Because I Blog: A Little Blue Bunny’s Adventure

This is just a little something I concocted in my sleep. Loosely based on reality, tweaked to sound like fantasy, and blogged to  be seen worldwide-ly…(lacked y words already D8) So, please do go on and read whatever I wrote in the following pages!

Well, of course, we should start by introducing our main character, Miss Blue Bunny.

This is Miss Blue Bunny. She’s 15 years old, her blood type is AB and she’s easily bored. So she decides to take a small stroll down the Silver Cloud Lane (doesn’t make sense, but sounds fairytale-ish so yeah.). In her adventure, though, she stumbles upon three creatures namely: Grey Lynx,  Indigo Mallard, and Cyan Feline. You’ll get to know more about them in the story.

Read on!

Because I Blog: New Beginnings

For a long time, I have been here in wordpress. But apparently, I have never made a blog that is not related to either:

• Kpop.
• Kboys
• Koreans
• Kdramas
• Japanese Stuff
• Pop Culture

And now, I shall make my first REAL blog, something that is from my heart (or whatever contraption lies in my chest) and soul (or whatever entity it is my flesh covers). Maybe now, with all this talk about heart and soul, you’ve given up on actually reading this. Go ahead, love, it’s gonna be your loss once you click that x on your window. Because this might be a pretty good revelation.

Are you still with me, biters? If so…

I SO SAD!

Okay, so I was in facebook…

Then someone chatted me up…

And asked me SJC stuff…

And…GAAAAAHHHH!!!! WHY AM I SABAW RIGHT NOW? WHY WHY WHY?

WAS THAT A TEST? IF THAT WAS, GAHD, I MIGHT KISS SJC BYEBYE ALREADY. I MESSED UP BAD. MY BRAIN WASN’T WORKING PROPERLY. TT^TT

I just wish this would be one of those PUNK’D! moments…I’m totally awesome-r in person. TOTALLY. AWESOMER. //get’s shot.

DFGHASDFDGHGBHGDFDGFVJHDDHFABFJKADFJKSHFJJFH… //wrists

I feel pathetic right now. Pathetic and miserable. What a great way to start the weekend. TT^TT

[Voice of My Heart] Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen:

She messed up. She messed up really bad. She was more messed up than a monkey in MC hammer pants dancing Rokkugo! on top of a golden coffee table.  At least that freaking monkey didn’t have a broken heart. A broken heart Park Miyoung had expected the most but wanted the least. On top of that, Myungsoo didn’t even get to read the letter she poured her heart into last night.

So now, there she was, sitting on the cold linoleum of the darkened Music Room, bawling her emerald eyes out until they hurt. Like she cared. Her heart was hurting more than her freaking eyes.