Why should I marry a metrosexual?

(because basically, metrosexual = sungmin)

Ok, now let's cut the crap. Girls my age would rarely think about marriage which makes me believe that this is why most women start to freak out approaching the holy age of 30. That's why I'll save myself and think about such stuff right now.

My mom talked me once about the typical American-husband as she saw sooo many damn times in American-movies (like not all the movies are actually AMERICAN). The guy that resembles Fred Flinstone or Andy Anderson that comes at home after a busy day at a crappy workplace and jumps his ass in a armchair (the only difference is that Fred had a stone armchair) and demands for a beer while watching TV.

No way... I won't end up like this. I refuse to hang myself with the tie of such a man EVER. Who would want this? A sloopy fat hairy guy on my armchair?! YOU WISH. Sooooo, you mean that I should be the one bringing his beer and washing the dishes and throwing the trash until Timmy grows up and taking care of the kids...

YEA' RIGHT. I want a dish-washer (+ a kimchi fridge, please) and a servant to throw the dishes. The nanny can take care of the kid anyway...

Sooooo, what a metrosexual means.... Simply put, a metrosexual is a guy who takes care of himself as metrosexual for women is just a pleonasm (does this word exist in english?). Women do take care of their body&soul naturally.

So, a metrosexual would cut his nails and remove his cuticles and use hand-cream (no need for useless thinking here) and he would renew his wardrobe ocasionally, depending on the season, he would wash the clothes quite more frequently than a normal man with a overwhelming quantity of Cocolino or whatever they name it in South Korea.

A metrosexual takes care of his own face, beautifully shaved with a clean complexion. We would go to spas together and have fun drinking wine (since I hate beer because it's bitter and gross) and he would have a nice job earning SHITLOADS of moneeeeey and OFC he would be the cutest and the sexiest member of a certain boy-band with a perfect voice and perfect parental skills. And my name would be Ms. Lee Sungmin BWAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA and we'll have a nice apartment, a very expensive one and with cute little kids and...

YEP. MY HUSBAND WILL BE A METROSEXUAL! PREPARE LEE SUNGMIN, I'M COMING!

... this sounds soooo wrong...

TOP 5 Fave Unnies :3

(Sha-la-la-la-la :D)

Sooo basically, unnie stands for 'older sister' in korean. Here's a top of my 5 favourite unnies:

#5 Sooyoung - the TALL image of SNSD (spelled as: So Nyu Shi Dae or Girls Generation and pronounced: "sinucide-te" in a moldavian+snakeish accent). Sooo yea' this girl is quite huge and quite boyish and that's why I like her. Also, part of my short hair 'concept' was inspired by her. UNNIE HWAITING!!!






#4 Hyosung - the 22 (23 in korean age) years old girl who shares a gummy smile with me and cute little teeth. She is the leader of Secret (a kpop girl band) and a proud citizen of the GSVC (Gummy Smile VIP Club) together with me and Eunhyuk (of Super Junior ofc).






#3 Taeyeon - the cute kid leader of SNSD. I loooove her hair (because mine is the same. curly and cute) and she has some damn killer voice skill. Awh, she's an angel...






#2 Hyoyeon - the main dancer of SNSD. She's awkward and I love awkward and silly people. I, Yesung (of Super Junior ofc) and Hyoyeon are part of SAVC (Super Awkward Club).






#1 BoA - YO NO1. Ofc BoA is no1. For a long time I thought that BoA was Japanese or half American and half Japanese due to her succes in America and her HOLY-WTF succes in Japan. Some would still think that boa is a snake which is very true but BoA. YEA' BoA! BoA is actually Korean. LOL. Kwon BoA (capital B and A) stands for Beats of Angel. Therefore, I am a Beat Of Pumpkin (or beat/drunk with Pumpkins or... a combination of Sungmin and BoA fan) = BoP. YEP. I am a proud citizen of the BoP. Also, I love how BoA answered to my friend's tweet (and a bit envious... A LITTLE MORE, actually) and I really appreciate that she's considerate of her fans. LoL BoA unnie. (Lots of Love, BoA unnie).

BoA HWAITING!!!






#BONUS - Badass Unnie

I thought a lot about what kind of a rank should I give to my fav unnie since BoA is the no1. So, this unnie is basically the bonus-unnie. Yep, the unnie who listens to my fangirlings and my stupid over-reactings and all the stuff that would send a sane dude/duderita straight to Sokola. Yep, my bonus-unnie :)

언니 사랑해 :) !!!

NUGU FACE IN 3, 2, 1!

(asadar... cum ziceai ca se cheama?)

Nugu = pronumele interogativ/relativ "cine" in coreeana. Adaptat in romana ca "ceva necunoscut"/"ceva neimportant"/"irelevant"

Acum o saptamana, cred, mi-a venit in cap sa-mi iau unghii false. Fara sa punem la socoteala ca unghiile acelea erau GIGANTICE nu aveam cu ce sa le lipesc. Mama mi-a zis sa folosesc picatura sau un SUPER JUNIOR glue pentru ca e totuna. Eu mi-am zis ca nu vreau sa le dau jos cu dalta si s raman fara unghii toata vara.

Astfel am decis ca eu si maknae sa cautam o solutie speciala pentru unghii prin neighborhood. La primele trei magazine nu am gasit. Posibil, pentru ca nu erau magazine speciale de cosmetice. Dar. DAR.

De la al patrulea magazin am inceput sa have fun de fetele vanzatorilor.

"Stai sa vezi ca nici aici nu gasim."
"'Aveti adeziv de unghii false?' 'NUGU FACE COMIN'!'"

Al cincelea:

"Nugu face in 3...2...1..."

Al saselea magazin:

"NUGUUUUUU!!!!"

Al 100000-lea magazin:

"Asa-i ca nu aveti nugu... eh... pardon... adeziv de lipit unghii ireale... LOL."
"Mergeti la Baumax. Acolo sigur au."


WHAT THE FU*CK?

Why are foreigners so captivated by Kpop?

(inspired by this)


I've recently read an article on allkpop about why are foreigners captivated by Kpop.
As far as I'm concerned, I have understood a little bit more the fans in Romania through a succesful project named KpopFanBook.
Some say that Kpop is fun and they listen just because the songs are catchy and the asian singers look very handsome/sexy/pretty etc. Others confessed that Kpop is a genre that doesn't need any translation to get beyond their hearts. I've even meet people who believed that Kpop is actually a new kind of music culture that doesn't need naked girls, tits and butties on the first page of a newspaper to blow our minds.

My own opinion on Kpop is very bright. I believe that there is no singer or star but a God's touch. I cannot remember how many tears I've spared just because Kpop brought to me so much happiness. Everyone is smiling and everyone shares love. Their music is peaceful and kind and DECENT. YEA', IT'S ACUTALLY DECENT!

And those people start blushing if someone JUST MENTIONS the taboo word... sex.

And men, (yes, men) are not afraid to cry or laugh, they proudly admit that they sometimes wear make-up and they're very careful with the way they look (metrosexuals? that's how they call them?).

And girls... they look like angels (and they behave like angels) but as I'm more concerned with the guys rather than with the girls... nothing else to say here XD.

Also, have you ever seen Britney Spears or Paris Hilton missing their parents? Or, have you ever seen Justin Timberlake shedding tears for the friends in pain? LOL, nevaaaaa. Mariah Carey waits for a red carpet before even stepping on a floor while Kpop artists wait in the middle of December in tents for their time to shine on stage (yes, it actually happened). They even live like sardines in small apartments even if they are filthy rich because they like simple life. They love those little pleasures of the life and enjoy every little smile they get from their fans.

My bias, Lee Sungmin is also my role model in life. He is responsible and has a very reliable personality. He's the nicest and kindest guy I have ever seen in my life and I have no doubts that he's like this even behind the cameras. Besides, he has some badass clean beautiful hands.

I wish I were like him. I'm trying hard not to disappoint the ones around me so much and to be nice to them whenever I can. I wish that one day I could be this kind of a role model for someone too (and have sum badass clean beautiful hands and pretty nails and so on...)

[fangirling]LOL, dudes, I damn love you like hella! I'm going to kiss the floor of Incheon airport. LOOOL. Wait for my drool on the KTR studio's window. MUHAHAHA. Gotta get ready for another stalkerish-fan. BWAHAHAHAHA. Tie me up and I'll escape!! No one can stop the ELF!!![/fangirling]

And I have shitloads of various reasons for why I am deeply in love with Kpop :).


I'll be back...

Back in Business

(And China was ruled by Peacocks...)

La fel ca sunbae, stau in scaunul meu epic si mai dau cate un refresh la pagina allkpop in timp ce verific daca cineva a mai fishuit pe la twitterul meu. Cateodata mai deschid si Grepolisul doar asa, ca sa vad ce penibilitati se mai intampla in alianta mea.

Dar azi... azi e o zi exceptionala. I can almost hear my inner-self crying out in happiness when Goldie returned to her site, which is quite daebak (cool in korean slang).

Yep, and I can freely rant about Sungmin (which is spelled as S-U-N-G-M-I-N and not Sugimina or other stupid spellings) as a nice quiet pumpkin-fan and, occasionally, kill another anti-sungmin-fan, etc...

So, my life follows it's natural biological order again.

Si da, povestea cu cada era mai logica decat cea cu cazanul cu ceai.

PS: 쿠키는 사랑한다 & Sungmin :)

din seria WTF...

Da... numai eu puteam sa scap caietul de lecturi, aproape complet, intr-un cazan cu ceai pus pe jos in bucatarie.

"Mama, uite, mai am... OH SHIT... NO!!!! FUCK[[WO367-94I=32&^%w#rtym beewfq%@b#kwj% FUCK MY LIFEEEEEEE"

Mom scratches head without understading whatever i swear. "Ala era caietul tau de lecturi?"

ERA.

T_T

Useless frend

(sumtimes i feel like i'm too stupid)

Ultimul mail primit de la Hwang 3 iunie suna cam asa:

Ma duc, paid vacantion dans le Paris :3!!! WO OU OO WO :)) have fun si poate trec prin Bacau la intoarcere. PAID VACANTION!!! Stau pana pe 13 iunie. Think yourself why I am going to Paris intre 3-13 iunie :)) TZEAPAAAAAA <3

DON'T CRY DONGSAENGGIEEEE! OPPA WILL BRING YOU KISSES FROM SUNGMIN!

ei, si acum... cum sa nu te sinucizi?

ROAAAAARRRRRRRR :(

Yo-Yo-Yo

(guess who's back XD)

Am revenit pe blog mai des decat in celelalte zile cu cateva scopuri mici dar importante:

1. sa mai scriu ceva despre suju caci s-ar putea sa creada cineva ca nu mai sunt biased ceea ce e wroooong sau, cum ar zice coreeanul, WLOOONG.

2. sa fac un anunt pe care unii m-au sfatuit sa nu-l fac pentru ca ar fi 'penibil' si 'stupid' si ar face atac la imaginea mea (?? care imagine??)

Yep, draga Raluca, scuze ca te-am acuzat de ceva ce probabil nu ai facut si cu care n-ai avut probabil vreo legatura. Totusi, am o mica banuiala care va ramane doar ca eu sa o analizez cand ma plictisesc si n-am chef sa fac altceva.

Si Beatricei, cu care n-am avut nimic si doar ma amuza disperarea ei absolut fara niciun motiv.

Yo, dudes, haz sum sense of humorrrr LOOOOLZ.

Azi sunt random deci s-ar putea ca postul asta sa n-aiba vreun sens. Verisorul meu din Austria mi-a lasat niste ceai de portocale prin dulapiorul de la vila lor which is damn good and brilliant. Am de scris un portofoliu intreg si de editat un vlog pentru dirig ceea ce n-am sa mai apuc, desigur.

Anywayz, anul se terminaaaa YAY. In sfarsit pot sa ma trezesc la ora la care am eu cheeeef.

I even thought of finding sum job. Daca tot am 16 ani XD sa descoperim thrillul unui job tee-hee... si poate ca pana la anul o sa strang bani de cheltuiala in Olandaaaaa (unnie, wait 4 me).

LOL. Sunt asa random.

Cred ca am sa-mi retooonez blogul vara asta. SOOOO

YO YO YO, GUESS WHO'S BACK!

(not me)

Draga Raluca,

(had sum fun time with my swear-mouth-friend)

Am aflat ca-mi citesti blogul dupa cum si tu ai spus intr-o maniera mai bine sau ma prost exprimata si asta nici nu ma intristeaza si nici nu ma bucura.

Am stat putin si am analizat situatia si aproape ca mi-a venit sa plang de la atata ras. Intr-adevar, ai cumplita dreptate! Sunt atat de invidioasa incat imi vine sa ma dau cu capul de cel mai apropiat perete. Si imi este atat de ciuda ca esti foarte bogata si ca ai bani de sa te stergi cu ei la fata incat uneori chiar m-am gandit la sinucidere.

Serios... cat cacat poti sa mananci?

Scumpo, haide sa-ti explic niste lucruri pe care tu, din pacate, nu le cunosti despre mine. Tatal meu este sofer de autobuz si a fost asa de cand se stie. Isi iubeste meseria si eu ii impart pasiunea pentru condus. Pentru el, acesta nu e un loc de munca, sau un job ci un mod de se distra cand nu are ce face.

Nu am fost in viata mea in Anglia si e bine sa spun ca prima mea iesire din tara a fost acum o luna. In schimb, Romania a fost locul meu. Ii cunosc fiecare cotitura fara sa ma uit intr-o harta. Am stat pe piscuri de munti la foc de tabara de cand ma dureau gingiile si imi punea mama scutec in fasa. Ca sa intelegi si tu, pe varfuri de munte ninge intotdeauna si nu exista hotel cu spa de 4-5 stele. Pana acum, am fost la mare in fiecare an. Uneori, tata ne ducea si iarna si ne petreceam Craciunul acolo.

Spre deosebire de tine, am pretuit orice lucru mic pe care ai mei mi l-au daruit. Am invatat sa fiu un copil care sa tina la lucrurile cu valoare emotionala. Cand am vrut sa-mi cumpar ceva sau sa fac un cadou cuiva am strans banii singura si la final am avut o satisfactie pe care tu, draga mea, nu o vei avea niciodata.

Vezi tu, Raluca, esti un copil trist. Fericirea ta e falsa. Ca om, nu vei simti niciodata gustul victoriei. Imi este tare mila de tine cand vad ca lupti cu atata indarjire pentru putere. Probabil ca parintii tai nu-ti dau atentie indeajuns si te gasesti in situatia de a cersi din cercul tau stramt de prieteni care te agreeaza doar pentru influenta.

Faptul ca tu vrei sa fii tratata cu cel putin minimul de respect iti este refuzat asta pentru ca tu ai mininul de bun simt ca sa-i tratezi pe cei 'saraci', 'slabi', 'urat imbracati' sau 'infometati' ca si pe cei care iti sunt aproape.

Abis, printesa. Ai toata mila mea.

Cu stima si minimul de respect necesar,
Monica.

Draga sunbae,

(101 POSTARI.... YAAAY)

Iti zic salut pentru a o suta una oara si ma bucur deja ca am reusit sa-mi aleg cititorii. Izul ieftin de cotidian adolescentin a disparut din blogul meu si, dupa un an intreg, pot sa ma uit in oglinda si sa-mi zic: Naega haengbokhan ai. Sunt un copil fericit.

Ma bucur ca dupa un an sunt in stare sa privesc direct in obiectivul camerei de fotografiat fara sa imi tuguiesc buzele constant uitandu-ma la tavan. Imi iubesc zambetul si sticlirea ochilor. Nu mai sunt eu cea de odinioara si vad cum incep sa ma maturizez devenind iar copilul de odinioara.

Nu mai sunt o batranica plictisita si adormita si nici nu ma mai las calcata in picioare. Asa cum sunt eu, o bestie, sunt mandra de natura mea si vreau sa pretuiesc cu cea mai mare dragoste zilele care mi-au mai ramas pe pamant.

Sunt vesnic indragostita si vesnic uimita de cei din jurul meu. Imi place sa descopar si sa observ celelalte bestii din cohorta mea. Ma ascund de lumina reflectoarelor doar ca sa am parte de o lumina mai stralucitoare, cea divina.

Ma uit acum la ursuletul meu din raft si simt ca nu-si are rostul acolo. Ma uit la toate lucrurile din camera mea, inca nefolosite si vreau sa le gasesc un destin.

Probabil ca postul asta nu are niciun rost dar, mai mult ca sigur, iti este dedicat, pentru ca tu esti singura care poate intelege cu adevarat ce se intampla.

Cu drag,
Beast-unnie

RIOT ^_^

(Epiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiic :3)

Poate ca azi e ziua potrivita sa faci ceea ce ar fi trebuit sa faci cu mai multa vreme in urma.

Si asa am rationat eu.
Deja era insuportabil sa mai stau in clasa aceea. Ma gandeam ca puteam scrie un roman cu toate lucrurile pe care vroiam sa le impart cu iubitii mei colegi. Deja nu ma mai preocupa parerile lor superficiale si comentariile lor de LIQ (Low IQ) si aproape ca dadeam doi bani pe ceea ce spuneau ei. Asa ca, m-am hotarat sa imi recapat vechiul entuziasm pe care il aveam in generala. Acel entuziasm in care ne injuram ca chiorii si tipam unii la altii numai cat sa ne impacam intr-o singura ora pentru ca asa era profesional.

Probabil ca suna stupid dar da, acele momente din viata clasei noastre era benefic si foarte mult asteptat. Era momentul in care ne eliberam tensiunea si o luam de la inceput.

Daaaaaar desigur ca nu am prevazut (sau am facut-o?) posibilitatea de a-mi supraestima ortacii, ceea ce s-a si intamplat si acum vreau sa pun definitiv eticheta: "LOL, frate... nu sunteti prea destepti pentru varsta voastra.".

Pentru ca asta s-a intamplat. Asa-i ca nu sunteti prea destepti pentru varsta voastra? In momentul actual orice adolescent cu nivelul de inteligenta NORMAL ar fi trebuit sa inteleaga anumite lucruri, sa stie sa le manipuleze si sa le aplice. Dar voi nu puteti face asta.

Mi-am dovedit inca o data ca va sunt superioara, lasand la o parte fitele, banii, sexy booties, si mersul leganat de Oxford street. Mai tarziu, dar nu acum (cel mai probabil, cand va fi prea tarziu) veti intelege cam care a fost scopul meu.

Cred ca e inutil sa va explic ca daca pastrati aceste mici secrete in cercul vostru stramt asta ii va afecta pe cei din jur in vreun fel. De R nu am ce comenta. Ea face parte din alta lume, nascuta in alte circumstante, cu senzatia ca totul i se cuvine si ca poate sa inchida gura oricui la orice ora din zi si din noapte. Nu sunt aroganta si nici macar nu am cheful necesar sa explic de ce o detest. Nici nu sunt invidioasa sau geloasa. Gasesc atat de multe satisfactii in viata mea actuala, in apartamentul nostru micut, in cartierul de la marginea orasului... aproape ca o eroina dintr-o carte de aventuri.

Pentru final: Sa mergi in Anglia doar la shopping: .............. frate, voi sunteti prosti?!................

Succes la reformat bisericutele! Spor la barfa! Viata lunga! Sa ne intalnim si la viitorul RIOT!

I'm unhappy because...

(yep. gotta save my city on Grepolis XD)

I’m unhappy where I am now but I have struggle very hard to dream on.

I’m unhappy because of some people whom I trust now have changed.

I’m unhappy because I can’t show off whenever I am hurt.

I’m unhappy because I’m in love and I can’t reach my lover.

I’m unhappy because there is no one to see through me.

I’m unhappy because I’m sometimes dense and slow.

I’m unhappy because I work too hard to make other people happy.

I’m unhappy because I disappoint myself.

I’m unhappy because no matter what I disappoint everyone around me.

I’m unhappy because I can’t blame myself for my mistakes.

I’m unhappy because I can’t tell my parents about my daily problems.

I’m unhappy because no one wants to hear about my hardships.

I’m unhappy because my classmates are some rich assholes.

I’m unhappy because the world I belong to is too far away.

I’m unhappy because EVERYONE takes me lightly.

I’m unhappy because I can’t smile in front of my reality.

I’m unhappy because my country can’t make me stay.

I’m unhappy because I am a patriot for the wrong country.

I’m unhappy because I have been living a lie all my life for my own good.

I’m unhappy because some of my friends prove to be traitors.

I’m unhappy because I can feel other people’s personality just by ‘smelling’ them.

I’m unhappy because I can’t ‘smell’ my own personality’s scent.

I’m unhappy because I have thought about suicide at least 3 times in my life.

I’m unhappy because I couldn’t have the courage at least to take my life properly.

I’m unhappy because there are not cookie cutters in the shape of a pyramid.

I’m unhappy because I’m too childish for being a sweet 16.

I’m unhappy because someone will certainly read this and I’ll be embarrassed.

But I’m so happy that you exist and do whatever you’re doing. You give me strength and love and make me dream on... even if I deny you and sometimes blame you for everything that I do wrongly, you’re still here, by my side, taking care of everyone equally. You’re no Santa. You’re no Teeth Fairy (or whatever). You’re the No1 Boss. You’re the only person I truly respect for being so loved without knowing exactly if you really exist or if you look like Brad Pitt or Naomi Campbell.

Kamsahamnida, for being so taiwanmei, at any temps of the day and the nuit.

Thank you, God.