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Stay with me, tomorrow will come

Jan. 30th, 2012 | 01:37 am

They were wound up so tight that day. From the dreadful breakfast, they went to their respective workplaces not bothering to say goodbye. They came back to a silent home and proceeded to have dinner separately; Jaejoong called Domino's, Junsu made a sandwich. After lingering for a while in front of the television, both waiting for the other to apologise, Jaejoong got up and headed for the bedroom. Junsu hesitated for a while longer before going in the same direction.

They lay down on the same bed, their backs to each other. Junsu tugged the blanket and covered his body up to his chin. It was exceptionally cold that night. Junsu's movement caused Jaejoong to tense. Slowly, Jaejoong sat up. He stared at Junsu's wrapped body with cold eyes, a frown marring his face. He stood, took a step, before a small hand curved around his wrist. 

"Where are you going?" Junsu asked. His voice small, frightful. 

Jaejoong pried the hand away. "I'll just be a while," he said. 

He went out of the room, closing the door gently behind him. Junsu remained there in the bed, unable to move. His thoughts a disarray, panic arising, emotions trying to drown. He wanted to follow Jaejoong, tell him that he was sorry, ask him, was it really the end? Instead, he lay back down on the bed, closing his eyes, willing for sleep to come faster, and for the pain to ease. 

A few minutes later, the sound of the door creaking made Junsu turn around. Jaejoong came back inside the room with another blanket in his hands. He moved towards the bed, and stopped right next to it, looking at Junsu in the dark. Junsu closed his eyes, the heat of the gaze from those cold eyes making him feel wretched. 

The dip of the mattress as Jaejoong settled in next to him had him heaving a sigh. A little sound, but it was all that was needed to break the tension that had been simmering between them the whole day. Jaejoong abandoned the blanket that he brought in, instead, he grabbed the one covering Junsu and pulled it over himself too. Junsu moved closer to him, resting his head on Jaejoong's shoulder. 

Together they slept with the hopes that tomorrow would be better. 

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Someone help me

Jan. 23rd, 2012 | 09:52 pm

"Are you going to tell him or what?" Sooyoung asked.

"Or what," Jaejoong answered.

"You are such a wimp."

Jaejoong shrugged. Taking a sip of his coke, he asked, "Can you tell him for me?"

"Forget it. I'm not going to be the bitch here."

Jaejoong snorted. "Who said anything about you being a bitch?"

"Oh please, I've seen this happen too many times. Boy sees girl, boy loves girl, boy leaves boy. And then the whole world dubs girl boyfriend stealer, or bitch, whichever comes to their minds first."

"Who cares what other people say? You're my bitch," Jaejoong said with a smirk.

"I am not your bitch, Jaejoong."

Jaejoong's smile slipped. "Yeah I know. I'm sorry."

Sooyoung sighed. "Look, it's just going to get harder the longer you wait. You tell him now before everything gets ugly."

"It's just... I loved Junsu, Sooyoung."

Sooyoung offered him a little smile. "And now you love me. Now where does that leave us?"

And that's a wrap. Because my brain apparently hates my muse. Someone help me!

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Oct. 29th, 2011 | 09:26 am

I read my old fics yesterday, it was quite surprising that I liked most of them. I remember being dissatisfied when I posted them two years ago, but now I'm just in this shocked mode because guyssss I can actually write decent stuff! No, they're not good fics, pretty bad actually, but I kinda had my own writing style, and there was even a crack fic that I did pretty well. okay, praising myself, but seriously, where did my muse go? I can't write a single sentence now without it being a little off somewhere. tch, maybe it's better that i'm not writing anymore now, more time to study or do something that's beneficial. oh and yes I'm posting an entry.

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Aug. 21st, 2011 | 03:45 pm

So yesterday I met with some of my high school friends for iftar. It was... less awkward than I'd expected. Mostly because the ones that I'm most awkward with sat two seats away. So yes, ignorance is bliss. But one of them totally said I was fat. Hell you go bitch. To think that I'd forgotten what she did to me during high school. Well now I remember. She has this 'thing' with making people feel worthless when compared to the almighty her. Gawd, I wanna kick a can to her forehead. I thought she was over that stupid phase of belittling people, but forgive me god for I was wrong. I will never let people treat me like shit again. Well, except for family coz they live to make my life a nightmare.

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It's a gift

Aug. 5th, 2011 | 09:36 pm

I just read "The Price We Pay for Wings" by Frayach for the third time, and the fic still gets to me. I'm a sucker for angst and Frayach writes it like nobody's business. It's that good. I usually avoid fics with long-winded descriptive writing but this one just sucks you in and makes you addicted.

It's a HP fic, Harry/Draco to be specific. There's the usual drama, romance, and stuff. But the slice of life aspect that's included in it is so real that I had to stop reading and remind myself many times that this is in fact fiction. What I loved most about it is that it revolves around the relationship between Draco and his son Scorpius. Naturally seeing H/D as the pairing, I thought the fic was all about their love life, you know as usual, but it's not. I wonder how many readers were tricked by the author. Oh there is hot smex in there somewhere but trust me it's so worth reading that even if the hot loving is edited out I'd still love it. 

Frayach joins a lot of fests so her writings are everywhere, but she has all of them in her personal lj account. It's just too bad that most of the readers read her fics elsewhere, so there's practically zero comment. Don't be bothered by that though and give her fics a try. 

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Review: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2

Jul. 14th, 2011 | 12:23 pm

Hello all! It's been so long since I've posted anything on LJ :( I'm not saying I'm back for real this time because I'm a lazy ass like that, but at least I'm writing this?

Okay, so last night I watched HP7P2 with a friend of mine at TGV cinema Ipoh. Let me just say that it was the worst movie-watching experience of my life. First of all, there were buttloads of people. And these buttloads of people did everything from discussing about the movie to munching on popcorns noisily like a bunch of morons. In general, they were NOT the crowd you want to enjoy your last harry potter film with. Oh and lets not forget the smelly guy who forgot to use his deodorant. bleh.

And halfway through the film, someone messed with the projector. Fucking imbecile. 5 minutes of precious HP film lost!
I will not describe everything about the movie. I'll mostly comment on the actors. Feel free to back off now if you don't want to read spoilers. But come back once you've watched the film, and we'll spazzzz.Collapse )
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Mar. 17th, 2011 | 06:27 pm

I didn't like the movie that much but these guys... I mean the UST is ridiculous. And honestly, this is fic material. People who watch this scene might learn a thing or two about this 'kissing' act.

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Feb. 26th, 2011 | 10:13 am




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Feb. 25th, 2011 | 11:24 pm

 I've been a wreck these few days. Had a skype session with mommy dearest, and at first it was like always you know, how's the weather, how are you doing and all that awkward stuff you say just because they're necessary. And then she started talking about her friends. I just listened at first and then came the million dollar question, "Do you have a best friend Sofia?"

And then I cried. Like for a whole hour. Mom just talked and talked, doing her psycho stuff I think (I never know when she does it, damn psychiatrists). And all these thoughts came rushing to my head. I thought I was doing fine here in Warsaw. I am. God knows it's a whole lot better than when I was in college back in Malaysia. But it's the little things that you don't have, that you think are not important, that you crave for, that make your life hard. I cried for the best friends I never had. 

I always say that I don't need a best friend. I have friends and they're enough. Honestly, that's my way of saying 'Fuck off, I don't wanna talk about it.' Frankly, people in general are scared of me. I get moody and awkward all the time. I'm too quiet. I'm a nerd. I'm gay. I'm everything they're not used to. Hell, I should buy a shirt that says 'socially stigmatized.'

I tried letting my friends know that I need them. I tried the 'you're the closest I have to a best friend' thing, and they ignore me. Too much pressure I suppose. But when you live with people surrounded by friends who love and appreciate them, don't you hope for that too? 

I'm really tired of being alone.

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Feb. 25th, 2011 | 07:31 pm

 I've been promoting this everywhere, facebook, twitter and now lj. Guys just listen. Her voice, the lyrics, the piano as bg. Just gahh!

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