Friday, October 26, 2012

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Language Joke

Hehehe, a language joke my mom found. 

A European tourist is lost and stops in an Irish village to ask for directions.

He sees two old men sitting outside the pub enjoying their Guinness.

"Parlez-vous Francais, he asks.

The old men look at each other and shake their heads.

"Sprechen sie Deutsch?"

Again, the old men shake their heads.

Beginning to get a bit irritated, the tourist asks "Habla Espanol?"

The men once again shake their heads.

Totally exasperated by now, the tourist asks "Parla l'italiano?"

The men once again look at each other and then shake their heads in puzzlement.

The tourist is so disgusted that he drives off.

One old man says to the other, "You know, Sean, perhaps we should learn another language."

"Ah get on with yeh; look at him, he knows four and it didn't do him a bit of good."


Friday, October 12, 2012

Enchanting meets Steadfast

My main characters in The Summer Colors of You (a very random unrelated title-because this is a drama-style romance!), are confusing to me. It's a story about Enchanting meets Careful Quiet, and it should be working out that way. But Enchanting has this maddening habit to wander away from his Careful Quiet in search of something more stable and perhaps, just perhaps, more exotic-Steadfast.

At the very beginning moment of the story's creation, I intended for Victor Park to be female. Or I intended for there to be two Victor Parks. An arrogant, anti-social, self-confident, intelligently geeky and artistic one, and a strong, reliable, duty-led history major who rooms with Mina and wants to be a lawyer one.
It was a darn good idea until I realized that Mina's love interest was slowly working himself into a complex, emotional, social butterfly who bursts with drama at every moment, and his brother was slowly working himself into a self-confident, independent, and slightly bossy eccentric genius hallyu star who practically glitters with an aura no one can quite escape nor understand...And my characters were all going to fall in love with the wrong people!

So I changed Victor into a male (this sounds awful) and sent Kibum back to Korea, and the world became a beautiful place again. No one could fall in love with anyone they weren't supposed to (because I don't write LGBT fiction -_-), and we could solve all of our problems-Mr. Enchanting would never wander because there would be no Miss Steadfast to wander to, and Careful Quiet would never become blindly infatuated with Mr. Sparkly Eccentric Genius.

I feel a little bad about it, though. Victor and JinKi didn't like eachother at first. Victor wasn't being just who I wanted him to be and so it was difficult for them. Then he started to smooth out and JinKi started to not mind him so much, and before I knew it, they started this bromance.
A bromance.
I'm a bit shocked because for the longest time I thought JinKi would stay to himself, but Victor started a bromance, Kibum starts to show his caring side and begins taking care of JinKi, and ChunHee practically adopts our clumsy hero as his role model.

Victor especially bothers me because I (still) feel like Mina and JinKi weren't the perfect match. I could've started two romances if I'd made Vic a girl. >.< Kibum/Mina or ChunHee/Mina would be perfect for eachother, I just know it, but I suppose that's a romance for you. Leave it to the writer to make things difficult for herself. ^^


Thursday, October 11, 2012


 (Note: This is written from the perspective of my character Park ChunHee from my recently named story The Summer Colors of You, and has nothing to do with my own state of being. In other words, I'm not depressed or suicidal. This is for character development...and I felt like writing something from his perspective. ^^)


It's so white and gray and cold in this place
I stopped feeling anything long ago
This apathy has overcome me
Yet I'm consumed deep within by anger

Perfect is so short a moment
We can't live it very long, before it burns out
The time becomes ash, floating off in the wind
Like the sparks that ignite and disappear into the night

Certainly my path grew wide open and unreliable
My heart faltered and my hands shook with pain
Things I thought I would never endure, I survived
I survived, and I breath in this moment

My tears are a sign that I'm still here
An aching reminder of my human imperfection
A failure I became in the moments of darkness
Soon to disappear like everyone else has

I'm going to die tonight, and it hurts
It hurts so much as I feel tears begin to fall from
My tired, blood-shot eyes, endlessly searching
For something to cling on to, I grasp wildly

I'm angry, and I'm hurt, and I don't know what I want
They've all thrown me away; they called me worthless
I'm an idiot who can't learn anything and doesn't speak to you
Because I hate this place and I hate these people

I hate everything; people, places, words
If I could escape everything, it might be peaceful
But I'm afraid to disappear forever
I'm afraid.

 Thanks for reading,


Wednesday, October 3, 2012

The Day My 4.0 GPA Went Far Away~

Yesterday was a big deal for me. I got my last history test in and found out that I scored a 65. Yeah. I was so upset I cried, which probably sounds weird, but I'm a perfectionist. My dad's a history major. I felt like I had failed myself, failed my dad, and failed the whole course.
 Obviously, this wasn't the case as I'm still enrolled in History 121 and I'm still an A average student. I suppose God wanted to send me a wake-up call. I need to balance. Balance everything; time, energy, and emotions.
 It rained that day. I waited for mom in the library, and I stared out at the dreary campus. I felt pretty bad; I knew I was going to have to tell her about that awful grade. I thought about how I was going to do it; I tried planning the whole thing, but in the end, the fact blurted from my mouth too quickly for me to stop it. The same thing happened on the phone with my friend afterwards, and I just started to cry my eyes out. I never failed a history test before-not once. I hadn't recieved my grades for the past two tests beforehand due to my vacation absence, and I was so worried I couldn't stop myself. Hannah, you were so sweet to me on the phone yesterday, I can't thank you enough. You listened to me blubber on and on and you were still encouraging to me!^^
 Either way, I got my previous quiz results back and realized the world wasn't ending. God knew what he was doing for me, I guess. I feel better now; strangely better.
 That evening I went walking after my night class. The rain began again, pattering softly on my umbrella, touching the leaves and the pavement. Water gathered in pools, reflecting the blue-ish and yellow-ish lights. Fog settled around, and not another person could be heard even speaking, because not another person was there. Just the swish of the cars, the falling rain, the blustering wind and my own footsteps-clomp, clomp, clomp-against the pavement. In that moment, I decided school wasn't so bad. I stopped hating the campus, the people, and the buildings. I stopped hating the pavement and the red and white umbrellas at the snack tables. I cleared my mind and I felt like an adult for an instant.
 I walked back and forth and sang this was truly beautiful and I just felt extremely happy.
Hopefully, I can keep this attitude up. In no way does this moment on campus or this history grade mean I will stop despising a certain professor, or suffering through my computer class, but maybe I'll survive till this spring without dropping any classes.

This is yet another magical song that I've been listening to recently. 그 칵스, or THE KOXX are a Korean Indie-rock group that I've recently taken a liking to listening to. Their outrageous English does get on my nerves sometimes, though.

Enjoy your evening-I'm off to read more American History. XD

To a positive attitude in Christ, 화이팅!