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About Me  jiaqian → fangirl. insane. beware. → am a little twisted, and a lot disturbing, but once you look past the insaneness, i'm quite interesting. → this is a mostly a place for me to wax horrible poetry and post cryptic rants that no one will understand but of late it has evolved into yet another angsty diary. but the last time i checked, that's what blogs are for. →also, lots of typos since i'm normally high (on life, not crack!), tipsy or depressed when i write my posts. seriously. → profanity galore. honest raw emotions. are you squirmy when it comes to emotions? → slightly unhinged. dancing on the edge yet in control. perfection is overrated. The likes ♥
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Credits Layout design by Eefennie. edited by mua. | Friday, February 27, 2009 i'm at story number 4, which is somewhere past page 90. the first story, andante, in my opinion is the best. the rat, the one that wonned a prize and all that praise didn't appeal to me as much. little excerpts i particularly liked from the first story. (just the first so it wouldn't be too spoiler for some) ... i heard a voice outside my door. it was silent enough to ignore; yet once heard, it burrowed in my thoughts. what i could no longer hear with my ears i did with my mind. she never opened her eyes again. not even to applaud, not even to leave.also, on an unrelated note, i am currently addicted to wheesung's insonmia because he's talented and oh so hot :D Labels: pieces of you epik till the death of me; 10:48 PM Thursday, February 26, 2009 Pieces of you.I read only one story per night. I'm the kind of person that can get lost in the beauty of a story, forgetting to eat, sleep, breathe when my eyes scan over the words that come alive in my mind, so vibrant and clear. I can read for hours on the end, never stopping until someone pulls me out of the literary world I wrapped myself in. To limit myself to a few careful pages per night is exhibiting extreme self control. I read each word carefully, sometimes falling back to read it once more. I note how each sentence is phrased, observe the words used. Perhaps the correct way to describe what I do is that I treasure the book. Maybe its because of the imagined significance. My imagination goes wild and paints pictures of him clutching his pen until his knuckles turn white, transferring thought to paper in furious scribbles. Fall 1998. Winter 2000. Each story chronicles a chapter in his life and I'm curious- even if I feel silly afterwards because he's human and unreachable and I'm just another fan. Maybe it's because of the price. The money I paid for this book could be used for better purposes. I see my friends struggling to earn enough to cope and I feel immensely guilty. I comfort myself by saying that the money was not only spent to satisfy my fangirling needs but to feed my literary hunger and give me a chance to observe more writing styles so that I can improve my own. I need to read but there aren't books in reach that I truly like. I resort to fanfiction mostly because the handful of authors online can write better than any published author I've seen. I predict this book is something I'll reread a million times. Labels: pieces of you epik till the death of me; 7:03 PM Tuesday, February 24, 2009 HAHAHAHA MY PIECES OF YOU ARRIVED. but my sis snatched it away and told me she'll give it to me after exams. not that it'll help. epik high's twitter. TWITTER. and someone just mentioned it on epikflow the other day :D the new vid. zomg book to come with album and teasers and OH. have to give it to the boys; they know how to create suspense. JASON MRAZ ON DREAMING WITH TABLO. i LOVE these two and SJOASOPA Labels: pieces of you epik till the death of me; 8:10 PM Sunday, February 22, 2009 
 this. is hot but also dangerous. because the guns are loaded. with blanks, probably, but still. blanks can kill. also note that only changmin held a gun the correct way. if he pressed the trigger, yoochun would be dead.  you fool. you're too pretty to be playing with death.  no seriously, the guns are loaded and fully functional and i wouldn't worry about yunho or yoochun since THEY'RE HOLDING THE GUNS THE WRONG WAY but you. you've played enough violent videogames to know how to hold one and considering your violent tendacies, i worry. more guns? 
it fuels my fantasies ever so much. 
one moment they're playing with guns and kissing backup dancers, the next moment yunho thinks he's mary poppins and flies across the stage with an umbrella while jaejoong revisits his stint as that boy in ET phone home. also, junsu cosplays harry potter and starts zooming around on a broomstick and yoochun decides that he's batman, without the coolness and batmobile but with two hideous brown wings.
why do they make it so easy to be made fun off? ;A;Labels: tvxq epik till the death of me; 10:23 PM Friday, February 20, 2009 She was an elusive creature, never revealing too much of herself. On the outside, she seemed like any other girl. She hung out with her friends, she talked and laughed and joked around, but there was always an invisible veil covering her. She never displayed too much of an emotion, whether it was happiness or sadness or anger. Her smile didn't quite reach her eyes but no one noticed because no one looked hard enough. (except for him. he asked and she smiled in place of an answer and he never asked again) She was always searching for answers, answers to questions that she herself didn't know. (Do you know the answers?) He was the opposite of her. (but so much alike. like the reflection of the moon across the lake, mirror images yet one exists in reality and the other is merely an illusion) He found beauty and joy in the simplest things; a fluttering leaf, a delighted child, a mischievous puppy, all extracted peals of laughter from him and lit up his face in joy. He fascinated her, how easily he was satisfied. He balanced her, he brought smiles to her lips. He completed her, and she's never letting him go. Labels: wordspit. epik till the death of me; 5:52 PM Wednesday, February 18, 2009 →happy changmin day. may you be as sarcastic as ever and please, don't hesitate to smack a bitch (read as pathetic girls who send their diaries and 1921931231 dollars worth of items to you) when she asks for it. →you talk too much. but that's alright, it's not like i listen to you. ;A; bawls. →she does drugs and sleeps around and flirts with crime. not fiction but cold hard reality. →my mom received a package from her INTERNET friend which contained a few keychains. scary. momma's invading my turf. →for god's sake when you want to type in english, TYPE IN ENGLISH. →the world is one big joke thats out to get me. → Labels: lists epik till the death of me; 9:42 PM Sunday, February 15, 2009 He likes coffee. The liquid flowing in his veins is two parts coffee and three parts blood. He likes decaf, black and strong; enough to keep him sharp and awake through the night as he works his way through pieces and pieces of music sheets. where insanity meets melody with spectacular results. hmm. this was a fanfic written ages ago. just changed the name and played around with it. ps. i hate coffee. epik till the death of me; 10:55 AM Thursday, February 12, 2009 hey you. i'll slap a restraining order on you if i could. remember kiddies, personal space= one arm's length. we learnt that in sjfullhouse. epik till the death of me; 9:51 PM Tuesday, February 10, 2009 she says, paint wings on paper and fly. and he tries and ends up with a broken leg (and a broken heart, still scarred still bleeding) (can you pick up the pieces and sew them together?) ♀♂ she likes being puerile. he likes talking about the inane and the insane. and they fit somehow. two halves that make a whole. ♀♂ and its like this, he ex:plains. gestures and movements and words painting pictures in her mind. and its like that, she d;raws. strokes and colours with brushes and ink. he's a storyteller and she paints dreams. ♀♂ and i'm numb as i spit out words mixed with feelings. truth. fiction. original. stolen. a swirl of colours, mostly shaded gray. a tad too morbid. but that's the way i like it. ♀♂ Au revoir. (see you in the next life) Labels: wordspit. epik till the death of me; 9:52 PM
► roses are red, violets are blue, my sweet valentine, where the fuck are you? Labels: wordspit. epik till the death of me; 8:38 PM Friday, February 06, 2009 In the time between the last post and this one, My heart died. And was given the breath of life. And beat furiously. And stilled. And survived once again. barely. What a hectic few days. Unexpected twists, shockers,scary incidents and strangely happy things. That matter to me. But mean nothing to you. epik till the death of me; 9:20 PM Monday, February 02, 2009 i told myself that i would get Pieces of You when the english version came out and now after begging my friends to lend me their credit card, i finally preordered it! eep. i wave goodbye to USD25 BUT ITS SO WORTH IT. my sister comes back from Beijing tomorrow! with her she brings back about 10 cds :D i now have almost every thsk single and every version of mirotic and OOH boa's my face. Labels: pieces of you epik till the death of me; 4:20 PM Sunday, February 01, 2009 you who chose the option "i stalk you" in my poll, i love you. epik till the death of me; 1:03 PM |
