home of the enslaved and cowardly

okay so within 24 hours of my last post, apparently jae beom has left 2pm because of the stupid anti backlash business going on. as much as i would love for him to return to 2pm as their one and only leader, i know that i am just being a greedy and selfish fan. whatever decision is made, i guess it's not really mine to make...plus, the anti's shouldn't even be merited with a response b/c they really don't deserve one. i mean honestly, who starts an online petition asking for someone to commit suicide. i think i saw that on dr. phil once, i'm pretty sure it's called cyber-bullying, but hey in korea they call it "petitioning". so, i've pretty pooped all day about that. i don't know why i'm here when i should be studying rhetorical devices for a timed writing (because measuring how well someone can spew out information in 40 minutes is the best way to decide their academics) and writing a fake cover letter for my fake resume (as weird and sort...

okay, one last question. what on earth is all the hullabulloo about jay beom? when i read the very first- a very vague description, might i add- of the "controversy" my first interpretation was that the leader of 2pm, park jay beom, had announced that he was gay on myspace. so my first reaction was, really? hm, i think i saw that one coming. but, then when i clicked the next link, apparentlypark jay beom had called korea gay-oo~ooh, it's a big deal now. i mean how often would a wannabe gangsta/superamericanized (see white-washed) young korean american boy forced to live a life of *gasp* work and training daily away from his family in korea call korea gay? i mean, when i saw the other posts he had written it was pretty obvious the words 'gay' and 'hate' came up into his lingo pretty often. i understand that this might be some bias coming from a 2pm fan and an am-uhr-ican, but i feel this "incident" was just a punk kid from 4 years ago just messing...

so instead of making a fake resume for a project my twisted french prof came up with, i'm trying to absorb those waves that supposedly come out of computer screens, microwaves, and tv screens to get bad skin. hah, as if i had good skin in the first place. surprise! i'm girly enough to care about my face. whatever, that's probably not a surprise in anyone's book. don't most people wish to be skinny, have luxurious hair, and to be pretty. oh, except for that one girl i knew who wanted to be fat and ugly with mangy hair...nope nevermind, there is no such girl. hey, this blog thing is pretty neat. writing journals or keeping track of your emotions in your head can be pretty painful (wrist cramps and brain farts, or maybe wrist farts and brain cramps?) well, there has kind of been a few things on my mind lately. would you like to hear about it? of course you do. so, i was rejected the other day and made an utter fool of myself. no problem right? i'll just hole myself...

surprise. surprise. SURPRISE!! another little girl has created a blog on the world wide web to vent her so called "stress of everyday life". actually, i'm not a little girl, so creepy pedo-bears, back off. now. for your own safety. i am here mainly to talk about things that i want to talk about to an imaginary audience (i guess its to keep me sane, but the more i type, the less sane i sound). if there really is an audience one day, fantastic~, i have managed to lure in some suckers. if not, yeah, i probably saw that one coming. this blog is also here because i can't really/don't like keeping a journal. it makes me sound like a 3rd grader. so in summary, to conclude, as i wrap up (that's right, i'm repeating myself, being redundant, and not writing concisely since this isn't your messed up little classroom), welcome to the home of the enslaved and cowardly (in case you didn't get it, it's a spin off the words "home of the free and the brave...