Office by Alex Penny
arbitrary to the point of exhaustion and incoherence
PARADISE KISS THE MOVIE!!!!!
WAAAAAAAAA! Mukai Osamu as George!
Will he dye his hair blue green-ish too? HAHAHA!
Keiko Kitagawa will be Hayasaka Yukari/Caroline.Excited. Excited. Excited. Mukai Osamu. AAHH~
Other cast members include, Yamamoto Yusuke, Igarashi Shunji, Kaku Kento, Ohmasa Aya, and Kato Natsuki will also make appearances, but their roles have not been announced yet.
I wonder who will play the role of Isabela. A real guy or a real girl? AHHH!
cr:tokyohive
oh cool
Darn it. It wasn’t my fault. They have to just go ahead and do things on their own schedule. They apparently do not have any concept of a deadline. And now because of their incompetency I might just say goodbye to my rent fee. What am I supposed to do now? I only have this moment to do it, and I must do it right. I only have a measly minute before Leon de Meuer makes his grand walk. Already I can hear the host announcing the arrival of the venerated designer.
Leon de Meuer was an overnight success. His design took the fashion industry by storm. The combination of conservative design with edgy cuts was a formula the fashion world, was just too ready for. He was suddenly very famous, known for his Army line, that his success was deemed by critics as almost… criminal.
It was interesting to note that the designer as oppose to the stereotype of frivolous artsy fartsy type, was a very hard and calculating man. He was, more than a designer, a hard-edge businessman. He owns stocks from top brands in the industry. He ruled the fashion world, not with connections nor sheer talent. He ruled with cold hard cash.
Yet he was getting restless. His Army line was more of a stroke of boredom than a stroke of genius. Life was becoming one repetition after the other.
Leon de Meuer has begun his speech and apparently it is time for me to do it. Or at least that is true if I want to meet the projected schedule. A lesser girl would blanch with such prospects. But I have been scared and disappointed in people for so long, that this should have not even made me blink. Fine! I shall do it. Let this be a lesson learned. If I have to get my hands dirty i’ll cooperate. I’ll even soak it in mud if I have to! I will get the job done.
I clasped the cold metallic handle. For a moment I asked myself. “Can I really do this?” One way to find out. I raised my hand, a calm descended over me. Yes, I can and will do this.
In front of me, Leon was just wrapping up his speech.
“… I am utterly bored.” He was saying. I wonder what he was about, his speech was nowhere near anything I’ve ever heard before.
“I believe congratulations and heartfelt gratitude are in order. I should all thank you from the bottom of my blackened heart, but even that I cannot do. For once let me tell you what every man thinks at the back of his head when he is being venerated. First, fill your heart with every bit of idiocy and idolatry, for you idiots are nothing but empty shells befitted to host shallow thoughts and generic globalized emotions. Second, there are no thanks to be had, for what I did was nothing but a bunch of stupid cuts and design you all managed to “love” and accept cos every cut and stitch represented your god, the Green god of the underworld, the Dollar. Third, I am utterly bored with looking at you people, faces mingled with shock and seeming outrage, I cannot help but say to myself, “look at those monkeys so afraid of a little truth once in a while”. But here is the truth, you are pathetic, deluding yourselves, believing you are more than your insecure little selves. You are nothing and should probably just stop breathing. But then again I could not care less about you bunch. I suppose I could each have you killed for the sheer pleasure of it. But then again such effort would be wasted on you. And so I decided that I shall have the pleasure of…”
And then I knew I can do it.
“… dying. I guess I can honestly say that you bore me to death.”
And as he uttered his last word which I barely heard I pulled the trigger.
I saw a huge red splash on his shirt and it was only then that his last words penetrated my subconscious.
So he was my contractor. Shoot! How am I going to get paid now? No rent money after all. ARGH!
There are promises that eats you up inside once broken. After achieving my ideal weight of 105 lbs, I promised myself that I wont allow myself to gain weight again. Yet a broken heart and a chocolate at hand, left me unintentionally breaking said promise. Funny how a breaking heart can lead one to forget. ARGH!
My heart is not broken anymore, time to shape up or die. So now here I am again promising to you Samantha, that I will try my darnest to make you lose those dreadful pounds. If I have to give up sweets altogether and not eat rice anymore, then I shall happily eat every healthy food I can get my hands on. So now I say goodbye, goodbye chocolates, goodbye carbo, goodbye junk food, and yes goodbye fat self!
1. Lose ten pounds
2. Finish 5 chapters
3. Hair Color (Red)
4. Explore Korea, Japan, India, Venice, Paris via GOOGLE
5. Learn a whole dance routine (bonamana/ringdingdong/genie/heartbreaker)
credit LJ user: tenshinofushigi
I hope nothing bad ever happens to Christopher Nolan’s wife.
The letter is so simple yet honest. I loved it. Here’s an excerpt:
Dear You,
I will admit that sometimes I really do wonder if you exist.
There is a part of every little girl’s heart that envisions her prince charming. At age three, it is usually of a man who can save her from the wrath of an evil stepmother, wake her from eternal slumber or give her that true love’s kiss.
In elementary school, he becomes the boy with the least cooties, the one who’s willing to cross the playground to share his Oreos even if it makes him a target for the week of all the other boys.
Come high school, it’s that boy you stand with at prom, who your father stared down at the door, who provided you with an experience complete with photos you will cringe at a decade later, a corsage that yellows in the refrigerator, and a faded memory of a night that seemed almost too magical to be real.
Nineteen years into this life, however, and still unwilling to give my heart away, I am still that same little girl who hopes for her prince charming. And although I wonder why it has taken you this long to sweep me off my feet and whisk me off to your palace on horseback, I know that it is probably because meeting you will be better than any fairytale I could’ve read as a kid.
A couple of heartbreaks and a few years wiser though, I will admit that there are times when I question your existence. Because I have yet to meet the guy who makes me hear songs like “All My Life” or “A Whole New World” in my head when I see him does not mean I don’t hope that it’ll ever happen.
I may already know you or may still meet you someday—something I leave completely up to God because I’m pretty sure our story will be epic.
However, I can’t promise you that I’d make the world’s most perfect princess. In fact I’ll probably keep you on your toes and amuse you with my eccentricities—there are a lot of them. I’ll probably steal a bunch of your T-shirts and turn them into shirt dresses, or drive you slightly mad with my obsessive compulsivity and my need to fix your collar constantly.
I can promise to be your best friend however—that person you can rant to after a rough day, the hand you can hold when you get sad, or the person you can text when situations get awkward.
I’ll probably mess up your hair sometimes and hug you for too long, but that’ll only be because I absolutely adore you. I’ll bury my head in your shoulder during scary movies and make you feel like superman when you kill those flying cockroaches that really shouldn’t exist. I’ll cook your favorite food on your birthday and try my best to make friends with your mom.
I’ll respect your nights-out with the boys and make you seem like the perfect guy to my barkada. I’ll watch basketball or soccer games with you, and not complain when you cheer too loudly at the TV set.
I’ll know the difference between giving you space and being constantly there for you—even if it means sitting and playing video games with you or taking hot chocolate runs when it rains.
I’ll listen to your music and we’ll go on epic adventures together—seeing the world, taking awesome pictures, eating awesome food, and never running out of things to tell each other along the way.
I won’t be waiting for you to sweep me off my feet and take me on a magic carpet ride, because I know I won’t need anything like that to fall for you—I will love you for you.
You will be that someone to make goofy faces with in pictures, to lace fingers with when I’m lonely, and to take long walks under the stars with on the beach.
You’ll be the guy who takes me the way I am—and will laugh as I burst into Disney song or pick out pink wallpaper.
You’ll be that someone I envision a future with—us filling out visa forms as we travel the universe, picking out our first dog together and arguing about what to name it, or being snap-happy stage parents in our preschooler’s annual mini-plays. And I keep hoping that maybe someday when we find each other, you will become that someone whose smile I wake up to in the morning and the last one I speak to every night.
So to the man I know does exist, and who will help me maybe make sense of the world someday, this man I can’t wait to love. Please know that I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. But for now, I wait. Fingers crossed and palms held together, I hope that you’re out there somewhere, waiting for me, too.
With the hope I will be yours for always,
Me
And now, an anonymous male replied to the letter. Here it is:
Dear You,
I will admit that it came as a surprise to me when you decided to write a letter such as this. I always thought you were the type to keep things to yourself—one of the many things that keep us apart until now.
There is a part of every boy’s heart that dreams of his princess. However, no matter what the age, this princess does not change.
Nineteen years into this life, and although your unwillingness to give your heart away is what troubles you, what troubles me is how willing I am each and every time to give my complete heart and yet there is no one to receive anything of me.
Try as I might to give my heart to someone I had imagined was perfect, and I end up putting the pieces back together, mustering the courage to make it seems like nothing is wrong and nothing has been lost, when in fact, everything in my life at that point feels otherwise.
Although I have only known you for a few years, I am as confident as a man in love can be, that you are the perfect girl I have been thinking of ever since. Nineteen years into this life, and we are both still apparently waiting… for someone to be swept off her feet, and for someone to sweep you off yours. And yet, here we are closer to each other than you would expect.
I am sorry I took this long. But, I hope you know, it has not been entirely easy, trying to whisk you off to my palace on horseback. I am not alone in this pursuit of your love and I have no palace to show you in comparison to the many other men who will try to win your heart. You have not been entirely cooperative as well, but I do not blame you for this. In fact, it’s just one of the many quirks that sets you apart from other girls out there.
You will be disappointed to know that it has not been such a fairytale - meeting me, and for this I will be eternally sorry. I hope you know guys spend more than enough time trying to come up with the perfect introduction, what with sweaty palms and a shaky voice. As to the extreme disappointment I may cause you, I also hope you know that you are still as perfect in my eyes as always. I may not have begun it as a fairytale for us, but I will go through leaps and bounds to make you feel like the princess that you are.
Your eccentricities are what I love about you. Even during your occasional mood swings, it is the most endearing thing to see you shift gears. Although I must admit, sometimes it can be quite confusing; keeping me on my toes, it just makes me want to be with you even more. I want to be the man you stand beside at your best and your worst—because either way, you are still too beautiful, and I would be nothing less than the luckiest guy in town if you were just as happy as I was, standing beside you.
You are and will always be my best friend, even if one day I end up finding no more shirts because you have borrowed them all. And when you return them I end up not wearing them, still, because the scent is there to remind me of you even when you are not around. You are my best friend because you look out for me, after a stressful day, or after we lose a game of basketball. Even during times when you refuse to speak to anyone, me included—you are still my best friend.
You will be the girl I try so hard to cook for, and despite my best efforts I know I will fail, but I will love how you will try to taste my concoctions, even when the taste might make you cringe. You will be the girl whose mom I will try so hard to impress, and then you will fix my collar in hopes that I am ready to meet your parents. Adventure after adventure, you will be the girl I will see the world with, complete with the local cuisine taste and souvenir shots.
You are the girl I will smile to even in the worst of times. Even when the day feels like s__t, I know that when I see you that my world cannot be so bad if you are beside me. You are the girl whose smile I will wake up to, even when some mornings might find me with a slight case of morning breath. I cannot wait to love you.
Fingers crossed and palms held together, I hope one day you will find me worthy of your heart. In the meantime, know that I am out here somewhere, waiting for you, hoping that you will be mine.
Loving you forever and a day,
Me
next drama to watchSeemingly the next “IT” drama of the year, My Girlfriend is a Nine-tailed Fox has been hitting the high marks for their viewership, despite that only two episodes have been aired so far.
Its stellar casting and unorthodox storyline have equally contributed to the series’ grand success, and it now seems like the drama’s scoring quite well for its re-runs as well… Perhaps too well.
The first two episodes of the show scored around 12.7% in viewership, which is fairly successful in comparison to other series. Surprisingly, the re-runs of those two episodes marked around 16.4%, over 3.7% higher than the original broadcast.
It is indeed very rare for re-runs to have higher viewership than original. In fact, My Girlfriend is a Nine-Tailed Fox is reportedly the only drama to score higher re-run viewership ever.
Currently fighting against other hit dramas like Baker King Kim Tak Goo, MGINTF seems to be doing quite well up to this point. I guess we’ll have to see what the show has in store for us next!
