i LURVE puppies. BUT my mum has this crazy phobia of all things with fur. seriously. i have two hamsters at home and the only reason she allows me to have them is because they're stuck in cages. sometimes i put em in a ball thingy where they can run around in and she freaks even if they accidentally ran near her. they're in a plastic ball, they can't even touch her and she screams, really, i'm not making this up like a dog just pounced on her. sooo, getting a puppy can only happen when i have a place of my own.

hmm. i like it when its cloudy. not super sunny but not raining either.
its a good weather to do anything in. (;


mostly we catch up on things, that means lots of talking and laughing and watching movies or walking around, windowshopping.
yea, that's mainly it.

and actually these words or i might say, conclusion was made quite a while ago. its definitely a conclusion that's been proven through time.

and what may the conclusion be?

*drum roll*
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Fangirls could never really have boyfriends.
lol.

its unfortunately true, to me and jill anyway. i don't know how anyone could match up to GD or Top or any guys we go crazy over. and even if we do find someone we really like and stuff, that guy has to be very patient with us while we go on our KPOR frenzy. unless the fella is a KPOP fan but if he's into SNSD and Kara, i don't think our relationship will work. but then if i go gaga over GD or Kyuhyun, i'm sure he wouldn't be able to stand me for a very long time either.

okay, say if he can and does, i still don't think it'll work out. because i'll be spending so much time on my laptop watching videos and reading news bout them and then flailing and spazzing over them that i'll just ignore him completely. so what's the use of having a bf anyway right?

so ya, in conclusion, our conclusion is correct (for me anyway). ((:

and just for the fun of it, i'll list down my KPOP boyfriends for you. *rubshandswithglee*

of course, i'll start off with my NUMBER 1 and the rest follows in not much of an order.

Kwon Ji Yong


Taeyang


ahh, i would have done individuals but that is just too troublesome to be done on blogspot. i think i'm gonna copy this post to xanga but post more pics there. LOL.

Sungmin. Donghae. Ryeowook.
Kyuhyun. Leeteuk.


Donghae. Eunhyuk. Sungmin. Kyuhyun.



Kim Bum


Park Yong Ha


Lee Min Ho


Wooyoung


that's a lot right? i'm definitely not getting a bf anytime soon.

A/N: this is to be a gdyb fic. starts off from GD's POV, in case you're confused and then it alternates. (:

A cut, red ink, stained pink, will this ever end? I saw a faint spark of forgiveness in your eyes and I know I will never do it again, not this way.

Sun’s high in the sky, the rays highlighting streaks of gold and amber in your hair normally unseen under white fluorescent light. What beautiful colors they are, so alive, hidden behind bright-colored caps and red beanies with white stars. If only you can see what I see.

Broken shards of mirror, broken shards of promises; 7 years of bad luck.

I brought you to the beach, the one you said you’ve always wanted to go since you saw it in one of your forwarded mails about how its sand is black.

We sat right on the edge where the waves brush back and forth, playing tag with the sand. Your head on my shoulder, we sat there watching the sun set.

Subtlety; you think I didn’t know? You loved me the moment your eyes met mine.

But that changed when I found you or is it when you found me?

I hear the lies you hide behind your laughter. I see the pain you masquerade through those easy smiles you throw at everyone you see. You are as lonely as I am and as desperate. I’ll give you credit though, for a being a better pretender than me.

Small dark musty room at the back of the lab, that’s where we always hide during chemistry class, coming out only when the teacher says, “Okay class, this is it for today.” We'll crawl back to our chairs, grab our books, say thank you and walk out as if we learned about ionic equilibrium and knew what Friedel-Crafts alkylation is all about.

We used to just talk or gossip or laugh soundlessly about things. That changed one stormy morning.

Silenced moans, bruised lips, ruffled hair, half tucked in shirts, what a beautiful world you introduced me to in that dark dusty room. The teacher asked you why your pants were so dirty and me why my buttons were at the wrong hole. You told her my pencil dropped and rolled under the table and you crawled under to get it back for me while I explained how waking up late for school doesn’t give me enough time to get my buttons right. Stepping out of class, you turned around and started unbuttoning and buttoning them back into the right holes. Later that day, you told me chemistry wasn’t such a boring subject anymore.

You were absent today, so I hid in the toilet. Heard the sound of the toilet flushing in the next cubicle and I couldn’t help but compare myself to it. The old me, indifferent, cold with no care for this world flushed away just like that when I met you. Replaced by an alien I cannot recognize, clingy and hungry for love, unable to survive even one day without you. How pathetic. I sat through chemistry class in the end just to prove I can still live without you.

You did it again. You promised. But you did it again. Do you not know how much I hurt every time you’re hurt?