not that i'm jumping on the bandwagon. it's just that i also want to share my two cents (but i'll just paste my reply to the conversation i had with pach_unni earlier this evening regarding the entire yoosumin tirade.

they should take the matter not as a ground for disappointment of de-fan-ment (what) but as a... form of amusement. it's fanservice. JAPAN, PEOPLE. is it so hard to understand? sige, matakot kayo sa mangyayari sa fans nila sa korea, pero don't look down on them. (translation of the last part: okay, you can be afraid of how the korean fans would take it, but don't look down on them.)

out your thoughts on the issue, if you'd like. i'm open to not-entirely-nice comments and such.



that aside, i've managed to come up with some icons today. 54 icons total, all involving the saitama pics. i'll be waiting for more tomorrow. they're bound to come in TONS. xD and the sujuman pics! gawd. WHY MUST THERE BE KYUMI (kyuhyun x zhoumi)? AND WHY DO I FIND THEM CUTE? o.o I NEED KYURY. GIVE ME MY KYURY, FANDOM. and the audio of kiss shita mama sayonara. OHGOD. MY STUPID BROKEN HEART. SAVE ME.


random: i seem to have a thing about breaking nowadays. i've been using it frequently in fics. it's quite amusing. ^^; these palace walls break/ when the cool rain comes rushing down (down, down)/ and the doors are lowered/ so that the rainwater could come in. (from a narrative poem i'm making for the school publications) it might be a new writing style.

i am loving my new default pic. and my new su icon.

still need to finish the narrative poem. why am i talking about princesses in my poem again? i've never been good at poems, really. they always come out... weird. there is no breathing space/ when we talk about blue skies (grayed by the rain)/ sunny days (hidden in between clouds) i'm better off with short stories.

i am so random, really. pardon the randomness. i'm weird like this, yes. :D
hope to hear from you all.♥

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i'll post the pics tomorrow... hopefully. i fail at life, really.
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Dear juudenkanryou. I don't really know how to tell you this, but I'll join the monastery. I think I realized it when your dwarf bit me in your camping car, and I saw you carve your initials into Manchester United's goalkeeper. I'm sure you're masochistic enough to understand that Extreme Home Makeover sucks. I'm returning your ring to you, but I'll keep your mom as a memory. You should also know that I always wanted to break Cocaine abuse. Go burn, aoireeza <3.

( oh well. )