Little Miss Lover (belindastardust) wrote, @ 2006-07-21 14:04:00

Current mood:	okay
Current music:	The Wannadies - You and Me Song

What I did the last six days.
Hello hello. I'm totally, completely and utterly BORED out of my skull. Anyway..





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1. Downloaded mp3s. There is no joy like listening to freshly downloaded songs ^^ It's pure bliss. I can't quite understand my growing fondness for Jpop, Kpop and Cpop, though. I've been downloading stuff from The Pillows, Gackt, Bonnie Pink, Utada Hikaru, Se7en, BoA, Bi (or Rain), G.O.D and Wang Lee Hom.

2. Lied. Which, I discovered, is something I'm excellent at *snicker* I have this friend (who I haven't seen for years and has evolved into slutzilla) who kept on harassing my boy friend, I had to pretend I was his girlfriend in order to get her to stop. But didn't seem to stop her.

3. Failed at all my attempts to talk to my Korean classmate. Slap me with a Korean dictionary! Or a How To Speak Korean anything! I want to talk to him! I've been practicing how to say 'What's your name?' in korean for two days already. (Tang Shin Iru Mon Muo Shim Nika? Hah, I woot your non-korean speaking ass!) I couldn't quite muster enough courage to talk to him, though. Ah, my days of mind-drilling korean practice goes to waste.

4. Lee Dong Wook madness. ACK! Do yourselves a favor and Google search him! He arrived here already. I saw it on TV Patrol. My classmate and I have been raving all week about him. We were actually thinking of going to Wowowee. I think there will be a stampede (again) afterall, Lee Dong Wook is stampedeable (Oh, shut up. I have my own dictionary, get a copy and look it up).

5. Moised around IMdB. And found something from Austin Powers I.
Doctor Evil : My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium
with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a
fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father
would womanize, he would drink. He wouls make outrageous claims like he
invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being
lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane
lament. My Childhoos was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the
spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed inside a
burlad bag and beaten with reeds--pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I
received my first scribe. At the age of 14 a Zoroastrian named Vilma
ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum.
It's breathtaking - I highly suggest you try it.

FUN-NEY.



Well, that's all I remember. More exciting things to come your way.

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