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October 14, 2009@6:19 PM

Christmas Lights

You can actually die from inhaling 200 balloons worth of helium.

Imagine you saying your last words in a squeaky voice..

that thought just amuses me.

A lot.

Oh whatever. Go to hell.

Labels: Message From My Heart

October 3, 2009@2:51 PM

When Nothing Is Ever Enough

Some people don't know what privacy means.
Some people don't know what 'leaving people alone' means.
Some people just don't seem to have a heart; a fully functional, working one.

I know reporters are 'die-hard', they would do anything, ANYTHING, to get their jobs done. But to the extent of showing the exact location of his house? A bit too much, you think? But of course, of course, in their eyes, it's nothing. How would they like it if I place a big-ass camera crew in front of their house, while they snoop around and do their dirty work? Trust me, I know about all the drama behind the cameras.

Which is where, we, fans, come in. We fight in a rational, discreet manner. We do not start riots and World Wars, we just show our support, our care, and most of all, our love. And yet, we get branded as 'hardcore'. This does not reflect well on us fans. It would be pretty amazing if you delusional reporters correct the mistake that you made, but hell, the news is already out. Now people are gonna swarm his doorstep. Where is he going to rest now? Hell, netizens made his leave his country, and now reporters make him leave his house?

I can't believe this. Not a single bit of it. Everything seems like it should belong in some A-List drama, and we're the characters inside. Life is just a play, and we've got our own different stages. Sometimes, our stories clash, and problems arise. Sometimes, they get solved, most of the time, they don't. I honestly don't know what else to say anymore. Because this is a war where the winner would be judged by Him.

Personally, I think that the media industry is too much. They take things too seriously, they are like birds of prey, circling around, sniffing out gossip like a couple of bloodthirsty pirates.

Till then,
I'm outta here.
GD-Babyism.

[Take one, two steps, and there you are. Wherever you wanna be]

Labels: The Hand I Fan With .

October 2, 2009@4:02 PM

This Is For You

I've got one more exam and I'm done.

Dead and Gone. So till then,entertain yourselves with this song and this poem I wrote, inspired by reading Net of Jewels by Ellen Gilchrist. Its dedicated to him, and there's meaning in each and every line of the poem. Enjoy.

Poem Of September:

The rain,the rain is kind to come

It sings its only song, dumb, dumb,dumb

It sings that life is not always what it seems

And love, my love is but a dream

Autumn comes as I sit and stare

At that tiny little four-inch square

A photograph of a distant dream I had

Like someone crazy, I am entirely mad

I guess there might this life out side this dark and dreary place

Where sit down and stare everyday

At the long-lost face of a man I loved

Called Park Jay

-GD Babyism.

I know I am just not myself right now. I picked up bad habits ever since, and it is slowly deteriorating my life. But I don't mind. I don't care anymore. This may be over the top, but fuck what you think. I don't give a freakin shit. And no one tries to hold themselves from saying his name or anything related in front of me anymore. They don't try to hold themselves back, just shoot it out of their wide, insensitive mouths. But oh well, there's only so much I can do. And hating them is just not on my list.

You know, before I entered my secondary school, I had a list of friends I just HAD to be friends with. First is someone who is an IT freak, one should be a Math whiz, a Science geek, a MT linguist, a sports leader, a good writer and someone plain smart. But guess what? In life, you can either befriend the smartest kids in school, or be friends with the most random, loveable, happy people and reap even more benefits.

I thoguht now would be a good time to thank my friends, for walking together with me throughout my life in secondary school. I hope our friendship will last long, even if we get into different classes next year. I know this year wasn't as smooth-sailing as we would have liked it to be. But if I could start my life over, I would still choose to be friends with all of you; no matter how weird, crazy, childish, plain creepy you guys are, I thank you.

Lee Myung Hee.

Labels: Message From My Heart