I’m moving?

I’m sure no one’s here anymore. But just in case, I’ll just say that I will be blogging again, but no longer here. 

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After being dead for a few months…

I’m alive! 

Not really.


I suppose it’s rather pathetic to abandon a blog that no one reads for several months due to school work, and then come back and write a new post because I want to procrastinate on my rewriting of an essay and because there’s nothing left to do on the web.

Anyways, since my brain’s pretty much fried and toasted to a really nice crisp, it’ll do me some good to write some inane nonsense and get it back to a fresh, rich state again.

I’m hungry, if you didn’t notice.

It’s December, everyone. Hip hip hooray. I love this month, because it usually means most people are in a good mood and just salivating over the prospect of break. 

Although, my family doesn’t really seem to be that much in the mood. We haven’t even put up the Christmas tree yet, although that’s my sister’s job. 

Speaking of which, she’s twenty four, which means she’ll be gone soon. As in, permanently. Not part of our household. Which, technically speaking in terms of most normal families, should have been about two years ago, but hey. She did move out somewhat, as in she came back weekdays.

And then she moved back in, and now she’ll be gone again. Soon.

I sound like I’m very expectant of it, don’t I?

I’m not. I’m actually very fond of my sister. She’s nice to be around.

Yes, I am just writing random things that’s coming across my head.


I started watching this brilliant show the other day. Sherlock. Although, it’s only three episodes, so it’s not going to last.


Benedict Cumberbatch is Holmes himself, and he’s really. really. good at it.

Watson’s nice too. 

I’m being obsessive, yeah. But that’s usually what happens with me and TV shows.

I’ll be over it soon.

Is there anything else you should know about?

I’m traveling to Korea this winter. Uh-huh. I’m finally returning to the Motherland for the first time in 11 years. OH BOY. I’m honestly not that excited, because I have so much to do over break, and this is going to just eat up all my time. 


I hate this essay. It’s pointless. I’d like to read a book, a really nice book, without having to analyze and think about why a rotting pig head on a stick represents smelly shoes and anarchy. That book was disturbing by itself. I don’t want to go analyzing.

And it’s not even the book I’m analyzing right now.

The book I’m analyzing right now is the Great American Novel. It’s beautiful.

Or, at least it was, until this essay happened.

I want to go watch some more Sherlock, but my speakers are broken.


Don’t read this. I mean, I suppose it’s too late to write it now, but don’t. It’s just me being stupid.




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oh, people.

so, yeah.
i’ve been busy.
(okay, not really busy, since watching movies and reading novels don’t count as such, but i’d like to save a bit of my dignity to lose later, so let’s not go into the entire accusing business, eh?)
anyways, i still have a ton of drafts saved about things i’ve pretty much forgotten about. i’m sure the information’s safely locked up somewhere in my brain, so it’s only a matter of finding it. so, yeah. this is mainly to tell you guys i’m still alive. hehehehe.
and i’m bored, so that’s another thing.
i will give you guys more posts when i finish the drafts, okay? stay tuned. (or not, since some of you don’t even read this. WHAT THE HELL AM I SAYING? I DO NOT KNOW.)
i’m really tired.


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Charlie McDonnell (AKA Charlieissocoollike)

As many of you know very well, I like Youtube. It’s a convenient website for listening and watching everything, and has done its job in catapulting many young people to fame.

I found Charlie McDonnell on a recommendation from a friend. She posted the link for a video by a really charming British singer, who had me laughing thirty seconds later.

Let’s just say it charmed the pants off me.

Over the next few days, I heard myself reading and thinking in a similar British accent to Charlie. Then I went back to his channel, spent several hours marathoning his videos, then subscribed.

I kind of developed a little crush on him.

To be sure, I found him a little weird at times, such as when he painted himself purple or made a superhero costume, but it was a kind of weird-funny, instead of the weird-disgusting that I usually get.

But that’s normal, yeah?

I find that Charlie’s a pretty cool guy (as you can see from his name) who’s instinctively creative and–there’s no other word for it–charming. I’m sure from the enormous response making him the number one Youtuber in Britain, that other people find him the same.

He gives a lot of comments, however subtly hidden, on society and media, listing plainly on the things he finds absurd.

Overall, he’s funny, intelligent, and charming.

Okay, I’m done with this post.

I apologize for the blandness of my writing today. I’m pretty tired, and my brain isn’t working right. There’s a shitload of drafts in my folder right now that need to be finished, so please expect some more posts?

I dunno, I’m just going to go to sleep for now.

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The Black Cat (Part One)

I’ve been having a considerable lack of brain fuel lately, not to mention an increasingly solid wall that I’ve been head-butting into whenever I opened a word document.

Frankly, I’m fed up with it. So today, I decided to break through the wall, and come up with whatever rubbish my brain would produce.

So, without further ado, I present “The Black Cat.”


When I was a boy, walking down the groves of New Hampshire, there would always be a tiny black cat with glowing yellow eyes waiting for me at the end of Main Street.

I never stopped to observe it, being a simple child of ten. My interests were more clearly focused on the local candy shop, which was run by Benny, the stingiest man on the planet. Seeing how I was the best freeloader, we didn’t quite get along.

Now, back some time in the 1950s, there was a day where everything seemed a bit too strange. Like time had stopped, the galaxy stopped moving, and gravity shifted so that the law of physics didn’t apply anymore. It was a clear day, with the bluest sky I had ever, or will ever, seen. The green in the grass seemed sharper, the flowers brighter, and the trees simply reached for the heavens.

It was on this day that I was introduced to a remarkable black cat.

It was around noon when I strolled home from school for lunch, whistling and seeming to all the world a care-free child. But there was that uneasy prick in the back of my neck, the one that tells you, when things go far too well, there’s bound to be trouble in the end.

I reached that corner on Main Street, right by Benny’s Sweets, and leaned ever so slightly to catch a scent of that melted chocolate. And lo and behold, even Benny was in a good mood today. Good enough to tempt me to wander in.

The man looked straight up as I stepped in, all casual like, and his smile instantly flattened.

“Look boy, I don’t want any trouble from you today.”

It was a testimony to my childish foolishness that I scoffed at him in the most infuriating way possible. “Don’t worry, Benny. I’ve given away most of my trouble. I was going to save some for you, but as you don’t want it, I’ll have to give it to my brother, when I get home.”

Benny’s eyes narrowed, and the bubbling in the pot of chocolate grew louder.

“I wouldn’t mock me if I were you, boy.”

Now, being ten years old means several things. It means being old enough to know that adults are miserable in various ways, but too young to know that half the time, children are the source of that misery. Therefore, I proceeded to attempt to make him as miserable as I could.

A little too miserable.

“If you were me, Benny, then I would be you. And I were you, I’d give me candy. Because you never know what might happen in the future.”

At that moment, I should have run out of the shop. Across Benny’s face spun an incredibly nasty smile. My fear must have shown on my face, because that smile grew larger.

“That’s right, boy. You never know what might happen.”

The bubbling grew even more fierce.

I took a step back, deciding that this might not be the day to ridicule him farther. Unfortunately for me, I tread on the tail of a cat while leaving.

A black cat.

It proceeded to hiss and give me a nice scratch across the ankle. Howling in pain, I ran home, all carefree antics forgotten.


I’ve decided to end part one here. Hopefully, I’ll write more. If I don’t, then I’ve simply forgotten.


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in the quiet.

you love those quiet mornings.

there’s a steady hum in the air. it’s when the earth is refreshing itself, reawakening with the morning dew.

a soft breeze whispers in your ear, and you shiver, clutching your mug of tea tightly. the rays of sunlight warm your face, and a for a minute, you’re floating, with the breeze carrying you.

it ripples through the flowers.

you breathe in, deeply. the scent of fresh grass and crisp, chilly air fills your lungs as you exhale yesterday.

you are whole again.

you are new.

as you sit in the quiet.

and ready for a new day.

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you may have noticed a big change in my blog’s appearance. among these changes is a new thing called rotating headers, which are the images you see above. they change every time you go to a new page on my blog, y’see?

ain’t it cool?

anyways, these images all have correlations to the k-entertainment industry, and basically nothing to do with this blog, so please don’t worry that i’ve suddenly decided to transform this blog into something that follows k-pop. (it might though. mwahaha.)

they may have nothing to do with my blog, but they’re pretty, so look at ’em. Nyeeeh.

credits for my header images go to javabeans at dramabeans.com/eiffel in seoul at wyelinchiu.com

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