tagal na since i posted without being angry or complaining.
ho hum. but that's how things have been with me eh?
if im not in an extreme sort of emotion you'll never get a reaction from me ?

what a poor excuse for a lack of creative output then!
my friend Jo often jokes this about "true artists" never needing to explain themselves
and their quality (or lack) of output: "I felt like this today so i made this ..."

anyway

mula nang na-Ondoy ang Marikina i havent been able to use the Sports Center for my running exercises coz the place got dirty and then the field got used as an evacuation center for the homeless.

speaking of the homeless, i wonder where the derelict people of marikina went when the floods happened. i wonder if a demented "taong-grasa" person is aware of the dangers of drowning.

so i havent been running around the oval,
which means i havent been having any real exercise again
which means whatever muscle mass i built became flab again
and whatever cardiovascular endurance i earned degenerated too.
i remembered this when i moved kilos of glass sheets to the pickup truck this morning -
breathless and weary weakling!
and when i get back to running i hope nobody eyes me and thinks :
Look! a pudgy holiday fitness buff out to shed XMas pounds.

(cross-platform posting to LJ like the usual banana because aaaa...direct-post LJ is SHITTING ON MY PARAGRAPHS. LIKE. I HAVE TO EDIT 20 PAGES WORTH IN...3 IN THE MORNING AND...never mind)

- woke up 5 am in the morning when my left calf crammed up. Oh it's hell, as if having a recurring strained wrist is not bad enough. I woke up again, this time almost late for work--and with a bum leg.

So, I have a reason to I slide down our banister |3

I literally hopped away in a hurry, thank god its a saturday...no traffic.

Also, my sister swore I'm talking Spanish in my sleep, and I'm constantly demanding a spoon. I think I don't want to know WHY. But I understood why I'm talking spanish (stupid fic im doing made me use translators. orz.)

- I went to the so called xmas toycon (is it really? There are not enough TOYS.) You can count cosplayers. There are hardly any toys orz. But in any consolation, I got a Kaworu figurine, which I have an itch to have for a decade now. (second to my authentic squall fig fetish /sob)

Of course, you will need that emofag shinji to make it all complete.




And yeah, after feeling a bit shit with disappointment my sister saw the HERO SAUSAGE STAND.

IT SAVED ME.

Suddenly I forgot I'm physically compromised and disappointed with the toy convention. TRY THEIR SAUSAGES, THEY ARE SO AWESOME. AND TASTY AND SUCCULENT AND...I mean, they really fill you up. I don't get to eat wursts often, and I really like to eat one given the chance everywhere there is a HERO stand ;_;

wursts ties in with with my other love, frozen plain yoghurt <3

The genius behind the webcomic.

seen at: paperheroes.net

Students and offices in my bldg have one thing in common:

two-weeks christmas break starting at least tomorrow.

But yes, we don't follow government declaration because our company does not pay taxes...well sorta |3 so we have to suffer. again. and we are not getting paid additional 100% in the holi-daze, again.

2009- collecting portfolioish materials
2010- withdrawal from this hell.

anyway random spam:

http://formspring.me/theangrybeaver
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ask away.

and
http://her-malevolence.livejournal.com
http://her-malevolence.livejournal.com
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sketch dump, mainly hetard fanart and my retarded progress with rants XD
wish me luck that i'll get a tablet '3' this year / january 2010! ahhh.

LJ RICHTEXT FORMAT IS ACTING UP AGAIN.

Gaddamn you LJ, I'm up till 3 am slamming and editing entries because your rich text format decides TO SHIT ON ALL MY PARAGRAPHS.

SO I HAVE TO USE HTML NAO? And am I the only one experiencing this? THIS SHIT. THIS...*slams head on desk*

I will sleep this now. I will get back to you guys tomorrow.

PS. I just look like my mood icon right now.

Dec 17 - Katips Bar, Katipunan
Dec 18 - Dayo Bar, QC
Dec 19 - Center for Arts, Timog Ave, QC

So not to rant about fandom this time. Just...XD

( screenshot! )

Writing a novel is a lot like this picture. No matter how well-crafted you think the thing is, no one really wants to look at a bearsharktopus.

I am in a non-sequiturish mood. Two and a half jobs are not anathema to a writing frame of mind.

seen at: paperheroes.net

[Deadcraft.Com]: Dir En Grey: Kyo & X-Japan: Yoshikitty Dolls

A few more Japanese rock-themed crochet dolls for your enjoyment!

I mentioned a couple of posts ago that I've crafted quite a few dolls based on popular J-rock band Dir en Grey; well, someone specifically requested a couple more Dir en grey dolls; this time of an 8 inch high Kyo! To showcase the different looks Kyo has had throughout the years, one doll sports a pretty shiny tracksuit, while the other sports a little eyepatch, from his Vulgar era.

And if that's not odd enough, a friend has also requested that I make a Hello Kitty version of Yoshi from X-Japan. As most X-Japan fans know, little Yoshikitty is not a new concept; back in Japan, Hello Kitty versions of Yoshi has been sold out all throughout the year, no kidding.

http://www.deadcraft.com/2009/12/15/dir-en-grey-kyo-x-japan-yoshikitty-dolls/

FIRST: If you've been tagged, you must write your answers in your own LJ and replace any question that you dislike with a new, original question.

SECOND: Tag eight people.

Tagged by supakawaiigurl.

- Who sleeps in bed next to you?
A crocheted pig. XD

- What did you last eat?
Dinner of homemade sukiyaki, a slice of guava, and 4 handfuls of salted peanuts, in that order.

-What kind of books do you read?
A mix of chick lit and serious non-fiction. I wish I had the time to read though.

- If you could be anywhere right now, where would it be?
Kansas City, Missouri, USA

- What's really creepy?
The door creaking just now. Seriously, let me mind my own business please? >_>000

- If you won the lottery, what would you do with the money?
Set aside a sizeable amount for savings. Then I'd go to Missouri, then to California, then to Japan for shopping. dXDb

- What do you want right this minute, off the top of your head?
Sleep, but sadly it's not forthcoming.

- Where is the place you like to return to in order to calm down/relax/etc.?
I don't know anymore.

- Name one odd item within five feet of you.
My Hello Kitty telephone. X3

- What's your current fandom/obsession/addiction?
Gyaru anything and boots.

- What did you really want to do today that you didn't?
Relax and sleep early.

- What are you most excited for?
Seeing mai waifus tomorrow.

- What websites do you always visit when you go online?
Email, Poupeegirl, Multiply, Facebook, some gaijin gyaru blogs

- What was the last thing you bought?
The Body Shop Tea Tree Blemish Gel.

- If you could have any pet, what would it be?
Panda! dXDb

- What's something you'd like to say to someone right now?
You hear but do not listen; you know but do not believe.

Tag: Waifus, KFC, online friends, anyone who feels like doing it.

Title: Little Interruptions
Author: setsuna_k
Pairing: MiQ
Rating: NC-17-ish
Genre: Romance, Comedy, Mature
Type: Oneshot
Disclaimer: Oh, sure. I own them... NOT.


Summary: Doing it in a club was the sexiest plan Zhou Mi had thought of so far. Sadly, he hadn't thought of the possibility of "little interruptions" ruining everything so easily. What was a hormonally-stressed Seasoning to do?


*


He thought he couldn't see anything with these dim, flickering lights on but when colorful hues started shooting up from different directions, he finally adjusted his sight with the dark environment.


In front of him were strangers - young, well-built and good-looking - dancing and moving. Some were swaying their hips with the beat of the music while others were waving their arms in matching rhythms. Fast, upbeat melody blared from countless speakers - filling up this claustrophobic place with nothing but rocking music.


It was a little awkward to dance alone, Kyuhyun thought, and stood like a strayed puppy among the club-goer dogs. From the distance he saw Donghae and Eunhyuk turned and popped in symmetry like the professional dancers they were. Not too far away, there was Ryeowook, frightened and timid, holding hands with Yesung, bold and sure. No body contact, Kyuhyun noted; only their hands touching as they move together.


Then he caught a sight of their leader, together with Heechul and Hankyung, at the bar area taking small sips of god-knows-what type of wines and refreshments. How come he was there at the dance floor - clueless as he was - when he could be with the older guys and be safe? Kyuhyun would rather drink countless brands than dance like an idiot. Seriously, why was he here again?


Ah, yes, to celebrate. They had won again - Super Junior taking the Golden Disk Award by storm. Kyuhyun finally remembered.


"Come here."


A delicate hand caught his arm and was pulled in the middle where there was more mass of people than Kyuhyun could handle. It turned suffocating all of sudden and with so many people moving, he felt himself getting dizzy. Funny, he hadn't had any drinks yet.


"Closer. Or else you'd get lost with the crowd. You wouldn't want that, right?"


He felt himself being pressed - chest to chest - tightly and moved slowly, trying to catch up with the andante of the song. His face was mushed against the polo shirt and when they suddenly moved backwards, Kyuhyun almost fell. Reflexively, he reached out front and pulled his partner for balance, which costed Kyuhyun to press his body firmly and much more closely.


"Kui Xian, you're funny, holding me like this. I thought you didn't like skinship?"


"Shut up, Zhou Mi."


There was a soft chuckle and was followed by a hand snaking behind and stopping to hold his waist. Kyuhyun glanced up through his burgundy locks and saw Zhou Mi - forever with his blinding whites - smiling down on him while holding him in place. With tentative steps, they began to dance again.


It was by accident that their hips aligned and brushed, causing Kyuhyun into a frenzy of blushing and quiet squeaking. That was not supposed to happen, not when he felt something against Zhou Mi's. So he moved away, only to have another person from behind him hitting his rear and pushing him back to Zhou Mi; their hips rubbing again.


"What are you doing?" Zhou Mi whispered, trying to be as audible against the blasting music. Kyuhyun gulped and turned, calming his erratic heart after feeling that warm breath ghosting over his sensitive ear.


"N-nothing." He choked.


"Hmm... " Zhou Mi hummed unconvincingly, moving his face dangerously next to Kyuhyun's and breathed, low and sultry. "I don't think so."


As swift as the fast music, Zhou Mi brought Kyuhyun closer that their bodies ground and tangled. Kyuhyun felt cold fingers making their way under his shirt and gasped inwardly when Zhou Mi touched his skin; his nails scratching, leaving burning mark, moving upward.


Something soft - hot and wet - grazed over his exposed neck and Kyuhyun saw Zhou Mi leaning in to have more suckles and bites spots. He gasped, louder this time, when after biting, Zhou Mi ran his slick tongue - slowly and insanely - over the abused skin upward to a helpless ear.


"Y-you can't do this here." Kyuhyun managed but weakened when his earlobe got nipped and sucked - the slurping sound more louder than any of the music in the club. His eye-lids felt heavy and his head shot back, cursing the pleasure shooting sparks in his body. "S-sto--


"Shh. No one is looking."


With squinted eyes, Kyuhyun looked around noticed that, indeed, everyone was too busy with their own dancing, oblivious. That somehow was a little relief on him, but not down to his pants when Zhou Mi let go of his waist and cupped his ass.


"Zhou Mi!" He hissed, seriously this time but much to his dismay, Zhou Mi progressed on and had his skillful hands rubbing over Kyuhyun's jean-covered thighs and stopping abruptly at the glinting buckle of his belt; his fingers teasingly playing with the lock. "Shit."


"I know you want to, Kui Xian." Zhou Mi spoke of too much desire and certainty that it left Kyuhyun moaning at the lingering contact of palm between the angle of his thighs. Sure it left him breathless, crazy and wanting more but it was too dangerous to do anything here, at this public place where anyone can see them - the members, their managers and nearby spectators.


But the mere thought of it sent Kyuhyun in a rush of uncontrollable passion. Zhou Mi was with him, holding him, touching him in questionable places and doing things with him. "A-ah..."


Zhou Mi grabbed him by the shoulders and pressed bodies once again, blocking anyone's view to down there, finally unzipping Kyuhyun's jeans carefully and, oh yes, there it was - bulging and twitching in anticipation against cotton undergarment - Kyuhyun's manhood.


"Breathe my name." Zhou Mi ordered, his once normal cheery tone turned hot, demanding and so, so sexy that was enough to drive Kyuhyun up the wall. When there was no reply, Zhou Mi groped him - not too roughly but not too gently either.


Their eyes met in a fleeting moment and Kyuhyun saw the dark look on Zhou Mi's eyes - something he wasn't used to seeing - lighted by the colorful lights and flickering bulbs. He swallowed and held on to the taller man when the latter continued kneading him down there, disregarding everything around them. A breathy moan escaped his parted lips and clung on to Zhou Mi when a probing finger found its way into the recesses of his boxers. "Z-zhou mi... Please..."


"Please what?" Came a smooth, easy reply from Zhou Mi as if unaffected with the steamy touching and seductive whispering. But the older man knew he felt restraints and difficulty down his pants as well. That'd be fixed soon, he smirked. Really, really soon - against cool tiles and under cold water, inside their hotel's bathroom.


"T-take me..." Was all Kyuhyun's reply, followed after a growl inside his throat. It was the sound of want, desire and demand, Zhou Mi knew, and when Kyuhyun wrapped his lanky arms around his neck for support - tight and firm - Zhou Mi felt himself being gratified and satisfied...


..but ended too quickly, too suddenly and so, so annoyingly when Donghae and Eunhyuk clumsily stumbled their way after running, bumping Kyuhyun who ended up hitting Zhou Mi who expertedly pulled his already burning hands and fell down. Inwardly, Zhou Mi made a list of different chinese profanities - from historical ones to the new ones - he was ready to blow at the two.


"OH SHIT! IT'S THE FAAAANS!! RUN FOR THE YOUR LIVEEES!" The duo shrieked in sheer panic and ran next to where the other members were - at the bar. Now, more members were being chased after by women - young and pretty who were screaming and shouting adoration.


Kyuhyun tailed behind quickly with burning cheeks and thumping heart while zipping back his fly, shouting back at Zhou Mi as he scurried off. "C'mon! What are you doing sitting there for?! We gotta go!!"


Zhou Mi sighed, scampering at his feet and running after the group with an unsatisfied look all over his face, body and down there. "Fuck this." With that, he followed.


Seriously, it was never easy to be an idol star and neither easy to date another idol star, of the same group, with these interruptions going on. Really, this was the third time it happened! The third time! What the hell!?


*


A/N: Lol. This is so crack. I looped MBLAQ's Oh Yeah so that I could write the club-part... then came the real action and had to halt because, seriously, when things get so hot and sexy, I couldn't seem to continue it! I NEED MYSELF A SMUT WRITER, DAMN.

And poor Zhou Mi! Bb thought he'd be getting some Kyuhyun-loving but gaaah. :DDDDDD

So, yeah, help me relieve myself (and Zhou Mi) and grant me a MiQ smut pleeeease? Anyone? *bribes with large-sized cookies and cakes*

seen at: paperheroes.net

dear writing muse,

what happened to the good old days when I can write erotic portions so effortlessly and I can think of five different descriptions for vital regions and torrid foreplays? Maybe because I've never done hetero-incest ala angel sanctuary? It should have been easier, but I guess because its hetero.

IRL, hand is still having paralyzing spells, but I'm working on those fics /sob. It's been like what, almost 3 weeks? Crazy. I got all these ideas waiting to be placed on virtual paper ._. I hope people will still read them.

To all those who texted, pmed, plurked, sang, and personally greeted me a happy birthday, thank you! *^^*

Took a leave from the office to celebrate the evening with my family and boyfriend *^^* Got 2 games from my dad, his gf, sis, and Keith: Siren (creepy), and Tekken 6 (was meaning to buy it soon). I also have to thank Anino for the free ice cream the day before :D

*sigh* December is turning out to be the most awesome month ever :D

Title: Doll Me
Author: setsuna_k
Pairing: QMi * MiQ
Rating: PG - 13
Genre: AU, Romance, Comedy, Fluff
Type: Multi - Chapter
Status: Complete


Disclaimer: Reality likes to play tricks with me! I don't own them, even if I wanted to! :D


Summary: It all began with stealing and Kyuhyun soon found out that not only did Zhou Mi take his doll, he managed to take Kyuhyun's heart as well!



*


He paced back and forth for the umpteenth time, already making a short path-mark right in front of this... odd building. Scratch that, this unbelievable building was covered with vines, stood away from other simple bungalows and looked so so old – like a historical sight with a twist, European! Was there a place like this near the school, Kyuhyun never knew before.


A flashback crossed his mind and remembered how worried Sungmin was when he announced that he was paying a visit to Seasoning, or so that was what he remembered easily about Zhou Mi the senior's identity. According to reliable resources, aka Yesung and Ryeowook (the dynamic duo of information) that Zhou Mi lived in an all-boy dormitory called SJ Dormitories ran by the infamous Park Jungsoo. No, he wasn't going there to meet his admirer but to claim Mimi back.


Because after that incident inside the infirmary, Zhou Mi refused showing up, much less made any contact with Kyuhyun. And yes, it bothered Cho Kyuhyun to an extent that he had to see the man himself. How could he possibly get Mimi back when the captor was missing in action all the time at school? Even seniors Heechul and Han Geng, now their buddies, much to Heechul's persistence on, we're in-laws, now! Show some brotherly loooove! statement, he pretty much had no choice but to confront him because the couple couldn't.


Sungmin was too eager to be friends with them. Kyuhyun on the other hand sensed even more catastrophe up ahead.


Back at the problem at hand, he stood idly in front of the gate watching and observing and doing some relaying on how to go about this. Maybe he should try, “Hey, is someone this tall and this happy and this loud lived here?” or “Excuse me, but my doll's in there at the hands of my-- okay, never mind.” or “Does a Seasoning stay here?”


“Ah, why, there is!”


Kyuhyun nearly jumped and tumbled with the trash bins at the side when a figure loomed behind him, beaming too enthusiastically while holding a grocery of vegetable. He watched Kyuhyun with a knowing look but said nothing, and instead beamed even more. “I'm Leeteuk, landlord here and goes by the real name Park Jungsoo. If you're looking for Zhou Mi, he's in there. Would you like me to seek you there? Ah, also, have supper with us! We rarely have visitors!”


“No, wait! I was just--


And before Kyuhyun knew it, he was dragged inside with such breeze that he didn't understand how someone like Leeteuk, skinny and somewhat petite, had such strength? They stopped; Kyuhyun wheezing for moment, finally took a glance around and awed.


Musical instruments were laid around, from simple percussion to expensive keyboards, displayed like candies in a sweet-shop. On the right were notes and guidelines and to the left were trophies – silver, platinum and gold. What was this, some kind of famous band's dormitory that had tenants as amazing musicians and artists? Kyuhyun liked the sound of that. A lot.


“Sorry for the mess! The boys are just so...” Leeteuk trailed off as he turned to corner, to the kitchen perhaps. Kyuhyun stood stupidly, as if he was in a different dimension and wanted nothing more than to grab any instrument he could reach and play, even though clueless to anything because he was the voice-type-instrument. Couldn't play a simple instrument unless threatened to, he resolved.


“Zhou Mi’s probably at his room. Haven’t seen him down here since this morning! Kids shouldn’t cage themselves inside---KANGIN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”


Something swift passed behind Kyuhyun and he thought that there was something big, like a wild animal on the loose but instead was graced with a man on his boxers holding... a large pink blouse? Said shirtless man was in rage and had the interesting piece of article between his fingers, gingerly dangling it on the air.


“Where’s Eunhyuk?! I’mma gonna kill that bastard for mixing my white shirt with his laundry! Just look at what he did, Hyung! My favorite workout top ruined! For fuck’s sake, show me the bastard!”


Eeteuk gulped and gestured Kyuhyun to move away, pointing the stairs going upward and mouthing, Go, now. Danger, coming. The young man quickly scampered away, his mind clouded with, This dormitory is seriously insane!


He got away safely and would be running back later to check the nice man if the latter was still alive. He should be, he was the infamous Park Jungsoo!


The second floor looked relatively normal compared to the messy first floor; the latter consisted with lots of doors at both sides, each entrance with interesting labels on it: Hankyung with Chinese implications, Kibum with flashing light bulbs (like Hollywood, thought amusedly by Kyuhyun), Shindong with a bowl of ramen stickers and many, many more. By the end of the hallway, a simple Zhou Mi sign caught Kyuhyun’s attention and for a moment, he wondered, should he just barge inside or knock like any normal person?


Never mind that thought, the door was slightly open and there was a faint sound of running water. Kyuhyun peeked inside, quietly and stealthily, and saw an empty bed, organized desk, accessories displayed, Mimi sitting happily on thick books, another door leading somewhere – bathroom, for sure – and a big close—


HOLD ONE MINUTE. JUST HOLD ONE MINUTE HERE. DID HE JUST SEE MIMI THERE!?


He reached for it without a second thought and there it was, on his palm was his prized possession from China: Mimi still had his bright smile, raven-kissed crown and porcelain skin and fashionable clothes. No damage, no misplacement and no distortion, as what senior Heechul confidently claimed.


Mimi was in perfect condition, just like how Kyuhyun remembered it last. He couldn't believe it – both the fact that Mimi was okay and that his heart was beating rapidly inside his chest with reasons unknown.


There was a rummaging sound, followed by a door opening and revealing a towel-covered Zhou Mi, wet, glistening and... and...


Kyuhyun swallowed, easing that uncomfortable lump on his throat. “...and hot.”


He was too busy flicking his damp hair and by the time he realized he wasn't alone inside his room, Zhou Mi glanced around with lucid eyes and saw Kyuhyun's own orbs too glued on him, standing from a spot he wasn't supposed to. Heck, Kyuhyun wasn't supposed to be there at all – at this time of hour, inside his room, in a building he shouldn't know in the first place.


Zhou Mi shrieked; a deafening, high-pitched shriek enough to rival any girl's.


*


Donghae trudged down the stairs, but his head turned to where the scream was, worried and wondering. “Is Zhou Mi okay? The last time I hear him shout like that was when cockroaches infested his shower a couple of weeks ago.”


“He's fine.” Was all Eeteuk's reply while soothing an upset Kangin with treats. “He should be, his little crush is over.”


“What, really?! I GOTTA SEE HIM THEN!” The eager Donghae was ready to dash upstairs when Landlord got him by the sleeves and sat him down next to a stuffed Kangin, now less upset, and shook a finger at the younger male.


“No, you won't! You'll stay here and let them by themselves!”


*


He was stuttering now, much worse than rambling nonstop, and felt his knees weakening and head spinning. He only had a towel on and the cold temperature sent him shivering and should take this a sign to wear proper, AND WARM clothes now. But how could he when Kyuhyun – looking extra good and handsome, Zhou Mi gulped – stood between him and his treasured closet?


“W-w-w-what are you doing here...?!” He just had to let that out, without realizing that on Kyuhyun's hands was Mimi the doll and, yes, afterwards, he did mental head-slap. He's here to take the doll, stupid. Doy! I'm doomed as hell!


“Heechu-- I mean, your friend, the one with longer hair, told me about you and the reason why you took this.” He raised Mimi carefully and then tenderly tucked it on his arms. Zhou Mi, awed and breath-taken now that Cho Kyuhyun was talking to him – at the worse possible moment but, hell, who cared?! - remained quiet, submissive to anything that was coming right at him.


“That's why I'm taking it back. I want my Mimi back--” Kyuhyun trailed off, with a hint of seriousness in his voice. Was that anger Zhou Mi was also hearing? Disappointment? Irritation? Zhou Mi had finally did it! Kyuhyun would be dumping him now for stealing and pretending and embarrassing himself even before he could properly do anything an--


“--only if you promise to show yourself at school next week Monday.”


What?


Wait, what?


*


There, he finally did it – claiming Mimi and saying what he wanted to say. Now was the best time to hurry out the room, hide his already hot face and take Mimi home where it belonged before Zhou Mi noticed his red cheeks and faltering voice.


The knob was already close to his fingertips when a strong hand slammed against the door, successfully stopping any further attempt of escaping. Kyuhyun looked up and gasped when Zhou Mi's face was dangerously close to his, this almost skin-ship interaction made his heart leap out of his throat.


“What did you say? Do you want to see me? At school? For real?”


“Err, maybe?”


Zhou Mi's smile was infectious and did more damage with Kyuhyun's already racing heart. He then inched closer, possibly even nearer than allowed but Kyuhyun wasn't complain when he felt the droplets from Zhou Mi's damp hair to his skin. Where was that blabbering-mouth guy before? Since when did that guy change to this sultry, fine-looking male standing so sexily in front of him?


“I like Mimi, by the way.”


“You do, huh? I like him, err, it, too.”


“Ah, but I like you even more.”


“You do, huh--


Kyuhyun's breathing hitched when he felt Zhou Mi grazed his fresh-from-the-showers face against his, rubbing his smooth, soft cheeks to his. It wasn't a kiss nor a hug but a simple form a newly profound intimacy and Kyuhyun found himself blacking out. His head processed nothing and his heart just thumped too loudly inside. And where the hell did the butterflies in his tummy come from?!


Heechul wasn't kidding when he said that Seasoning was damn romantic. He really, really was.


“Kui Xian, go out with me, please?”


There was no more stuttering, no more insane rambling idiotically, only happy smiles and shy glances and the occasional gentle touching. Cho Kyuhyun had never felt such happiness brought about by this living sunshine.


Maybe receiving and losing Mimi was not a mistake, after all this time. It was fate that it did to meet Zhou Mi, his long-time shy admirer of the senior batch. Kyuhyun pretty much thought of that, after nuzzling back against Zhou Mi tender caresses.


“Aigoo, I should really change.”


“You should.”


That statement was followed by loud sneeze, then a sniffle.


*


“Kui Xian, look!” A bubbly Zhou Mi bounced next to Kyuhyun with a small bag in hand – a present more like it – and Sungmin curiously watched them from the sides. “Clothes!”


“For you? They're kind... small, Zhou Mi. I mean the package.” Kyuhyun remarked with questioning brow as the trio made their way inside the cafeteria. Finally settling down, Zhou Mi shoved the bag to Kyuhyun's hands.


“Open it! You'll like it!”


Kyuhyun and Sungmin exchanged wondering gazes for a brief moment until deciding to open the gift and pulling out a set of ultra small – no man nor child would fit – clothing and accessories. Zhou Mi clapped merrily while the two stared in dumbfound.


“For KyuMi! I sew them!”


“Ah.”


As expected from the thoughtful Zhou Mi to create adorable clothes for KyuMi – previously known as Mimi, this was the third set of clothes he had sewn in a month. He was saying something about how good-looking and wonderful KyuMi was that it had to wear chic clothes all the time. Funny thing was, whatever Zhou Mi wore during their dates, he made a small version of it for KyuMi to wear. He also said something about buying a custom-made ball-jointed doll that had Kyuhyun's features.


Kyuhyun smiled at that. He just loved this idiot even more. Whether it was his sweetness or dorkiness, it didn't matter really.


“Hey, that's Kibum! And, wait, there's something on his arms--


The trio looked at the direction of Zhou Mi's dorm-mate walking with such refinement and poise that everyone inside the cafeteria seemed to have noticed his presence. Because not only did his face and smile caught attention, the doll on his arm caught eyes as well.


“Isn't that... YOU, SUNGMIN?!” Kyuhyun gaped, pointing at the doll with child-like facial characteristic, beautiful blonde hair and pink attire. Zhou Mi observed closely, only to nod convincingly at the sight of the doll.


“Ah! It does look like you, Sungmin!”


Sungmin turned beet red than never before and sunk lowly at his seat. “No way... Kibum...” He blushed even more.


From where he sat, next to Heechul and Han Geng, Kibum whispered quietly. “Do you think he noticed it?”


“Trust me, Kibum. It did. Wait until you guys bump with each other! Falling down the stairs, confronting inside the infirmary and meeting you at the dorm are a must!”


Han Geng sighed and shook his head before having the last of fried rice on his plate, bracing himself for another round of trouble, all thanks to his nosy lover.


“There goes Heechul again.”


*

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A/N: And so it ends! My very first 3+ QMi chapter done and it's all because I'm having a similar situation like what Zhou Mi had, minus the stealing and the dorm-thingy. CONFESSION! That's all there is to it! And yes, I listen too much SJ-M songs (YOU KNOW, WHEN YOU REALLY LOVE SOMEONE, JUST GO FOR IT!).


Tee hee! Thank you for tuning in, I hope you guys liked the ending! There'd be some stand-alone epilogues, extras and one-shots based on this, well, maybe?


For these lovely readers, miangel_zezchic , xkeirafanx , prolaa , chegaris , alexishero , kyuhyunlover3 , reyinn , thedeal18 , beachbottoms , xelfishx .

[Deadcraft.Com]: Pirates of the Carribean: Jack Sparrow

With all the yummy Johnny Depp characters coming up in movies nowadays (and let's not forget that he's also 2009's Sexiest Man of the Year? Take that, Brad Pitt!) it's hard not to want to make something based on him to some degree. So it's probably best to start out with the character that he is currently most known by - Jack Sparrow from the trilogy Pirates of the Caribbean!

This little tyke is going to be making its rounds frequently over at my deadcraft store in etsy. Bug me if there isn't one in stock!

http://www.deadcraft.com/2009/12/11/pirates-of-the-carribean-jack-sparrow/

I swear if my fic updates go past 4 pages (even with beta), I will attach a .pdf download link when I post it. SERIOUSLY.

I'M HAVING THOSE ELABORATE PLOT THICKENING PROBLEMS AGAIN.

I'm almost done with my 3rd chapter now...

Wow, star-studded dreams today...

So, in the first part, my mom and I were in a room with Michael Jackson... performing Thriller with us. I mean, he was trying to scare us. He had ghouls and ghosts and everything, and he was throwing around something that my mom and I kept trying to catch. I forgot how that dream ended.

The next part had me watching Robert Pattinson in two movies. One had him paired with two actresses, I think Eva Longoria (I remember this because I mistakenly called her Maria Longoria in my dream and when I woke up, I corrected myself by internally saying that it's Eva and not Maria.) The other actress looked like Bryce Dallas-Howard, or Nicole Kidman. With certainty, I can say that one was slightly blondish-reddish-haired, the other was very brunette--long tousled curled locks and everything. It was a Mannequin-type movie. He was trying to woo the brunette, who he saw in a store window. She turns human at night, or something like that. (I know, how original, right?) I think the blondish-reddish-haired girl was trying to steal him from her. There was a surreal scene where they were up in the sky, RPattz and "Eva Longoria".

I don't remember the other movie now.

Sigh, I get to interact with MJ and not with RP in my dream this time. LOL.

Whoa, I've been so, SO busy lately.

While on one hand I'm enjoying my job and being really hands-on, I no longer know what "sleep" means and am pretty much a slave to MS Excel, MS Word and MS Powerpoint. X_x

It doesn't help that my computer at home is busted. DX Well, actually, it's a combination of a dying UPS and a faulty cable from my monitor to... something (still trying to figure out if it's from the monitor to the electronic socket or from the monitor to the HD). Either way, Anthy's out of commission again orz. >_>000

So, LJ friends, 'sup? Update me please!

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