pedophile!
linda: i like pedophiles!
mr. pagnani: (just walked into the room) WHAT.

PROCRASTINATION
i know i am a really big procrastinator but i procrastinate on procrastinating and then i never get anything done which is kind of annoying even to me but i really just can't stop no matter what i do sodifspdof. i am the biggest procrastinator ever, but that's not a thing to be proud of. :(

POKEMON
POKEMON. y'all saw this coming. i even associate myself with pokemon T__T my obsession with pokemon began when i was five years old. i always overtrained myself in the beginning! and then i stopped training later and that's how i got my ass kicked every time. :| i name my pokemon after boyband members! and once i named them after SNSD, haha. and now i name them after characters from reborn, which is kind of lame. i used to name them after "BLEACH" zanpakutou sdoifmsdfpsod,f this is my dirtiest secret EVER. >:( like, i remember! vaporeon was zangetsu (ichigo's thingy) and pidgeot was kujaku (which was the... peacock eyebrow guy :|) and ninetails was haineko (!! ragiku's thingy). once i named them after jutsu in "naruto" :| that's only half the fun!!

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R

REBORN
is one scary bastard.

RYOHEI
I LOVE RYOHEI. \o/ i truly believe that if he were my gym coach or something, then he would be the kind of guy that beats you up during training seasons but makes you feel like you can do anything when you're done! i really want him as my big brother; WE CAN BE EXTREME TOGETHER. and he can provide me comic relief, even though when i'm pissed off i hate people like him BUT DETAILS, DETAILS sodifmspdof. :)

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S

SASUKE
do you know what i think. i think this boy just needs a hug. ;A; HATERS TO THE LEFT. although i stopped reading after... like, chapter... THE CHAPTER WERE... i forgot. it was a little after deidara vs. sasuke! but i kind of know a little about the whole sasuke and itachi thing and BAAAAW T__T he's not my favorite character because i really don't have one, but he's tied with naruto and sakura and sai :)

i also like to make fun of his name.

SOIDSINOF;
this is my keysmash? i am so talented, i know. lately it's had a lot of M's in it, too!

SUPER JUNIOR
gay korean boyband with 13 guys in it! half of them you don't even know they're guys. i like them because they can sing sodifmspdf LOL LOL LOL JUST KIDDING. i like them because they're funny! E.H.B. makes me cry because i laugh so hard during it T__T and also full house! they made me love variety shows and were the first k-pop act i knew.

SUPER JUNIOR FULL HOUSE
THE MOST HILARIOUS THING EVER. i think all of the catchphrases originated from it. "you are so gorgeous!" and like "you look like nicholas cage!" and sodifmspdof,sdoif i miss that era so much ;A; i remember when me and thu fangirled all over it T__T

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T

THU
(airflights!) THU IS MY ONE AND ONLY LOVE. MY LOVE FOR THU EXCEEDS THE AMOUNT OF WATER I DRINK EVERYDAY, AND THAT'S A LOT OF WATER. MY LOVE FOR THU EXCEEDS THE AMOUNT OF HATE I HAVE FOR WINTER, WHICH IS A LOT. MY LOVE FOR THU IS ENDLESS JUST LIKE THE SKYYYY. i love you bb and i'd do anything for you ;A; ♥ ♥

TWITTER
a.k.a. where i spam.

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V

VIOLENCE
is not the answer! i don't like violence, guys. :( ... even though i verbally beat people up. ... :(((

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W

WINTER
I HATE WINTER. i need to move to somewhere eternally sunshine-y and happy with blue skies all day because i can't stand another sight of snow T__T

WIZARDS
LIKE HARRY POTTER. ... idk, i think of howl from "howl's moving castle." the hot blonde one! speaking of his face, howl reminds me of dino for some reason lol idk.

WHAT'S UP WITH ALL THE DEAD FISH? (ORIGINS + WHEN TO USE THIS THREAT)
what am i, some manual. i don't remember where it came from! all i know is that i said it one day and it became my catchphrase ever since. T__T when do you use "do this or i'll slap you with a dead fish"? whenever you want to, i guess. this totally contradicts my "no violence!" thing above because i am kind of a violent person because i slap people with... dead fish... :|

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Y

YAMAMOTO
YAMAMAMAMAMOTOOO. he would be my BFFL if he actually existed haha. i think that out of all the characters in reborn, i'm the most like him. because i'm good at acting dumb. that was totally not why. BUT I LIKE HIM A LOT omg he goes like "lol what? :D" and is eternally cheerful except when he's not cheerful, but he's so friendly and i can see why he's popular and i feel that you could trust him with anything, even though he's a little bit dense in the beginning... :|

YOOBARI
this is my OTP, but that was a lie. :| a canon picture! i bet yoochun reads reborn when he's in japan. >:| "WHY CAN'T WE BE TOGETHER, MY LOVE" he asks himself every day. he sighs and holds the pages up to the sky, staring at his lover's beautiful, angry face. death threats turned him on! his heart swells with feelings of agony every time he turns the pages. i bet "as we kiss goodbye" / "kiss shita mama goodbye" was decided to hibari. >:( also, yoobari originated from plurk because tori's (filterpaper) username was yoochun and i was kyouya and then... idk what happened. :|

YOUTUBE
... is a tube? :(

- we were supposed to do a voice post speech thingy for speech class based on NPR's "this i believe." i was going to do mine on spontaneous human combustion or love is blind, but i ended up doing it on expressing yourself through art. when i recorded it, i thought it was fine! and then i heard myself :|

the weapon was always there.

unmyeong — Wed, 11 Mar 2009 03:09:36 GMT

i'd like to say that i have an excuse.
i don't have an excuse, guys. :|

also, i still can't stop listening to "sorry, sorry" even though i've finally realized that it is a really boring song. :|

title: semplicemente
rating: PG
genre: general / drama / humor / i really don't know...
characters: dino, hibari, romario
word count: 2,450 words of ridiculousness!
notes: written for 6_cocktails, but only unofficially because i am a loser like that. i used course three ♥

1. NEVER ON SUNDAY

"I don't think I'm asking much of you," he says thoughtfully, brushing back stray strands of blonde hair. Hibari doesn't even look at him, opting to look out the train window instead. Welcome to— he misses the city name. "But I think that this is what's best." Dino smiles disarmingly at him, opening himself up like a public letter from the government for everyone to see. "Don't you think so?"

Hibari slouches, nestling himself deeper into the cushioned seats. Like a bird, Dino thinks. It was almost annoying how much of a bird he was like. He still does not look straight, his sharp grey eyes following the trees and the train tracks on the other side.

"Don't speak to me like you know who I am," he says sleepily almost minutes later.

"But I do," Dino insists. "Let me tell you what I know about you. You are Hibari Kyouya." The boy scowls at the use of his first name. "You are a student of unidentified year at Namimori Junior High. You are antisocial. You are a tyrant." The last bit he adds more firmly. "You are the Vongola Cloud Guardian."

He glares daggers, but daggers can't kill Dino. "And which idiot decided this without my consent? I am not a flock of sheep to be herded around." His eyes narrow. "You—"

The door slides open and Dino almost sighs with relief, but Hibari stays still like he is made of rock. And the man, the mixologist, with the traveling bar—a bar on wheels, imagine that!—smiles a flashy smile at them that manages to warm up the somewhat chilly atmosphere. "Would you like to drink something, sirs? I've got anything you've ever imagined."

Hibari shuts up. Dino says, "Something sweet. That's vague, I know." They both laugh, like they were sharing some private joke. "Something not very strong."

The man says when he is done, "It's a nice day, isn't it?" He hands the drink over to Dino, and then he leaves.

"I hope it stays nice," Dino says to no one in particular, but hopes that Hibari would listen to him. Just a little bit. He wasn't asking too much of him. He sips his drink and makes a sour face that Reborn would scoff at. Too sweet. But sweet things heal bitter people. He glances at his newly acquired student, the boy he was dragging to the beach. It was a little bit like cake. You eat cake when you're sad. Or maybe you ate it when you were happy, because you were happy and cake was happiness and you'd be happier and happier.

He begins to see the oceans, and he laughs at that, makes an inappropriate joke. "I should've asked for Sex on the Beach," but he doesn't expect anyone around him to get it because Hibari is the only one there.

"Don't be stupid," snaps Hibari.

"I was being witty," says Dino lightly. "You prude." He slides the beverage over. "Here. Drink this."

-

2. HARD CASE

"I really can't think when I'm being pressured, Romario," Dino says woefully, slightly irritated at the lack of progress with him and Hibari. "I've only got five days left, and then what's next? I'm sending my own kid—" Romario raises an eyebrow "—sorry; student—to fight against this… thing."

"Maybe you're not approaching it the right way, Boss," says Romario gently after jabbing the ballpoint pen on to the paper to form a period on a report.

Dino is sitting in front of a mirror, fixing the fur on his coat. "Just look at me," he says. "Twenty-two! I'm twenty-two years old—I couldn't even imagine being twenty when I was fifteen—and I can't even get this kid that doesn't even know his own age to listen to a single word I say." He pulls at his head and clicks his tongue. "Six hairs. Six hairs, Romario. Perhaps the family curse decided to haunt me after all." He turns around and smiles weakly. "I'm gonna be bald before thirty."

Hold still, thinks Romario.

It all falls apart.

He leans back into the mirror tiredly. "It's not about the hair," he murmurs sadly, palm under his right cheek, looking three years older than he really was.

"Maybe it is," argues Romario. "You bleach it too much. Chestnut brown is a wonderful color."

Dino is playing with his hair now, curling it around his finger. "Was I really that vain when I was younger?" he asks Romario, and his trusty right-hand man nods with second-hand embarrassment. "Well, I guess it was because I was a… was a what, a troubled teenager?" He looks even closer, close enough to see the browning roots of his hair and the flecks of orange in his eyes. "Is that what Kyouya is?" he says, almost to himself. "A troubled teenager?" He pulls back. "Well, in that case, he's got no hope until he turns twenty."

Romario says helpfully, "I packed the booze."

Dino laughs sunnily. "Don't say 'booze,' Romario." A pause. "It'd better be the hard stuff."

"It is," he replies jokingly. A few good-natured minutes later, Romario passes Dino a glass of liquor. "Here. Drink this."

-

3. MISSLE STOPPER

"Did I hear correctly?" says Dino, quite amused, sitting with his legs crossed and idly tapping the table with his chopsticks. This was his business-casual look (also known as "default position"), he wanted to explain to Hibari, but Hibari wasn't listening.

The boy grunts in reply. Dino takes this as a "Yes, Dino, you heard correctly, now please shut the hell up and let me eat in peace."

He bursts into laugher. "Oh God," he says in between gasps of air. "What are you now, some kind of robot-killing machine? Like the Terminator. But only backwards. I'll be back! I love Arnold Schwarzenegger, don't you? I have his autobiography on my desk; he makes me feel better about having such a messy schedule all the time." This last bit was said cheerily and aimed directly at Hibari, who apparently did not care.

Hibari stabs his chopsticks into the bowl of rice like he is a foreigner just learning how to use them.

"I think this calls for a toast." The toast was called. The alcohol was poured into two tall glasses. "This is probably illegal in fifty different countries," says Dino, "but I don't really care. To robot-killing machines!"

When Hibari doesn't take up his glass, Dino sighs exasperatingly and presses the cup into his hands. "Here. Drink this."

-

4. DIZZY DAME

"Sorry," he says.

Hibari wakes up with a pounding headache and stars in his head as he opens his eyes to Dino's brown ones. Immediately, his arm shoots up; his body quickly follows before slumping down again, waves of nausea present all over. He was an ocean of sickness, it seemed.

"Sorry," Dino says again, voice louder this time—but maybe it was because Hibari was more awake. "I probably shouldn't have told you to drink all that. You're the lightest lightweight I've ever met."

"Shut up," he groans, hands over his eyes to block out the sun.

"You know what?" says Dino a little bit after. "Wait here—well, I didn't really expect you to move before, but after the whole poison thing in the tournament, I wouldn't be so sure of myself. But wait here for a bit. I'll be back with the Cavallone family remedy."

True to his word, Dino was back a few minutes later with a disgustingly-colored glass of what looked like pink vegetable pulp in his hands.

"What the hell is that," demands Hibari flatly.

The blonde laughs brightly. "Let's see now. Egg whites. Tomato juice. Celery sticks. I think five coffee beans? Oh, and cold water. That's so trivial—the coffee beans, I mean, but I'm not really sure because that's what I usually put in there. Romario made it for you, so maybe he's got different things in there? Rhubarb, maybe. I don't know why he put rhubarb in there because I looked in the fridge and I was like, 'Oh, the rhubarb looks less rhubarb-y than it did yesterday.' But enough with this small talk," he says frivolously. "Here. Drink this."

-

5. SUNDOWNER

"Turtle," Dino tells him at dinner out of the blue. "You are a snapping turtle under that bird bone."

"And what are you?" he asks, annoyed, quietly setting aside his fork. It makes a muffled click against the porcelain plate.

"Clouds. The wind. Things floating gently in the sky. Maybe dandelion tufts. Maybe parachutes." He is hinting at something, but Hibari can't exactly tell what it is. "A camel. I don't know. I'm whatever I want to be for the day." He cracks a fading smile. "Tully. Do you know Tully? He's the dinosaur that goes rawr-rawr-rawr—"

"Ridiculous," Hibari snaps. Underneath the table where Dino cannot see, he is tearing up the cloth napkins with his hands, digging deep into the seams and shredding the tightly-wound threads apart.

"Always biting the hand that feeds you, I know," Dino says airily. "Don't think you're the only one."

"Unreasonable of you to tell me now."

"See?" He says that in the same breathy tone he uses when he's tired, when he doesn't want to speak anymore, when people just do not understand what he is trying to say. "Because the truth is that you don't know how to deal with this, so you just hide. You can chase after your boxes, you can collect your pretty shiny rings, you can leave your town. It's not so much research as physically escaping what you need to face."

For a moment, the whole dining room is silent before Hibari suddenly stands up, the chair making a screeching noise when his legs push it back.

"Turtle," says Dino quietly. "Always hiding underneath your turtle shell. It's okay, 'cause I understand. I really do." He turns around and pulls out a bottle of wine the color of rust, like a melted sun, his hands nimble and quiet like offering a sacrifice to the head of a family, like finally surrendering to God.

"Here. Drink this."

-

6. ITALIAN SUNSET

"I don't think I'm asking much of you," he says thoughtfully, tearing his gaze from the window and onto his student. He almost felt as if he was in a trace—windows did that to him. "But I think that this is what's best." Dino tilts his head playfully, blonde hair falling into his eyes. "Don't you think so?"

Hibari doesn't speak, doesn't even look at Dino, but Dino is so used to this fact even only after three days of knowing the boy that he doesn't particularly care.

"Let's talk about something else, then," he says, still pleasant. He tries his best not to stare out the window for too long, because only God knows when he'll ever get his consciousness back if he does. "Hey, do you believe in blood type characterization?"

"I don't care for trivial subjects like that," he replies.

Dino smiles tiredly. "I guess you could say that it's really irrelevant to anything we're going to do today—unless, you know, you fall and bash your head open against some sharp rock—" the look Hibari gives him says, 'It's you who's going to do that' "—and you suddenly need a blood transfusion and then what if I don't have O-type, Kyouya, what are you going to do then?"

"But you have O-type," Hibari says sharply, "so why are you asking me?"

Strangely, Dino is silent for a moment, a solemn expression on his face. He looks at Romario. Romario doesn't look back at him, but he knows what his Boss is going to say, so he wipes his amused smile off his face.

"You know," says Dino very quietly, leaning in towards Hibari, "I keep on getting this fantastic notion. Well, not fantastic per se, but it's very different from what I really usually think." He then smiles triumphantly and then bends back, lounging as much as the car seat allowed him to lounge.

"What?" says Hibari.

"I've always thought that I was a robot," he confesses, and Hibari makes a sound as if he were choking. "Ever since I was little! I was such a troubled kid when I was little, people always accused of being an android or something. And I woke up one morning and I was like, 'Wait, what if that's the truth? What if I'm a cyborg or something?'" He studies Hibari's face, a mix of disturbed and annoyed, and laughs it off fairly easily for someone who just told another their lifelong secret.

"So anyways," Dino continues, "because I figured that robots couldn't bleed and cyborgs were half-human and half-robot… so I was the Cavallone brand? So they could breed an undefeatable boss? I'm not sure what I was thinking at the time—Romario, stop laughing, why can't you take me seriously for one minute? But I digress again! So one day, for a medical check-up, my papà, he said to me, 'Hey son, you gotta get your brain scanned'—except, you know, not in those exact words—we were speaking in Italian, too—and I said, 'But I don't want to get my brain scanned!' and then he looked at me all funny and he was like, 'Son, there comes a time where every man must get his brain scanned' and I said alright, let's do it because they would be chickening out and I didn't want to blemish my career already."

He stops and smiles dazzlingly.

"And then what?" Hibari asks, in spite of himself.

"I," declares Dino with a lilt in his voice, "am apparently not a robot!" He frowns now. "But people still accuse me of being one, I don't even know why. I've even got the proof! I'm not emotionally-retarded or anything, because I believe I am a good person who can actually read people."

He looks at his watch and starts to wave frantically. "Romario! Stop the car, stop the car!"

"Is it time already?" he asks, concerned. He stops the car anyway.

Dino laughs at Hibari's expression. "We've got the goods," he says good-naturedly.

A few minutes later, Hibari finds himself on the beach with a magnificent sunset in the background, staining the sky with the color of rubies and gold. Everyone's hair color takes on a shade of brown, turning even the color of wine into something more beautiful.

"A toast to the sky!" Dino says brightly. He gives his student a grin and slides him a glass.

"Here. Drink this."

SHAWTY SHAWTY SHAWTY SHAWTY

unmyeong — Mon, 09 Mar 2009 01:53:47 GMT

OKAY SO.

truthfully, i wasn't very impressed with this song because it's actually kind of boring and repetitive and at least "gee" has like, more than five notes in the whole song, but i was really really excited to hear their voices again!! i've been in such a super junior... recession lately, haha. when shiwon first sang i was like "OH MY GOD"

and then after shiwon when han geng sang i was like "... who is this. :|"

tell me who is singing, guys sdoifmsepfosdif because i can't pick out anyone anymore except donghae (lol wow look at my bias) because he has that... mellow-ish voice and the totally brit pop electronic thing going on, and then shiwon because his voice is hoarse, and ryeowook has that high-pitched thing and KYUHYUN'S VOICE IS GORGEOUS even though it's totally not shown >:|

also LEE YEONHEE TAT i love lee yeonhee. she is going to be on their albuuuum ♥ ♥

i am going to be all "shawty shawty shawty shawty" tomorrow at school and everyone's going to be like "lol sophie you ain't black."

also, i finally get the "sorry" + "shawty" thing! \o/

edit: this song reminds me of "are you good girl" by dbsg sdoifmspdofsdf lol what is this.
edit two: OKAY SO LOL, the beginning bass bit reminds me of the cranium theme song. you know, that boardgame? yeah... 8|

that 'shroom over there, he's a pretty fungi.

unmyeong — Sun, 08 Mar 2009 19:16:33 GMT

oh snap, she's at it again!!

i'm sorry for breathing/existing/living/etc. :|
that being said, vaporeon is the most badass pokémon ever sodifmsfsdf

also ignoring my blatant gender bias!! :(

edit: my old game looked like this:

:')))

edit two: do the alphabet meme!! i am terribly bored :(

i'd love to hear you say anything but silence.

unmyeong — Wed, 04 Mar 2009 20:07:26 GMT

backwards f-list snip-snip

defriend at will! sometimes people change and sometimes they don't change into someone better. it's kind of sad to see them move on but sometimes it's for the best. it's been good; there won't be any hard feelings from me. :)

the things i do for thupants.

unmyeong — Sun, 01 Mar 2009 03:56:11 GMT

you would know if you were me.

unmyeong — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 21:34:50 GMT

stop! it's meme time.

1. go to a random article: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
the first random wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.

2. go to random quotations: http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
the last four words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.

3. go to flickr's "explore the last seven days": http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/
the third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

4. go to random quotations: http://www.coolquotes.com/random_quote.php
the last four to five words are the titles of your songs. repeat five to ten times.

front:

back:

someone asked me how girls can read each other's minds and say exactly the same thing!
i honestly have no idea.
so i told him it's because we are amazing.

also i think i am in love. :(

he did the salchow jump.

unmyeong — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 02:18:01 GMT

i have three times, i think. the first two times i've forgotten completely, but the on the most recent one i scored INFP, which describes me almost perfectly. (wikipedia!)

the rest is from similarminds.com, which makes me feel extremely special. 8')b

- creative
- smart
- idealist
- loner
- attracted to sad things
- disorganized
- avoidant
- can be overwhelmed by unpleasant feelings
- prone to quitting
- prone to feelings of loneliness
- ambivalent of the rules
- solitary
- daydreams about people to maintain a sense of closeness
- focus on fantasies
- acts without planning
- low self confidence
- emotionally moody
- can feel defective
- prone to lateness
- likes esoteric things
- wounded at the core
- feels shame (i actually feel more shame for other people than i do for myself BUT OKAY)
- frequently losing things
- prone to sadness
- prone to dreaming about a rescuer
- disorderly
- observer (i like to people-watch and apparently it's really creepy idk)
- easily distracted
- does not like crowds (GOD I HATE CONGESTED HALLWAYS PLEASE BLOW YOUR NOSE, SCHOOL. also, dances frighten me.)
- can act without thinking
- private
- can feel uncomfortable around others
- familiar with the darkside
- hermit
- more likely to support marijuana legalization
- can sabotage self
- likes the rain
- sometimes can't control fearful thoughts
- prone to crying
- prone to regret
- attracted to the counter culture
- can be submissive
- prone to feeling discouraged
- frequently second guesses self
- not punctual
- not always prepared
- can feel victimized
- prone to confusion
- prone to irresponsibility
- can be pessimistic

- poet
- painter
- freelance artist
- musician
- writer
- art therapist
- teacher (art, music, drama)
- songwriter
- art historian
- library assistant
- composer
- work in the perfoming arts
- art curator
- playwright
- bookseller
- cartoonist
- video editor
- photographer
- philosopher
- record store owner
- digital artist
- cinematographer
- costume designer
- film producer
- philosophy professor
- librarian
- music therapist
- environmentalist
- movie director
- activist
- bookstore owner
- filmmaker

i was sad that they didn't have "bartender" on here. or even "fashion designer"! MOVING ON.

- business professional
- manager
- executive
- administrator
- business owner
- supervisor
- office manager
- business analyst
- financial analyst
- public relations manager
- ceo
- executive assistant
- judge
- event coordinator
- lawyer
- office worker

I HATE ALL OF THESE oh god so icky. :(((

DINO you beast, you sexy thing. he was always my favourite!! except, you know, not really. ;A; ♥ ♥ so ~fierce~

i do not understand econ. :|

say that to my face, you limp noodle!

unmyeong — Sun, 22 Feb 2009 03:03:55 GMT

discrete mathematics
1,257 words of ridiculous angst.
original fiction! this is kind of pretentious. and also about peeling eggs. what.

note: tender eggs are actually easier to peel than thoroughly-cooked eggs.

I woke up with a headache and a song from such a long time ago stuck in my head. When was the last time I listened to it? It was classy. It was something that I didn't use to listen to because I thought it made me look bad. Look bad how? I'm not sure. Children are vicious people.

There are clocks in every room of my apartment. I'm paranoid about time. I'm always afraid I'll be late. Like the White Rabbit in Alice's Adventures in Wonderland! Only that I'm not a rabbit and I don't have any antique pocket watches and I don't serve a Queen that isn't very good at croquet but continues to play it anyway. That kind of thing takes determination, doesn't it? Either that or you're just stupid. Or arrogant. Or... you know. Royalty.

It's 12:00PM. Actually, it's 11:37AM, but that's close enough, right? Well, no, you might say. It does matter. One minute makes everything. Haven't you heard about those credit card companies that make you pay up fines even if you're one minute late? But I've never heard of them.

I pulled a chair from the kitchen table up to the sink, letting the wood screech across the floor. Maybe it was trying to tell me something.

But I don't listen to its message, I've got better, more important things to do. For example, I need to write an essay on vitamins and minerals. I need to buy napkins and candles and cashews. I need a new potted plant by the window, the old one is withering. I've got a party tonight. I can't afford to mess up. I don't ache.

The half-apathetic, half-anxious feeling inside me wells up and how else do I channel out the feeling but by peeling the eggs in the bowl of warm water near the sink?

Everyone knows what an egg looks like, they all look the same, so I'll talk about the bowl instead. It's a great shade of blue, deep like the ocean but without the green tint. It's kind of on the purple side. You know, like indigo. The I of ROY G. BIV. Biv is such a ridiculous last name. I've never heard of anyone having the last name Biv. Bic, a typo, I can understand. Isn't that some type of marker or something? Doesn't it mean a color in some other language? I don't remember.

Ha-ha. Eggs are so boring. You take a boiled egg up to your eyes and look at it. No, really, look at it. While you're at it, take another egg up, a different one, and look at that one, too. Look at them both. Aren't they so perfect, so smooth? I can't stand eggs. I really can't.

Who did I promise eggs to again? I can't remember. I can't remember anything anymore. I peel eggs. Love is pain. If love is pain then what love really is an egg. The first egg is peeled with only a few chunks of the white missing. I give up on the second egg. I feel like I will burst by the third. I rip apart the fourth because I just can't take it anymore. Love is pain. Love is an egg.

As I pick up the eighth egg, it's perfect to me. It reminds me of discrete mathematics, ridiculous questions, all of them. P → Q. Q → R. ∴ P → R. Does that even make sense?

An example: Love is perfection. Perfection is an egg. Therefore love is an egg. But we know that already. It's been stressed.

I think of eating one. Maybe no one will notice. Why would they, anyway? They don't know that I bought thirty-two eggs. Thirty-two is such a dull number. Why not make it thirty? It's an ache. I want to eat this egg. I can't eat this egg. But maybe if I stuff it into my mouth quickly then no one will see me. No one will hear me eat this egg. I don't even like eggs, but the softness of the yolk is what gets to me. I need to eat this egg.

But I don't. They'll notice. A missing egg. It would be so obvious.

I peel and peel. My fingers are pruning up; isn't that osmosis? Or something, I don't know. My thumb is starting to hurt. My hands are cold. I've always had bad circulation, I can't feel them after the seventeenth one. I think: Here I am, suffering for you.

I think: You should love me.

You should love me. The twentieth. I've known you for so long. Twenty-second. I've done so much for you. Twenty-third. I get nothing in return.

I stop and remember something that my mother used to tell me. At least you're full, she used to say. Dying of a full stomach is better than dying of an empty one. But it's uncomfortable, I argued. So you would rather have your stomach eat you inside-out? she asked, wiping the egg shells from her fingers, dipping her hands into the lukewarm water. I didn't answer.

But you're eaten up from the inside anyway, I think. It's because you're so full. You're so full with feelings and warmth and then you burst at the seems. I wonder what would happen if you had so much to eat and your stomach just finally couldn't hold it and and then, boom! It's like spontaneous human combustion, but only without the spontaneous part. Maybe you're filled with love. Maybe you're filled at hate within yourself, gathering up like scrunching cotton balls up together and then what's left? Like tying together a pillow case. You stuff too much inside.

Shh. Don't talk.

I take up the twenty-eighth egg and try to dig my thumb nail into the shell, I try to make it break. I'm tired of banging a spoon on it. I'm tired of tapping it on the sink, on the bowl, on the table. But I can't, the shell is too hard or my thumb is too weak. I feel like I just tried to suffocate a baby.

I hit it on the very edge of the table and it starts to break. By the time I realize that cracking it all over the middle was easier and instead of randomly picking at the shell pieces was harder, I was done.

If I knew earlier, I would peel eggs for all my life. It was like being a stripper. No one says that you can't be a stripper, but that's because you probably don't tell anyone what your nighttime job is. Me, I can't tell anyone that I peel eggs for a living. So no one can tell me otherwise, either.

The clock on the oven says 12:12PM. I'm too late, baby, but make a wish.

All thirty-two eggs sit quietly in the glass bowl. I am sitting on the chair, hands folded in my lap, and suddenly I feel like life has no meaning anymore. I am throwing a party tonight. I need flowers. I need food. And when all of that is done, then what will I be living for again? I don't remember. I can't.

It's mindboggling.

I once remember someone sitting with me, peeling the eggs, both our hands getting hurt. I heard that young eggs are hard to peel, they said, because the shell gets stuck to the whites.

And I had laughed.

Baby, I said, it's the old eggs that are tough. Here. Let me show you.

lmfao, this is thu.

unmyeong — Thu, 15 Jan 2009 03:49:00 GMT

sophie is on hiatus now b/c she has no internet but she wrote a fic anyway. so hello, my name is thu!

Title: My Guardian is Type B
Rating: PG
Genre: Humor
Wordcount: 2383
Summary: In which Tsuna suspects Hibari is a vampire and does Things About It.
Notes: I've never read "Twilight." Most teenage girls have.

When Tsuna turns sixteen, it seems like there's the one vampire chick lit romance novel that's the craze of all preteen/teenage girls is "Twilight" by that one American author that he really can't remember. It was Stephanie Something. It started with an "M."

The thing about Tsuna is that he's a good kid, a really good kid (besides the fact that he's in the mafia but whatever! There are little things like that that kind of keep him from being the Ultimate Good Kid, but those you can hopefully ignore) but he doesn't read. He just doesn't understand the jumble-mumble of words on paper—it's a waste, anyways; if all these "Save the trees!" people would just stop reading things on paper and maybe read them online or something, wouldn't that be a good alternative instead of making everyone and everything feel bad about using paper? But since there's the "mafia" mark tarnishing his Good Name, he's willing to take small steps on the path to Goodness.

The truth is that Kyoko-chan is reading "Twilight." Actually, she's already reread it five times—he knows this because he sits behind her in homeroom. During study hall she whips out that book and starts to read and sigh and giggle. And Tsuna won't say it out loud to his Cloud Guardian in fear of his Cloud Guardian killing him, but Hibari-sempai is not the law; Kyoko-chan is. (Maybe that was the wrong way to put it.)

So Tsuna puts on a wig and dons some of his mother's old, unworn clothes. He goes to the local bookstore, snatches a copy of "Twilight" like some petty old thief, and pays for it. He returns home at four; he doesn't put it down until he's done at three in the morning.

In his dreams, he is the Edward to Kyoko-chan's Bella. He is handsome and loved and they're crazy for each other. It's kind of insane and he doesn't quite understand why so many people (okay, girls) like it.

He decides to ignore it for now. (This means two years.)

---

Tsuna is not a person who likes to look into other people's lives, but it's apparently necessary if you're in the mafia. Reborn tells him to make a folder of his Guardians' private files. Name, age, birth date, gender, height, weight, hobbies, interests, whatever. It's sort of like an online profile but only a personal online profile.

It goes extremely well from Gokudera ("I'll tell you anything you want, Juudaime!") and Yamamoto ("Hahaha, I don't see why you're doing this but alright") and Ryohei-sempai ("I should tell you this, Sawada, but I have so many hobbies that it's extreme!") and Lambo ("Only if you give me grapes") and even Chrome ("Um… okay, Boss") although he has to pry a bit for her.

The only person he hasn't gotten to yet is Hibari-sempai. "But that's okay, that's really okay!" he exclaims to Reborn frantically.

"Stupid Tsuna," Reborn replies with what Tsuna could call a cheerful tone, "go get Hibari's file done." When he looks even more frightened than before, Reborn sighs heavily and gives him a hint. "Go to the hospital and ask Hibari's personal doctors. If all goes well, you won't need to tell him; they won't need to tell him; everything ends well. If not—" he tips his hat lower "—then I'm not sure if you'll be able to go home in one piece." A smile appears on his face.

So he strides into the hospital looking every inch the Boss that he is (this is only because he knows that Hibari-sempai is on a trip to Italy with Kusakabe-san) and demands for Hibari's file from his personal doctors.

It goes well.

Until he gets to the "age," "blood type," and "hobbies" parts.

When he finishes, he sets the hospital folder back on the doctor's desk and walks back in a daze, tapping his pen on his bottom lip. Something doesn't exactly seem right, but it's too deep in the back of his mind for him to remember.

He walks into things. He starts to hum off-key. He tap-dances in a form of tap-dance that could only be popular in maybe the 1920's for two hours before everyone realizes how really bad it is. He thinks so hard and so intently that he forgets to breathe. He has the desire to paint. When he gets home he isn't hungry. He goes straight to his room without even announcing that he was back, lies on his bed (but not before fluffing up his pillow), and thinks.

It doesn't come to him until he opens his eyes and see the cover of that one vampire chick lit romance novel (it says "Twilight" in bold, silver lettering) and then when he realizes it, all he wants to do is to curl up into fetal position and cry.

---

Tsuna wakes up.

And then he calls an emergency family meeting.

It begins a little bit like this:

"I think that Hibari-sempai is a vampire."

Reborn smacks Tsuna up on the head and says flatly, "Stupid, it's four in the morning."

Ryohei-sempai says, "This is quite extreme!"

Gokudera says gruffly, "As much as I would like that to be true, Juudaime, do you even have any proof that that bastard's a vampire?" He takes a drag of his cigarette. "You can't really just point fingers. You gotta use logic."

Yamamoto laughs. "Vampires aren't real. You can't exactly use logic for that." His relaxed, amused smile brings Tsuna back to earth.

"I looked at his file from the hospital," he explains, speaking quickly as if he fears that Hibari-sempai might come into the room at any moment. "You know that Reborn made me make a file for all of you? So I was copying down information down from the file at the hospital—it's been recently updated, about two months ago, I think—and then I wrote down his name. That was easy, I thought. But then I got to his age and it was left blank! I asked the doctor, 'Hey, did you forget to fill this out?' and he smiled and said, 'Ah, yeah, we forgot!'

"And then he borrowed my pen, but instead of writing down something like eighteen or seventeen or nineteen, he wrote three question marks! So I was like, That was weird, and I said, 'Wait! Hold on! What about the blood type and hobbies?' And then he laughed again and said, 'Wow, we really forgot a lot of things, haven't we?' And for blood type, guess what he wrote! Three question marks again! The only thing he filled out was the hobby section. And you know how vampires bite people and then suck their blood? I just figured out a connection between Hibari-sempai's 'I'll bite you to death!' and who he really is."

Tsuna ends it on a grave note and his Guardians stare back—some with horror written all over their faces, some with indifference, some with amusement, some weren't even awake.

"J-Juudaime!" stutters Gokudera, slamming the table with his right fist. "That's terrible news!"

"Sawada!" argues Ryohei-sempai. "Vampires don't even exist! I know that he has a horrible personality and hates crowing and teamwork but how can Hibari be a vampire?"

But Yamamoto has a lazy smile on (that might just be the fact that it's four-thirty in the morning). "I think that Tsuna should do an experiment to find out for us," he drawls. When he catches everyone's attention (everyone who was awake, anyway) he leans in and whispers, "Do you wanna know how?"

---

Hibari wakes up feeling terrible.

He also has a string of garlic around his neck.

His first instinct is to go into the living room and maim.

---

(Sawada Tsunayoshi says, "I-I was wondering if anyone here was allergic to garlic…?"

Sasagawa Ryohei says, "Think of it as extreme training!"

Yamamoto Takeshi laughs ridiculously and says, "What a pretty necklace!"

Gokudera Hayato says, "Sissy."

Hibari takes a clove, crushes it, and rubs the juice into Gokudera's eyes.)

---

"Regroup, regroup, regroup!" chants Lambo excitedly.

"I don't really think it's working," mumbles Tsuna, crestfallen and miserable. "I'm sorry that I ever brought this up with you guys. Maybe I should've kept it to myself, you know? Gokudera-kun even got hurt! I didn't really think that Hibari-sempai would go that far…"

"Oh, but I've got another idea!" Yamamoto says cheerfully, clapping his hands together.

"Yes, you stupid baseball freak," spits out Gokudera, rubbing his still-stinging eyes, "and let's not use garlic this time, okay?"

---

It happens this time in the library.

Hibari is reading something that looks thick, boring, and extremely important—at least, it did to Lambo. Lambo was not impressed by thick, boring, and extremely important items such as books, documents, letters, or treasures, but Reborn had threatened him so he'd better do it.

He leaps triumphantly onto Hibari's desk, takes out a long necklace and starts to swing it, and announces for the world to hear: "Keep your eyes on it, back and forth, back and forth!"

Lambo doesn't know two things about Hibari: (a) Hibari doesn't like Lambo and (b) Hibari was Not Afraid.

Lambo flies.

---

"Well, there's really only one thing we could possibly do now," says Yamamoto idly, twirling a pencil around his fingers. "It's the 'photo' in 'photosynthesis.'"

Everyone around the table gives strange stares at him, and he laughs, shaking himself out of his reverie. "Sorry," he says in not a very apologetic tone.

Gokudera even has his glasses on. He laces his fingers together and rests his chin on top of them. "So, let's give our last try some thought into it. As the last two were executed by stupid people—" here, he gives a glare to Yamamoto and Lambo "—we'll hand over the responsibility to Juudaime—" here, Tsuna gives a squeak of terror "—who is much more reliable than baseball freak and that stupid cow. Any questions?"

Tsuna raises his hand. "Um," he begins nervously, "so… what am I supposed to do again?"

"Here," says Yamamoto. He bends down under the table and reappears a little while after with a long piece of rope and hands it to Tsuna in that upbeat way of his. "You need to tie him to a pole outside," he explains, "and this should do the trick!"

Everyone is relaxed and happy until Tsuna gets a new thought.

"Hey, wait a minute!" he exclaims, stalling for time. "You know how vampires are supposed to turn into dust in the sunlight?" His Guardians around the table nod silently as they listen to their boss. "So I tie him and then I leave him there until the sun comes out." They nod again. "So… what if Hibari-sempai dies?"

"Just go, stupid Tsuna," says Reborn and he pushes Tsuna out the door.

---

Hibari is standing right in front of the door when Tsuna finally finds him.

"Hibari-sempai!" he calls out, and Hibari turns around placidly with a strange look on his face when he sees the rope. Tsuna flushes and tries to hide the rope behind his back until he remembers that he was not dealing with any ordinary vampire—he was dealing with Hibari.

"Actually," Tsuna says meekly, "I've got something to tell you."

"Tell," says Hibari.

"Well. I've got to. Um. Well. You know. Tie. You. Rope. Pole."

Hibari raises an eyebrow. "Were you speaking Japanese?"

"No!" says Tsuna. "I mean, yes! I was! But I don't think I'm speaking it correctly—or maybe I am but you just don't understand me because I've been told that I've got a very strange way of speaking—but anyway, isn't the weather nice outside you look nice today by the way actually I mean not that you don't look all perfect everyday because I think that's part of your duty to enforce the dress code but um, hey look there's a pole outside because I'm supposed to tie you up so then the giant fan on top of the school can blow away the clouds and then the sun will shine on you so tell me Hibari-sempai are you a vampire?"

He blinks owlishly, and Tsuna blinks back.

"Detenti—" Hibari begins to say but before he can finish the word, Tsuna laughs nervously and takes Hibari by the arm, opening the door and forcing both of them out. "Look, look, look, okay?" he says quickly, "let's just do this without the rope." When they reached a clearing—Tsuna was surprised that he was still in one piece—he yelled to Ryohei, "Sempai, please shine!"

"Got it, Sawada!" Ryohei yells from on the roof, and it's like a miracle—the sun begins to shine on both Tsuna and Hibari and the clouds go away.

Hibari does not writhe in agony.

Hibari does not shriek.

Hibari does not turn into dust.

He sparkles. He yawns. He feels tired and sleepy. He yawns again. He yawns while he sparkles.

If Hibari cared about his Boss then he would've turned around to find Tsuna flipping out. If Hibari cared about his Boss then he would've noticed that Tsuna was staring at him with his mouth open and many useless, jumbled words began to pour from his mouth. If Hibari cared about his Boss then he would've heard Tsuna exclaim herbivore-ish things such as "Oh my God!" and "Edward! Hibari-sempai is Edward!" and "If I'm not Edward then who is Bella?" and "Bellaaa!"

But Hibari doesn't care about Tsuna.

"Disco ball," he says to him flatly.

"What?" asks Tsuna, his voice muffled by his tears, sorrow, and snot and the other Guardians surrounding him.

"Disco ball," repeats Hibari. Most of the population tend to say, "It's over; we're all going to die right here and now" with much more enthusiasm.

"Disco ball," says Tsuna, who was in a daze.

Hibari points up without even looking in the direction.

"It's the mountain spirit incarnated into a flying unidentified object!" yells Gokudera, quite frightened by the flying disco ball in the sky.

"Jesus can't even do that!" Yamamoto exclaims, laughing, highly amused by the whole ordeal.

Hibari raises a delicate eyebrow and asks, "Are you done now?"

Tsuna is in fetal position, crying.

fishcat ate my catfish.

unmyeong — Sun, 14 Dec 2008 18:27:08 GMT

the cat meme:

1. open paint
2. draw a cat with your eyes closed

eyes closed (the filename is "cat cat cat.png")

eyes open (the filename is "this is even worse.png")

you don't get a cut.

(it's okay, it stretches my layout, too. :|)

pine trees after a rain.

unmyeong — Thu, 27 Nov 2008 16:04:10 GMT

results of the alphabet meme:

a. altaria
okay, okay, so let me express my UNDYING HATE for this pokemon. first of all, it takes forever to level up swablu. why? BECAUSE THE STUPID THING TAKES SO MUCH EXPERIENCE POINTS TO LEVEL UP soidfmsdfsf. second of all, i got lazy and just fed it six rare candies. (six that i will never get back!) >:| third of all, taillow > swablu for ever and ever and ever. fourth of all, when i didn't have altaria in my party and just swellow, winona's altaria just pwned me for ever and ever. "so i'll just use a raichu because it's electric!" BUT NO. she just has to earthquake me OVER AND OVER AGAIN and then yes, i am still bitter over that. ... so i just earthquake everyone else. :'D

b. blue's clues
omg. i love this show. i think i still love this show? because it is so CUTE how can you resist the "bow bow bow~" and the paper-ish looking cardboard cutouts and soidfsdf i am attracted to cute things so of course it's impossible! when i was in fourth grade and got sick all the time, i just used to watch blue's clues on the tv. except now i don't because i don't get sick anymore and my school is stupid and gives you zeros in all of your classes if you miss a day without phoning them. :| and when steve (i think it was steve?) "went to college"... i didn't know that he actually didn't go to college until last week. THANKS FOR RUINING MY DREAMS MULIN ;__;

c. ciel
~~is french for "sky"~~ so i am apparently pedo for ciel! how old is he, twelve now? :| people like ciel attract pedos. he is a pedo magnet! which is totally not a good thing but whatever. his name reminds me of clouds idk. and phantomhive is like... dead bees. that are alive! idk. i think he would be so much prettier if he smiled but osdfsdmfsdf okay.

d. dino/dead fish
... uhhhh. i don't understand what you're trying to say, kat. :( so this must stem from my frequent saying of "OMG I'LL SLAP YOU WITH A DEAD FISH, HO" and "omg i want dino's eyebrows" because you know you love his eyebrows. i mean, they are more perfect than kyoko's eyebrows, tsuna's eyebrows, bianchi's eyebrows, hibari's eyebrows, lal's eyebrows, chrome's eyebrows, basil's eyebrows, fuuta's eyebrows, etc. etc. etc. THEY ARE JUST THE EMBODIMENT OF PERFECTION SRSLY. if dino were a god, he'd be the god of... eyebrows. "I DON'T LIKE YOU SO I'M GOING TO GIVE YOU UGLY EYEBROWS :DDD" dude, i bet he's the only character that plucks them or smth. HOW CAN THEY BE SO PERFECT. also, i love his eyes omg. and his eyelashes! i want to shave off his eyelashes and glue them onto mine or smth. actually, i just like his face in general. like, it's so pretty... but not pretty. :|??? ACTUALLY DO YOU KNOW WHO DINO REMINDS ME OF, HE REMINDS ME OF JESSE MCCARTNEY soidfmspdf and although j.m. has bushy eyebrows he has such gorgeous eyes *___* like, his face is pretty gorgeous in general. like dino's face! like... the prettiness of both their faces combined is so perfect (minus j.m.'s eyebrows :|) that it hurts me inside. also, i've realized that i talked nothing about dead fishes but NOW I HAVE A SCENARIO? reborn: "lol dino you fail :) -SLAPS HIM SENSELESS WITH A DEAD FISH-" / dino: ";__;" but the same thing could work for hibari except with different emoticons! "lol dino you fail >:| -SLAPS HIM SENSELESS WITH A DEAD FISH... OR TRIES TO-" / dino: "lol kyouya you're the one who fails :DDD -GIVES BAD EYEBROWS-" sodimfsdf okay so i need to shut up.

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g. gigolos
this word reminds me of bubbles! i don't know why, man. :| but at charity ball, we were joking that jeff was a gigolo because HE DANCED WITH EVERY SINGLE GIRL HE SAW srsly. i was like, "lol what a man ho"... and ended up dancing with him anyways. like. three times. :|

h. hibari
despite my long praises of "OMG DINO'S FAAAACEEE" i love hibari better...? more? IDK. but he is my favorite character because he's just very... straightforward. like, he's not afraid to say whatever is on his mind, but he is a bit of a tyrant. if hibari existed in real life i would be TERRIFIED no srsly. i want to know his backstory! because whenever i write fic on him I FAIL because he has, like, no tender side which gets me angry. >:| i like nice people! but guys I LOVE HIS NOSE. srsly. he is like the cutest nose ever (lol, cute to describe hibari :'D) but really! I BET HE WAS LIKE "i cannot tolerate imperfection" so he got plastic surgery to look like min hyorin. :| like, "give me this nose or i'll bite you to death." i'm not crazy, guys. :(

i. iconning
is something that i hate! i really do hate iconing real people because i can never get the colors right. or the cropping. or the textures. :| i like to color manga better because i can control a lot of things: what color their hair is, what color their eyes are, what their skin tone is, what the chair they're sitting on is... whatever. i'm a control freak! :'D also i get madly jealous and want to throw things at good iconners. >:|

j. job in future
i don't really know! i sort of want to be a bartender... or a fashion designer... or a video game artist... or maybe even a writer. :| i don't really like to have a commitment to anything? i don't know, we'll see. :)

k. korea
korea is the land of the gay pop stars. me and this one dude recently went through this other girl's iPod in chinese class, and i'm just like "oh look dong bang shin ki!" and then he was like "dong bang shin ki? they're gay. :DDD" and i'm just like "oh but wait, i already knew that. :|" and then we were scrolling down and down and down and then i'm just like "super junior! :D" and then he was just like "super junior? they're gay, too! :D" and then he went on to describe other people and he was like "hwayobi is the girl with the weird face and the funny voice" and i'm just like "... okay :D" etc.! you know you all love korea.

l. lelouch (a.k.a. leloosh)
aoisnsdf i am still not over code geass yet. this is so tragic. he is tragic! truthfully, i sort of skipped over parts that i felt were not interesting so i can't really say anything... but srsly, there is something wrong with that kid. like, dude, i admire him but i can't really agree on how he thinks. :| but he has pretty eyes, omg *__* i bet he drinks tea like a princess.

m. miyazaki hayao
DUDE THIS GUY. THIS GUY IS FUCKING AMAZING. that is all i can really say. ♥ ♥ ♥

n. naruto
a.k.a. the series i haven't read since december 2007! :| it's amazing... or at least, where i left off. i think it was chapter 347? OR I MAY BE totally wrong but it was where sasuke just defeated deidara. i think! GUH, i keep on telling myself, "oh i'll pick up on it again!" and then get distracted by other things. :|

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p. pokemon
POKEMON. man, i remember when i played pokemon blue version when i was like four years old. i liked to choose bulbasaur! because my sister and her friends told me it was the easiest. and i used to think that grass was super effective against electric types. :'D and articuno was so pretty~ *__* and i used to cheat, haha. i used missing-no and whenever you encountered it and ran away, the sixth item in your inventory increased to infinity. that's how i had like 3094683434649 master balls! i was pretty amazing, yo. ♥ also, now as the years have gone by, i like to name my pokemon after... people i like! such as this and this. also... i have this reoccurring thing in which i don't catch... guy pokemon. because. i'm sexist. :|

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r. rolo the chocolate, rolo from gayass
OMNOMNOM ROLO. rolos are delicious. like, if i had four sticks of rolos, i'd eat them in one sitting. the end.

psssh, rolo (from gayass!), he's gay. (actually, i cried like a baby when he kicked the bucket. :|)

s. sket dance
I LOVE SKET DANCE. did you hear me. i said I LOVE SKET DANCE. i don't even know why! because it's hilarious and cute and sweet and totally typically shounen and pokes fun at other series and bossun adds "... -ttebayo" to everything he says in one chapter (i love bossun bossun bossun ♥) and switch goes "oh it's p.cry-man!" and himeko kicks some serious ass and ronan is a crappy manga drawer but she doesn't even know and sasuke is hilarious and sojiro reminds me of tyl!yamamoto and I NEED TO MAKE A PIMP POST. srsly, if you don't read sket dance then why are you on my f-list. >:|

t. tablo
tablo is a genius. the end! he can be so silly and weird and then totally thoughtful the next. i want to be like him when i grow up, except maybe a little less on the emo side. :) ALSO I WANT HIS BOOK.

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w. writing process
ew, gross. sometimes i really like the idea in my head but it's so hard to actually put down into words. the wording gets a little awkward sometimes. and i'm really bad at writing actions of the characters; i think what i write the best is dialogue and the "background." i don't like to do rough drafts of anything (even essays and papers and stuff like that) because i find that it's a lot easier to just go ahead and plunge into whatever i'm writing, although it helps if i jot down notes on what i want to include on a notepad document. and then i just write! although, most of what i start on never get finished, haha.

x. ---

y. ---

z. ---

i wish i were french.

happy thanksgiving everyone! :)