torture me with bright colours.

you didn't have an answer. But I did, and it wasn't "I don't know."

Friday, October 09, 2009/8:13 PM

Needless to say, I've been M.I.A for a while. You cannot honestly blame since I've been swamped with promotional examinations. Is it just me, or does one have the odd compulsion to cringe everytime we hear the term promos or exams nowadays? I think it's just me. oh well.

Do you know how it feels like when your world just suddenly becomes so empty? It's like riding in a really really fast train with your head stuck out of the window for five hours and then getting off and standing in an abandoned station, completely still, completely unmoving. Your mind is still zooming and travelling at a thousand miles per hour but your body is as still as the air around you. I'd call it a culture shock but that would be putting it too mildly.

So much time, so much energy invested and poured into something and when you take a step back just to look at it, you cock your head to the side and say 'what the hell?' It's utterly confusing. It's like baking a big fat, multi-tiered vanilla cake. Okay imagine that. A HUGE cream coloured vanilla cake. So you dump in the flour and you trash in some eggs and you crush in some sugar. And then you realise, I'm not going to eat this cake. I hate vanilla. I like chocolate.

So what have I been doing all this time?

I wish my life was MIO TV.

Meanwhile, while waiting for the you-know-what to come out on you-know-when, I've been immersing myself in Korean culture. When I say culture I really mean media. When I say media, I really mean music. When I say music I really mean boybands. When I say boybands I really mean Super Junior.

Thirteen boys, thirteen names, thirteen perfect faces. Everytime I tell my sister this, she'll always say 'come on namira! they're plastic!' Yes indeed, you cannot really trust those maliciously handsome faces because the Korean government subsidises cosmetic surgery. But I really do not care if they're plastic or not. Even if they are, it just means that they're my Boyband dolls.

A lot has happened since the last time I updated (that's for bloody sure.) so here is a rundown.

1. Promo Exam Preparation (shudder.)
2. Promo Exam (cringes.)

3. Post-Promo Exam State (ugh.)

4. J1 Bash.

I'd like to talk about number four because the rest are just shit. The J1 Bash was no less than amazing. It was so refreshing to see all (okay about two hundred) of your friends all dressed up and glittery and fantastic looking. Away with the vulnerable masks of terror and studying grime and hello to retro skirts and dresses and crisp shirts and top hats (hah. I wish.)

But I'm kind of disappointed at the absense of mocktails that the council promised in the feature slide show. It was one of the significant reasons I came actually.

no seriously, where my party people at.

and then, just when I thought I couldn't get hurt.

it happened.

self-proclamation.

My life is not a fascination worth the scrutiny of those who watch over me. Yet, I live amongst thin air and sparkling personalities. I am an avid fan of the KoreanPop scene. So bring me to the number thirteen.

read my lips.

they're watching.

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