... It's been... I don't know how long since I've last posted an entry purely to rant or something, so this should be fun~

I HAVE A NEW OBSESSION. O.O
TOM FELTON IS SO FUCKING HOT. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. I'M SO PROUD OF MYSELF, MY FIRST NON-ASIAN CELEBRITY CRUSH/INFATUATION/WHATEVER-YOU-WANT-TO-CALL-IT IN 2 YEARS. LASDMF;IWOE'ENKL'DNVKW

I only came to this conclusion after (during) watching the HBP movie, although I was planning on completely skipping it. I didn't watch the fifth one (Order of Pheonix) because... well... frankly, The Goblet of Fire was really bad, and I didn't have high hopes for the next movies. At all. Of course, everybody else I knew went to watch it and started pestering me to see it, soooo, I eventually caved and went with my friends Amy, Tiffany, Grace, and Cindy.
And... I have to admit, it was definitely worth it. AND NOT JUST BECAUSE I REALIZED HOW ATTRACTIVE TOM FELTON WAS. It was surprisingly amusing and exciting... plus, there were quite a few sexual innuendos and situations (other than the obvious pairings, because those make me cringe [other than RonxHermione, they're cute]. HarryxGinny... bleh) that kept me smiling throughout the movie. My personal favorite = SnapexDraco moments. 8DDD  BLATANTLY BIASED FANGIRL IS BLATANT. AND BIASED. 8DDDDDDDDDDDD

On the other hand, I am ashamed of my sudden inclination to read HP fanfictions. I promised myself I would never, ever stray into the Harry Potter fandom, yet I've spent the past week reading them. O.O It took me four days to get through the first fanfiction, which was only 3 chapters long. XD
Somebody please shoot me now. I NEED INTERVENTION. FDLSFMEWOIFMEWFKM'SDLKMF  *slaps self*



ON ANOTHER NOTE.
I GOT A NEW COMPUTER. YES. My old laptop was... well... old. And dilapidated. And probably only had like a month or so until it finally broke down and died on me. > <  Muahahaha~~ Now I won't have my computer randomly shutting down on me while doing work or, god forbid, when reading my ghei pron. 8D

In celebration of their anniversary... my overly-obsessed friend made me do something for them, and so I did fanart... it sucks, but he's satisfied. I, myself, am not a huge fan of SNSD, but it was fun nonetheless. At least until my hand started to cramp up. And the fact that it took me at least 5 hours per picture didn't make me very happy, to say the least.

I used an amateur method of enlarging the pictures using a grid, and I was too lazy to erase the lines, nor go over the drawing in pen, so it's very rough and sketchy. Not to mention anime-ified. XD

Original:

Drawing:


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If the video doesn't fully show up... I'm sorry.. .because that's what it looked like in the preview, and I don't know how to fix it. Just double click the video to get to youtube if it's like that. Actually, yeah, just do that, it's a better quality, anyways.

Title says it all.
The pictures are of Amu from the manga/anime Shugo Chara! in her transformation with... um... I don't know the Guardian Character's name, but she was a Guardian Character for that... singer girl who worked with Easter and was siblings with Ikuto but was in love with him. Yeah, I doubt anybody understood what I was just talking about.

Color:


Black and white:


Damn, that last one's not clear at all...

Oh well, for those who stumble across my livejournal + the few friends I have on here, enjoy!

Mmmm... I'm back! Not that anybody is keeping track of what I post, anyways. XD (I think so highly of myself, can't you tell?)

I come with more fanart~ There are three, all in different styles, but I won't tell you who they're of. You have to guess (I really hope people are able to recognize them...). ^ ^ Also, input on which style you like/what I should work on would be nice.
Disclaimer: Of course, I totally own them. THAT'S RIGHT, BE JEALOUS. *gets mobbed by rabid fangirls*
( Clickie~ )

DAMMIT, WHY DOES LJ-CUT HATE ME SO MUCH. T_T

Title: Falling Slowly
Characters/Pairing: Kisung (because the world needs more)



February 27, 2009

    I’m falling, falling, so slowly, so slowly. Tumbling, tumbling, farther I sink. Everything’s colliding, conflicting, converging, diverging. I gaze around as the world passes me by (or am I passing them by?).

    You always told me you’d be there for me when the whole world was against me. I can’t even begin to count how many times you’ve whispered the hope-filled phrase into my awaiting ears. Lies. All of them, lies. But I believed them. Meaningless words meant to further elaborate this façade you kept up for so long.

     I’ll raise my hopeful voice; sing my melody. Words rain down on me, fall through me as if I am nothing. As if I am nobody.

    ‘Nobody is perfect. I am nobody. Therefore I must be perfect.’ Grim chuckles reverberate throughout the small, dingy bedroom. It fleetingly occurs to the young man that he should be worried about what he has become – frightened even –, but only an intense numbness pervades his already void body. ‘After all, it was the world that made me this way.’


March 7, 2009

    I don’t know why I even bother humoring everyone (myself) anymore. I’m tired – tired of myself; tired of the world. I’m tired of it all.
    I’ve been waiting, waiting, for so long, so long. Seconds become minutes, minutes transform into hours, hours turn into years, years become seconds, and on, and on. Time no longer has meaning; life is no longer worthy of comprehension.

    I’ll shut my eyes and embrace the welcoming darkness. I’ll let it paint me black and fade me away. Let the awaiting vacuum envelop me. Let it erase my entire existence, leaving nothing behind but the meaningless whisper of my memories and the chill of my despair. Because you don’t care; they don’t care. Therefore, why should I?

    The clatter of the pen slipping from his trembling grasp resounds ominously in his head. Teardrops pour endlessly down his pallid cheeks, only to drip gracefully into an ever-growing pool of tears streaming over the fragile pages of the diary. With a sense of hopelessness he looks over that last paragraph, over and over again, until it becomes a rhythm. A lulling pattern that he clings to like his life depends on it.

    ‘But it does, doesn’t it.’ As if a barrier had suddenly been broken, the anguished man lets sobs wrack his body, and he claws at his dark, unkempt hair. Stumbling, he makes his way through the cluttered room blindly; his eyes teem with too many unshed tears. Unsure hands grasp for something – anything – until one finally closes loosely about something thin and wiry. A spare computer cord.

    Without warning the flow of tears come to a halt and the young man brings the wire up to his face, mesmerized. Seconds and then minutes elapse while he stands, frozen. With an expression of certainty passing over his tearstained face, his grip on the wire tightens while he slowly, but steadily, marches over to the stairwell. Behind his fading figure, the journal lies forgotten upon the desk, its pages fluttering violently with every slight breeze the open window lets in.

    The clock reads 4:28 in the evening when the remains of a torn out page reveal itself within the mess of flitting paper and the faint moonlight illuminates the carefully etched words on the page ‘Kim Kibum’.

    It’s 7:42 p.m. when Kim Jongwoon’s body is found hanging limply from the stairway banister.

Second post! Yay me~!! XD This is my first fanart, and since I can't draw guys, I decided to pick a member who had simple, girl-like hair! I know, I should have picked Heechul for that, but the key-word was "simple". Heechul's hair is too... unique for me. I'd probably ruin it. -.-

( click for the fail~! )

MUAHAHA, first attempt at fanfiction in TWO FUCKING YEARS. Like anybody's going to read this on my journal, since I have no friends, but whatever... I'm bored enough.

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