There’s going to come a day when we’ve all grown up, had a career, maybe got married and had kids, when were all going about our daily routine. Maybe you’re driving to work with the car radio on, or you’re making dinner with the tv on in the lounge. Life as usual, and then we hear a name. It’s the name of the person you had a blog dedicated to when you were 16. The person you had posters of up on your bedroom wall, or as your desktop background. The person off that show you used to watch every week, as soon as it came out, or that band you used to love. The person from the cast of a movie that changed your life, or the character who you scrolled through page after page of fanfiction of. You haven’t heard that name in a long time, and it brings everything back. And then the name is followed by three words you thought you’d never hear. Has Passed Away. And then you put down the potato peeler and lean back against your kitchen bench, or you pull over to the side of the road, and tears are streaming down your face. And all over the world, there are people who used to be just like you, with tears marking their cheeks and sobs forcing their way out of their throat, because they remember. Because fandoms never really die out. We never really move on. We never really forget.
That would be me. :|
Yep, definitely.
A FANGIRL'S WISHLIST
- Buy all albums of him/them
- Buy all stuffs with his face on
- Study Korean language and be able to understand all Koreans
- Earn some money and buy a ticket to Korea
- Go to Korea
- Arrive in Korea safely
- Buy a house next to your bias' house/dorm in Korea
- Meet your neighbor. (who is your bias)
- Be friends with him/them
- Be his girlfriend
- WEDDING
- Get pregnant
- Give birth
- Live happily with him and with your son/daughter
sobbing this is beautiful this my life story in just one post this is my autobiography someone carve this on my tombstone and bring oppas to visit me when i die
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GIR6CMF20FI
TBH. ;_________;
SO MANY FEELS
BRB CRYING T^T
Leave it to me to alternate spazzing about INFINITE/EXO/MBLAQ/anything with dramatic tweets about real life. #slightlybipolar
On the way home from the Peninsula Manila a couple nights ago, my dad and I were talking about me going out with my friends, and he was pretty much telling me to make sure that I really would be with my friends and not boys. He’d smack me daw if I was..
I didn’t have the heart to tell him that all my “boys” are online.. and all my relationships with them are actually IMAGINARY :)))))
Just in case you guys and girls didn’t know.. I love to read! :)
.. and I love South American/Latin American authors! :)
So far, Gabriel Garcia Marquez is my favorite author.
One Hundred Years of Solitude is a great read (it’s considered GGM’s masterpiece), it chronicles the history of the town of Macondo through the multi-generational Buendia clan. The only thing that I don’t like about it is that the family tends to name their sons the same name as their fathers/grandfathers, so I check the family tree a lot!
Love in the Time of Cholera is my all-time favorite book. It’s just amazing! The strong and independent Fermina Daza, the highly emotional and sentimental Florentino Ariza, the cool and calculated Dr. Juvenal Urbino.. It’s a story of how love comes in all forms and in different kinds of ways, and how it can last for a lifetime.
For Isabel Allende, I have The House of the Spirits. I love it because it has certain similarities with One Hundred Years of Solitude, but it can stand alone as a great read. The stories of the Trueba family spans 4 generations, which make for a very interesting read. What makes it different from OHYOS is that it touches on the political and social upheavals of the country they live in.
And for Laura Esquivel, I have Like Water for Chocolate. It follows the story of a girl named Tita who falls in love and longs to marry her lover, Pedro. But she can never have him because her mother upholds the tradition that her youngest daughter can never marry, and must stay and take care of her mother until the day that she dies. Tita, devastated, expresses her feelings through cooking. Before each chapter, there is a recipe. The recipe has a certain connection to Tita’s feelings, which is pretty cool!
All 3 authors have MAGICAL REALISM in their work, combining the ordinary with the extraordinary and supernatural. I also love that all my authors have a knack for description, especially Gabriel Garcia Marquez. It’s highly influenced the way I write! :)
