its a complex world we live in.

i think i have a bit of a peter pan complex.
i used to want to grow up fast, like all kids do.
but now i see that growing up means that you no longer have a foolproof excuse to make mistakes, to throw caution into the air and do what you want to do, not what you should do.
i have small panic attacks every now and then when these girls cheerfully call me "unnie!"
i haven't done anything

i have both a superiority and a inferiority complex.
when i see the ones around me i feel like i'm better, except i know i have nothing to me.

whatever happens to the average people, those people who are mediocore instead of excellent?
all my life i've been surrounded by people who are great in everything they do. to me, failing was never a possibility. it never occured in my world. without knowing it, i built up this high wall of expectation for myself.
but thats not my personality. i am not meant to excel. perhaps i don't have the brains, perhaps i don't have the patience or the perseverence. and maybe i don't have the confidence, but i don't really want to excel.

i think.
i'm perfectly happy being average.

i mean, most people are.

fangirls *rolls eyes*

don't argue on the internetz bishes you'll never win.

for every comment that you make, there'll be 492018392 thousand people waiting to rebut that comment.

so stfu and stfd.

i want to unfollow all those fangirls on my list. i get that you love hae or hyuk or kyu or yesung, i really do, because i like them too, but gdi,

460 tweets from 5 girls in less than an hour?

seriously, what the fuck.

i've learnt my lesson and realised how annoying i must be (though i post considerably less). i try to limit fangirly posts, or at least space them out.

i wish t-list would do the same.

the leaves have fallen.

ah... this is like an one way path to destruction.
i have so many flaws that i'm aware of, so why aren't i changing?
hm.

WHY DO I FEEL LIKE I'M MISSING OUT ON EVERYTHING THAT MATTERS?

i... don't know anymore.

fuck. i wanted so much as a child, you know? i imagined me as.. so much more. a little more intellectual a little more artistic a little more chic.

but i think it's hard to accomplish it in this city, with this group of friends, with my current circumstances.

i'm so hungry for some intelligent conversation now you wouldn't even know. i've taken to talking to myself. yes. talking to myself.

COLLEGE YOU BETTER NOT DISAPPOINT ME.

should i just stop kpoppin'? it's like every other person is into it and everytime i think the quality of kpop can never get worse, it never fails to prove that once again, cutesy short skirts and/or sex > quality.

땅이 아름다운 이유는 꽃이있게 떼문이고...
하늘이 아름다운 이유는 별들이있게 떼문니야...

내 인생이 아름다운 이유는 ..
니가 있끼 떼문이야

the reason why soil is beautiful is because of the flowers
the reason why the skies are so beautiful is because of the stars

the reason why my life is beautiful .. is because of you

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꽃으로써 당신에게 향을 주고..
책으조써 당신에게 답을 줄텐데...

하지만 사람으로써
당신에게 사랑빡게 못주네요

as i flower i would give you fragrance
as a book i would give you answers

but as a person i can only give you love

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수많은[사]람중에
너와나[랑]있을때
이말을[해]줄래요

------------정말로　　　　　　　　어렵죠
---------- 하지만 정말　　　　　아름다운거죠
------- 함께하는 사랑이나　　　일방적인 사랑이나
------ 가슴이 아픈 사랑이나 정말로 행복한 사랑이나
---- 모두 모두 너무 예뻐요. 그러니 다들 너무 맘 아파
--- 하지 마세요. 사랑을 한다는 것 그것만으로도 당신은
--- 축복받은 거니까요. 만일 지금 사랑을 하고 계신다면
--- 사랑하는 이에게 모든 것을 줘보세요. 암것두 바라지
---- 말구요. 왜냐면 당신의 그 사람은 당신에게 사랑을
----- 가르쳐준것 만으로도 충분한 자격이 있으니까요
------ 또 사랑하는 사람 마음을 아프게 하지 마세요
-------- 괜한 자존심에 서로 마음 졸이지 마세요.
---------- 설사 그 분이 당신 맘 아프게 했대두
------------- 원망마세요. 사랑은 베푸는 거
-------------- 에요.암것두 바라지 않고 주
---------------- 기만 하고 모두 주어도
------------------ 아깝지 않은 베풀
-------------------- 수록 기쁜 그
--------------------- 런게 바로
----------------------- 사 랑
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wooyoung. junho/doojoon. whipped.

"junho," wooyoung says with some urgency as he rushes into the room, arms flailing around the place. "junho."

"what?" junho asks, mildly annoyed because he was reaching level 129 on tetris when wooyoung came in and distracted him with his wooyoung-ness.

"doojoon. is scrubbing our bathroom," wooyoung says, wide-eyed. he mimes scrubbing the wall to emphasize his point. "our bathroom."

junho grins and tilts back in his chair. "oh yeah, that. he's done with the dishes, i assume? fast worker, that kid."

wooyoung gapes. "what? but our bathroom hasn't been cleaned since... well, we moved in. who knows what kind of germs he might pick up with his knees on the floor."

"hey, none of you have STDs or something, right? i heard cum is entirely sterile. the floor is perfectly safe!" junho concludes happily.

wooyoung looks mildly disgusted. "what have you been doing on the bathroom floor?"

as if on cue, the sound of someone hurling enters the room.

junho remains cheerful and waves wooyoung's concern away. "it's alright! he lives in a dorm with 5 other guys. he's used to it."

sigh.

If you have food in the fridge, clothes on your back, a roof over your head, and a place to sleep, you are richer than 75% of the world. If you have any money in the bank, your wallet, and some spare change in a dish someplace, you are among the top 8% of the world’s wealthy. If you woke up this morning with more health than illness, you are more blessed than the million people who will not survive this week. If you have never experienced the danger of battle, the agony of imprisonment or torture, or the horrible pangs of starvation, you are luckier than 500 million people alive going through this suffering. If you can read this message you are more fortunate than the 3 billion people in the world who cannot read at all.

ugh does he not realize that i'm going to spam his twitter until he replies to me?

i am such a stalker that i disgust even mself :|

seriously now. stalking celebrities like above mention instance is understandable, but stalking a fifteen year old boy online?

i even know things about his girlfriend :|

JAILBAIIITTTT.

lost.

could i should i would i may i do i won't i can i don't i why i?

we ask and ask and we try to get the acceptance of others

until we lose our identity and ask,

who am i?

hm.

i really can't watch dramas.
i get all wishful and it just makes my heart constrict and i want so fucking much.

but no, i'm not going to write about that today.

i feel guilty. what for?
for... well, being happy.

because i found out how messed up everyone's life is and yet they put up such a brave front that i never would've guessed.
me? there is absolutely nothing wrong with my life, yet i whine whine whine.
they are a million times stronger than me.
they're so amazing ♥

tomorrow i will take a picture for this.
i don't wear makeup. screw blemishes and dark circles. i do not need to cover what my parents blessed me with.

:)

its s simple to make someone happy.
now return the favour by making someone else smile.



someone did it to me and now i'm doing it to someone else.
and it feels amazing, to know that you're making someone smile.

strangers closeby.

ike i've said before.
＊note to self: don't fall in love with people because they write pretty things.

she's probably the closest person i've seen to my wavelength and i suspect the intellectual part of me would get along well with her.
and it's sad since she's practically right next to me.

contrary to what everyone believes, i am somewhat intelligent.
my favourite channel after kbs world is Animal Planet. let's put it this way, I watch the history channel more than i watch mtv. i'm completely serious.

i don't find joy in shopping nor movies. i find sleeping and eating a waste of time. and i certainly do not want makeup or new shoes.
am i even a teenager?

someone told me i'm like an old soul trapped in a 16-year old's body.
maybe i am.

hehe.

there's a long moment of silence after onew speaks.

then wooyoung bursts into tears and runs out of the room.

junho lets out a sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose. doojoon rolls his eyes and sits back into his chair to watch the unfolding drama. seulong bursts into high pitch laughter, which is slightly unsettling; but this is seulong, so everyone ignores him. jonghyun snorts because onew fails at life in general, and things like this prove it.

nichkhun shoots daggers at onew with his eyes. or at least he attempts to, because angry is a very cute look on him. knowing that his glare has no effect on everyone (except to make them swoon), he adopts a wounded expression instead and proceeds to chase after wooyoung.

"what?" onew is still extremely confused. he rubs his left arm self consciously and scans the room with his eyes innocent and wide (as wide as they can go anyway).

"really now. you're a sunbae and all, but you should really think before you speak," junho says, trying hard to keep his tone neutral. he's a little grumpy because he shares a room with wooyoung and if wookhun get into a lovers squabble, all hell breaks loose and junho is on the receiving end of most of the wrath. he glares at onew, who looks more lost than ever. thanks a lot.

"this is not right," onew protests, arms flailing around a little. "i am the sunbae here. in order of who debuted first, i am seniority! you can't gang up on me." he crosses his arms and tries to look stern but the whole effect is somewhat spoiled by him almost tripping falling over backwards.

"nichkhun shi, that girl you were watching a movie with the other day was really pretty," jonghyun mimicks onew mockingly. he shakes his head at his leader and says in that disapproving tone people use for disbehaving five-year olds, "you should've known better."

"what." onew looks like he's about to cry.

seulong is almost hysterical at this point and falls off his chair.

doojoon vows to never touch the water in the dressing rooms of music bank because obviously, there's something in there that makes idols go crazy.

i want.

i wish i could dance under the moonlight.
it seems like such a simple wish but modern day horror stories of axe carryng murderers have cemented fear and paranoia deep into my mind.

i wish i could run barefoot in the rain.
but when it rains here it doesn't drizzle, it dumps entire oceans on you and spices things up with streaks of lightning. a romp in the rain might spell suicide.

sigh. what happened to the simple pleasures in life?

bubble.

i'm not a depressed girl who locks herself in her room and mopes about what ifs and have beens, despite what my posts in here suggest.

its just that i spend most of the day painting this happy mask on my face and at the end of the day it crumbles and i let all my emotions out so i can be happy again the next.

when i'm awake i have a knack of pushing all negative thoughts out of my head and floating around all day in this happy bubble. when the clock hits midnight and i'm lying in bed there's nothing to distract me and so i start thinking. the only way to stop thinking is to release it all out and that's what i do here sometimes.

because typing is like therapy to me. the soft clicking of the keys and the letters appearing ones by one on the screen soothes me. i like how raw it feels.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example,’The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.’

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another’s. She will be another’s. Like my kisses before.
Her voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

by Pablo Neruda