Okay…really just one Korean soap in particular, You’re Beautiful. So freaking addicting!
You’re Beautiful follows the story of Go Mi Nyu who is an orphaned nun in-training, who throws out her habit to impersonate her twin brother “Go Mi Nam.” Her brother (who is only seen in pictures) has apparently had botched plastic surgery and his manager asks her to impersonate him since he is about to sign a HUGE contract with K-Pop super group A.N.Jell (pronounced Ah-Un-Jell… an odd take on angel natz). Of course, it’s all supposed to be a temporary situation but in the mean time, hijinks ensues in this gender bending soap!
BEFORE AFTER (she looks like a dude! Er, not really)
MEET A.N.JELL:
Obvi, the best part of You’re Beautiful is that all three band members slowly but surely fall in love with the pretty irritating/lovable Go Mi Nam/Nyu. However, the real fun is all the rampant sexual confusion since they don’t initially know she’s a girl.
MEET Hwang Tae Kyung:
Although I’m not really convinced that Hwang Tae Kyung, is even into women, I still enjoy the fact that he’s the main love interest. He’s A.N.Jell’s lead singer & a “talented” composer (if you count the same 2 songs they play in EVERY episode) but he’s got a dark secret (ahem…being the bastard son of a Korean pop princess, who hid him for fear of scandal). He’s a little complicated and mean but it totally draws me in. From his problems with OCD, his endless list of allergies, and his brooding “bitch-please eyes,” I like that we somehow care about his twisted/cold heart.
Also…he does things like commune with nature by dancing in a wheat-field.
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As I am spiraling closer to the abyss that is finals, I’m finding that the weeks are filled with a little less joy. This in my “Fuck!” list of my week’s worst hi-lights. Enjoy my pain ;)
1. Fuck you econ quiz that was all about an Edgeworth box, the one thing I did not cover in the insane amount of reading assigned to us! P.S. an Edgeworth box looks like a pussy!
2. Fuck you pompous Bulgarian guy who ruins every history class with your long/smug monologues on how brilliant and well read you are on world history. Kick rocks barefoot.
3. Fuck you Eharmony and your condescending customer service…that’s right, i didn’t realize I had to personally call you to cancel my membership and now I’m out $30 for a service I never fucking used. Also, fuck you for making it look like you did me a favor by allowing me to cancel my service early….assholes!
4. Fuck you Economist magazine, I saw your $12 for 12 issues offer and it made me want to throw my body off a building…I paid $40 for my subscription!
5. Fuck you Condi Rice, the paper I wrote on you sucked, and I got a B. I HATE YOUR REPUBLICAN FACE!
Today was just one of those days where I was in an unimaginable FUNK. It didn’t help that I ended up missing my bus home by like 2 seconds. So instead of waiting another 30 minutes to catch the next one, I decided to just get back on the metro and head to the mall instead. I farted around Forever 21 for a good hour, and I have to say, retail therapy sometimes really works. Trying on pretty dresses and browsing through all those accessories really lifted my spirits. Too bad I had to face my shit-hole room when I got home. Alright, enough blogging and more cleaning this stye! :)
Ummm…confession:
I really dig Katie Holmes’s style.
(People)
I guess it’s that time of the year again…it’s getting warmer outside and the young co-eds start breaking out their forever 21 summer dresses.
Look ladies, even when you have legs to die for (which I certainly don’t), those mini-tinee-tiny dresses look silly! Seriously…they look like they were made for “sexy children”! I mean if you can’t even raise your hand in class for fear of flashing people…THAT IS A PROBLEM!
No one should be wearing a dress that hangs less than an inch below their vag. (and that’s just for practicality’s sake). Just because the stores are flooded with these often unflattering and impractical cuts, does not mean we have to buy them! Maybe if we demand a hem that, I don’t know, is for women who like to dress like a grown-ups, they’ll wise up and offer more variety in lengths!
(Dear Forever 21: please note that your skinny skinny model barely gets any coverage from this “frock”, what do you think a girl with a sizable butt (AKA Me) looks like in this thing?! One Hint)
This was my entire weekend and then some….midterm paper due in T-minus 4 hours and I’m still plodding along! Okay, getting off of Tumblr and back to work!
nazi-julieandrews:
Les Parapluies de Cherbourg / The Umbrellas of Cherbourg (1964)
(via lordofwinterfells)
Catherine Denevue is my new life icon. I need to be a little more French, melancholic, and fabulous!
(Source: thechocolatebrigade)
The lengths your heart will go to perpetuate a delusion is almost comical! I met Mr. Wonderful a few months ago, but once I moved away I couldn’t let him go. I allowed our sweet moment together to fester and it slowly started consuming my heart. I should have ripped the band-aid off…I should have mourned and moved forward but instead I preferred to hold onto a fantasy. So I kept him around on the pretense of being “friends.” F-r-i-e-n-d-s…God, was I dishonest. I mean we were the kind of friends who spent 3,4, or more like 6 hours talking on the phone. He was the kind of “friend” that I started weaving into narratives about a future that I knew we were never going to have.
He started taking up huge chunks of energy and time but I loved it and I gave them freely. Because we were breathing life into a hollow clay figurine that I so desperately wanted to be real. We talked and argued…and then we debated some more. He was exhausting and wise and I wanted to be infinitely open to him. He was a kindred spirit and I was drunk on the fresh intensity of our “connection.”
But then it started to dawn on me…this isn’t r-e-a-l.
You both get busy…he a little more than you.
You recognize that you’re pouring your soul into a collander that will never be full.
Your bed is always empty…save for your two “merry x-mas” sock clad feet.
The pitter-patter of silence echoes and your traitorous mind says, “You know you’ve just been delaying the inevitable don’t you?” You whisper to the night,”yes, I do.”
It starts with a sigh, then four or ten. They are deep, passionate, and crazy. Day by day you start to gather the strength to do what once seemed impossible. You know that the door between you must be closed…swiftly and quietly. You seal your girl-self away with him and stare your reflection down and shout, “it’s over, move the fuck on already!”
Nothing motivates you to be on top of your reproductive health quite like a family member’s unplanned pregnancy!