Entry # 8 - "Oppa"
Title : "Oppa"
Chapters : #8
Rating : PG
Featuring : Brent Kingston, Kim Heechul, Choi Shiwon, Kim Kibum, KyuHyun, Sungmin
Brent's departure from my life in Korea made me brawl like a stupid kid who got his favorite Hotwheel robbed by the lunch time bully or something.
I wished he wouldn't leave. But I guess his parents were not kidding around when they threatened to cut off his expenses if he wasn't going to stop spending their money in some foreign country with his best friend.
In short, Brent Kingston had to go back to Canada and pick up a summer job to help fund for the university he is aiming for.
Boo! Such spoil sports. I know I'm being overly childish about it because...
This really sucks. I'll miss him a lot more than I ever did before.
Then I'll start missing my family like nuts.
Chronic homesickness attack all over again. Yeh Sung should prepare himself for I would start blabbering in my better Korean about my mother the second I find him when I return home later.
I hope I can celebrate the upcoming Christmas with them. I know they won't do it without me. I mean, I'm sure they will manage to drag my brother Clint back from Los Angeles this year despite him saying first year at the University there makes it rather impossible to do so...
But...Hm....Maybe this year...Christmas will be in Korea?
Korea SPARKLINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG~~~!!!
Or China.
Aish.
"Once a week, okay!" He made me promise, before the final call for his boarding was announced.
Boy, I wanted it to shut up and stop calling for passengers if I could.
"Most def. I'll text you when I'm free to video call. You WILL get online regardless of anything, right?"
"Well...Unless I'm dead?"
I hugged him again. I lost count of how many times I'd hugged him since we arrived at Incheon Airport on such a freezing Tuesday morning.
Inside, I could only pray harder for the turbo jet whatever of the plane to freeze so everything would be delayed.
Hell. I even hoped the skies would turn into ice, just to keep Brent for a little while longer here in Korea. That is how selfish I've gotten with the super short period of my best friend staying over in Korea with me.
"Take better care of yourself," Brent said, pulling away just to ruffle my stupid hair. "Korea's and soon-to-be-China's number 1 most famous pretty boy!"
"Really don't need the reminder, man."
"Hey. Look at it this way. You've always wanted to be notorious with the ladies, right?"
"Get out of town," I huffed, pushing his hand off my head in a silent grumble after that. Jeez, how ironic were my words right then?
"And I hope you'll get a job in that stupid donut shop you despise so much."
"Don't curse me like that, bro," he gasped, shoving me hard with his elbow.
I sighed, glancing at the final call sign flashing at the board above our heads.
Brent's lips pulled back to a tight-lipped smile. He's so aware of his public image it always makes me look like the damn sod between us in tear-jerking moments like this.
Well, not that we had many before…Which was making me look even more of a bigger sod when I thought about it.
Paging passenger Brent Matthew Kingston of flight 526, Air Canada...
"So I'll see you for Christmas then," he said, jabbing me playfully when he saw the worsening expression on my already melting face.
"And don't miss the neighbourhood light up, dork. Or your mom's gonna throw a bloody fit at the innocent choir people."
Paging passenger Brent Matthew Kingston...
"I won't," I said, before sniggering a little. "You better jet. See ya soon, Super Junior Super fan boy."
"Oh...I love you too, Henry Lau," Brent laughed, his cheeks turning redder at the sound of that.
This was also his way of telling me I'd better keep my mouth shut about his glittering experience meeting AND hanging out with his new Korean idols here.
But yeah. At the same time he knows I can't keep those kinds of promises well. I'll try very hard to, though.
If I can help it. Khekhe.
"You're only saying that because I'm in Super Junior now!" I frowned, meaning to stick out my tongue at that but ended up choking back the tears that were suddenly brimming in my eyes.
"Henry. Please don't cry."
"You don't cry."
"I'm not going to cry!"
"So this is just soul in your eye?"
"Yup. Soul in my eye."
We hugged again, before I could only watch him sprinting to the door of his flight back to our hometown - his waving mirroring my spiritless own.
"Oh, and dude!"
I blinked when he suddenly yelled at me from the mouth of the entrance he was going to go in. Everyone around us turned to see this crazy white guy screaming at this other guy with silly emo hair coincidentally standing in the middle of a huge, spacious area of the bustling airport.
But yeah. To hell what people were going to say.
"What?"
"I drew a tutorial for you. Check it out when you get back okay!"
"Tutorial? Whatever for?"
Brent's grin, you can really see it from space if it is stretched to its widest.
"It's a cure for your love-sickness, man. Au revoir!"
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It's been 3 days since he left, and now I'm praying so hard that he wouldn't make it a big deal at how long we hugged at the airport when I sent him off.
Pssh. But of course it was DAMN embarrassing! I mean, I'm even closer to him than I am with Clint...you get my drift?
But it was still embarrassing! That was total drama for my part.
Anyway. Brent left. My manager finally moved in with me, and he's a pretty cool guy whose not home half the time when I'm in.
So it's almost like going back to living alone in my dorm. Loneliness would have gotten unbearable if the Super Junior guys aren't living so close to me, that's for sure.
Ah...Don't get me started about the training, please.
Yes. Super Junior China in 2008. Preparation for it is getting more and more intense as the dates get crossed out from the calendars and as the new year closes in...
No. You can be entitled to your opinion about it, really. Whatever you want to say about Soo Man-sshi's latest project involving the much beloved Super Junior guys...I'm pretty sure everyone from online forums and communities and even pedestrians by the streets would want to hear you talk about it - good or bad, doesn't really matter.
But you really can't do anything about it at the end things...can you?
Sorry. I don't mean to offend anyone in any way by talking like this, for real.
But hey. I can't say that I've been living under a damn rock and not have the faintest idea with what is going on with the fans and the way they have been reacting to the whole new-sub-unit thing.
For the record, I DO feel weird watching the news and reading polls about Super Junior being a brand name that is going to be exploited to the fullest on the expense of the company.
Sometimes I feel bad too. About my sudden existence in this company.
I wonder if things would have been better if I hadn't got through the SM auditions...
But ANYWAY....
Super Junior China. Like everyone else, I'm just going to give this taken risk a shot and do whatever I can to make it alright, since it obviously concerns a lot of people's futures. Especially my own.
Because I can do more than just being the violin boy for Super Junior. I'm not here to steal spotlights from reigning king boy bands and demand special attention. I'm not here to be treated as a damn VIP.
I just want to show the world what Henry Lau is made of. And let the world handle what they want to think about me.
Even if it all sounds like a freaking death wish sometimes.
Anyway.
Lately, I've been paying a lot more attention in my Korean class.
My teacher, she believes that I'm the kind of student who is always a step ahead in everything that she is teaching.
She says I've improved tremendously over the weeks, and that she honestly did not expect that to happen anytime soon since I was always postponing lessons due to training and work schedules clashing with our tuition times.
Whenever she says I'm one of the easiest students that she is able to guide through the most intensive period of our modules, I'd beam like an idiot and behave like a damn sea lion.
Onk onk onk!
Yes. It really is a bonus when you live near 13 hyperactive guys who all want to talk without the thought of raising their hands prior to blurting whatever they have in their minds out...but about a trillion different kind of things and topics all at the same time.
In this kind of verbal diarrhea, I have to catch up quickly because, usually, when it comes to these guys, there'll always be those random jokes that lightens up moods and such - and it'd totally be no fun if I don't get it.
You can call this good pressure. I mean, my alien accent's disappearing faster than I assumed it would, because the guys don't really go "That's not how you say it!" nowadays...
So that's why, with all my excellent progress, she's going to bring the major test forward.
By 1 whole week.
Damn. I knew it!
Remember this next time kids: there's always, ALWAYS something bloody fishy when your teacher is nice to you.
Anyway.
I need to improve on my reading. The way I see the Korean language when it is written is that it really looks like the raining, glittering green numbers you see…in the Matrix.
I mean, it really is stationary circles and strokes everywhere!
I can write many words, and read even more...but like Han Kyung, sometimes things slipped from our minds, and the entire meaning changes, and then we bang our heads like crazy cavemen trying to concentrate for the next line.
Well, at least it used to be like that. Now it got better. We don't bang heads anymore. We just ask for help from anyone in Super Junior, or our managers who live with us.
We graduated from crazy cavemen, to calm and collected information-seekers. Suave, no?
By the way, I think I know a lot more Korean curse words than anything else. Since there are people like Kangin, Heechul and Shindong around.
That was pretty random. Please ignore.
Shiwon was kind enough to lend me this book for Korean learners ever used by Han Kyung when he first started learning the language. It's a story about a man and a giant peach, and it fairly uses simple Korean which won't give me a bloody headache just by looking at the text size.
In other words, Shiwon gave me a children's book.
No, wait. He said it was young adults after that.
Choi Shiwon fascinates me with his excessive hand gestures, overwhelming kindheartedness, and his ability to put many things in a more acceptable way.
But, bless his soul really. The giant peach story was actually easy and fun to read - mainly because my main focus has always been to remember Korean characters that stack together to create one sound or word. It used to confuse me so much, the whole letter recognition thing.
I only bothered to understand the story when I understood most of the words I re-read later on.
And nowadays, I've been seriously trying to read the Korean newspapers too, and not give up on them halfway - because I always think that I can just go to people who actually read every damn column of the press for updates on the news.
People like Kim Kibum.
This sort of challenge, you really need an attention span as grounded as his is. He really is the type of guy who runs for the stack of newspapers sitting on the table over breakfast - while everyone else will be arguing about the usual Beijing fried rice, or what syrup to put on their pancakes, or who finished the milk.
Anyway.
According to the calendar, my major Korean test should be on the 15th of December.
Since it was brought forward thanks to wonder boy me, I only have less than 2 weeks to look through everything that I've learnt for the past 1 year.
Great. Just great. Henry FIGHTING! You can do it!
If Grandpa Han Kyung could do it and survive...you can do it too!
Believe in the Heechul! FIGHTING!
I realized I had one last assignment to do before my head rolls.
The translations paper. English to Korean. Before this coming Saturday.
Operation : CRASH COURSE.
Code name : NEED MAJOR HELP.
Report to : (who else but the one and only) Kim Kibum.
And he should be free to entertain me, because I checked his StarCraft schedule (yes. Such thing exists) and Thursday nights are Han Kyung and Heechul's turns to play on the computer - so he goes to the gym and works out.
Whenever he's not wired to the gaming world, he does kick-boxing. Super Junior's King of Sniggering is an all-rounder like that, I guess.
Kim Heechul was staring at the paper I brought over from my dorm with the kind of stare people give when they are trying to decipher something like government conspiracies in between the lines of a very lengthy article on the economy.
The "something's definitely there, but I don't quite get it after all" look.
"Yo man," he said, slapping the papers back down on the dining table we were sitting in before giving his eyes an annoyed roll.
Brent Kingston's Korean English idol will now take centre stage. I've to brace myself for the ride and not look like I'm being obvious about it all the time.
"What's all this man? I don't understand anything yo!"
"It's about the economy," I replied, trying very, very hard to not laugh at his English. This man has absolutely no idol-image. He ninjas through it without shame that I end up feeling very proud to have known someone like him.
I saw that he tilted his head at the word "economy". "It's....a very boring topic?"
"Oh! Then why you do still yo?"
"I have no choice-"
"English! Speak English! I want speak English!"
Yes. This is the same guy who highly recommended "In Ko-ri-ya, speak Ko-ri-yan" before.
Maybe something amusing must have happened earlier today to get him to be as excited as this right then.
"Ah okay. Well...I've to pass the test or I'll never get my certificate."
Wow. I missed speaking in English already. The day Brent left was the day I stopped talking in long, proper sentences in the universal tongue. Even my manager who speaks English speaks to me in Korean like 80% of the time, because I need to learn it anyway.
Kibum needed to come home earlier from his health regiment too, so I could finish the damn paper faster.
"ce-ti-fi-what? What? Yo man I'm confused! What you talking about?"
Heechul's a pretty comical guy. He's really pretty for a man - but if you catch him without his make up and whatnots on, he will remind you of a very excited, bubbly skeleton who could have sold his soul to the maintain the religious usage of "Yo man!" until death do them part or something.
"Cer-ti-fi-cate!" I repeated, making a long rectangular shape with my hands in the air between us.
"Oh!" Heechul nodded aggressively, snapping his bony fingers and keeping a straight face about it. "Box?"
"No. Certificate," I burst into a string of chuckles, drawing the air again.
"....Card?"
Heechul was still looking at me with those big, big eyes that reminded me a lot of Heebum-sshi's, who was currently sitting on top of the refrigerator watching the human comedy happening in the small kitchen of the Sensitive dorm.
I wonder what cats would sound like if they could laugh their asses off.
Anyway. Language switch : Korean.
Ah. How do you say "certificate" in Korean?
I decided to go the long way with explaining what I was talking about.
"Oh! That! That's not how to describe a certificate!" Heechul said, shaking his head and finger at me after I finished. "This is how you describe it."
And he did the same thing I did with my hands earlier, only his was done ON the smooth wooden surface of the table.
"Now that's a certificate. Understand now, Henli?"
No, actually.
But how can I ever argue with a Tourism and English major like Kim Heechul, you know?
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It was almost 10PM when we finally finished with my translations paper.
I pretty much did everything on my own, with Kibum only helping here and there, and performing the final word check before we officially wrapped it up.
And as usual, the minimal-word-usage Kim Kibum flashed me that broad smile of his, shoved a thumbs up and said "good luck!" in the kind of manner that I know he really did think I should thank no one but myself for all the effort.
He almost kicked me out of the house after that, because I turned into a damn sea lion and started thanking him like a madman all over again.
Henry the sea lion. ONK ONK ONK!
Come to think of it, Henry DOES sound like a name you'd give a sea lion or walruses, isn't it?
Or whales.
Or gerbils?
Anyway.
I only felt the exhaustion seeping into my bones and overworked brains when I realized that I forgot to press the button to my floor after I entered the lift, and ended up on the first level.
The doors were closing again when someone stopped it.
KyuHyun.
"Hello," he said amicably, smiling a little as he entered and pressed the button to the Fighting! dorm's floor.
I stopped mid-yawning, and took a step back from him. "Hello."
I'm beginning to feel like fate or destiny or whichever that is in charge of how this works are being a little too whimsical in their profession.
I mean...Why, of all people, KyuHyun?
Why couldn't I take the lift with people that I WANT to be around with?
Wait. What the hell am I saying? I make it sound like I hate him or something.
Oh look. I'm starting to be ridiculous again.
He is, after all, someone I would consider a close friend already.
Hey? Ignore me already.
My sneakers, they were really interesting to look at in the light of the elevator. It made the pink boxes against the black look purplish now, and to think I used to think that purple was definitely not my colour.
In front of me, KyuHyun didn't speak a word. His eyes were fixed upon the dull metal doors he was facing, his back straight, his chin tilted slightly upwards as he stood deathly still.
Sometimes I can't help but wonder if KyuHyun is in fact, a vampire.
And right then, the vampire smelt like fresh oranges.
I looked down at what he was carrying.
Oh, he was holding a bag full of them.
Boy. The lovely, overwhelming smell of it all right then kicked my appetite instantly. I wanted to eat oranges so much right then, all of a sudden.
"Where are you going?" KyuHyun suddenly asked, startling me out of my shuffling thoughts that were randomly discussing about things that I was seeing right then.
I wasn't kidding when I say I was just starting to talk about just how interesting the ceiling of the lift was until he interrupted me.
"Home. I had something on in the Sensitive dorm just now."
"Translation again?"
He was looking at the metal doors when talking to me.
This was giving me the impression that he was still thinking that I should be pounded into a pulp for reasons only he found justifiable.
My own wild guess was the whole Sungmin issue.
In that short pause between us, I had a short flashback of them kissing by the corridor a couple of nights ago. When I was being secret agent Henry with my ninja partner Heebum-sshi - witnessing the other meaning to the whole "member love" idea in our silenced shock and interest.
And that necklace he gave to Sungmin.
That means they're together in that manner already, aren't they?
Congratulations, Vampire KyuHyun-sshi and Duracell bunny Sungmin!
Hmmm.
Sounds a little incompatible, doesn't it?
Anyway.
Raising an eyebrow, I nodded to his cool question just now.
"Yes.... Wait. How'd you know that?"
"You don't usually go there unless you're in desperate help for Korean."
I shrunk in the huge black sweater I was wearing, flushing terribly in my embarrassment. Now that he said it like that, I realized that it was rather true. I mean, if I was bored, and felt like going to any one of the dorms, I'd rather be down with the Fighting! crew in their flat.
Well you tell me this : Would you hangout in a graveyard?
I don't think so too. A sudden Star Craft battle cry from anyone could give you the shock of your life, honestly.
"So..." I cleared my throat, the translation papers rolled tightly in my hands.
"You look good. Where are you from?"
"Date."
"By yourself?"
He turned his head a little at that, just enough to show me a smirk to rival the sarcasm that accidentally slipped out of my tone.
"Sungmin has Chunji. I just sent him off after we saw a movie," KyuHyun replied calmly, seemingly unabashed about it. He turned again to catch my surprised expression to his statement, and his smirk just stretched wider.
Vampires have that kind of explosive aura that tells you they're always, always the cool creatures regardless of time, space and continuum.
Invincible and unaffected to other opinions, that kind.
"Why are you staring at me, Henli?"
Turning away to hide my baffled features, I then shook my head. I shake my head a lot, if you must know.
"Uhm. Nothing."
We reached his floor.
It was only when the doors were opening that KyuHyun actually turned around to face me.
"Henli ah...?" He prompted, his towering height emphasizing the mellow egoist aura dressing his figure perfectly - topped off with that infinite smirk always so evident on the curls of his lips even when he isn't doing it on purpose.
I actually took another step back when he seemed to have floated closer somehow. He could just be the creepiest dude right then, now that I kept seeing him as a vampire.
"Errr...Yes?"
His steeling expression broke to a shady simper.
"Maybe you should consider enrolling yourself into a spying school," he snorted, a brow raised mockingly at the how I just backed away from him.
"The other time...You totally suck at it, you know that?"
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The tutorial Brent was talking about laid on top of my Viao remained untouched, until I decided that I should check my emails from home.
Obviously, the tardy dude forgot to state just WHAT the whole thing was for exactly.
Besides his superbly confusing handwriting (he calls it "a doctor's handwriting". I'll just give in to that okay?), there were also drawings of...things on the piece of paper taped to the top of my laptop.
Cicles...arrows...lines...What?
Ah....Cavemen drawing!
Blinking at the insane chaos of vandalism before my eyes, I wondered...Just how exactly is this going to cure my love-sickness?
And what the hell anyway. My love-sickness for what?
But I read through it anyway, simply because I wanted to know what Brent wanted me to see.
The first thing I saw was : Do this only when it's 10 pm, Thursday night.
I checked the time to be 10.15 already.
Step 1 : Log on to Internet explorer and type http://www.melon.com/mcast/main.jsp
A colourful page loaded, together with a generous amount of everything Korean. I didn't bother to look at it properly as I went back to reading the second step.
Step 2 : Click on the tiny pink satellite at the left hand side of the page. I updated your WMP to 10 already, so it shouldn't prompt you for anything else.
I did not dare to stare too long at a drawing of what he just wrote, and obediently clicked on it instead.
Step 3 : A pop up will appear, and now you click on the small, flashing pink tv icon.
I did. The small box enlarged itself to yet another "loading" status.
And Sungmin appeared. With that girl from SeNSoDyne (Thanks to Ahjummanie's influence). Soo Young? Yoonha? I can’t tell. They all look alike to me.
It took me a while to realize that I was watching Sungmin's Chunji radio show, on live streaming.
I smirked at the tutorial, almost planning to screw it up and toss it carelessly into the nearby bin from my annoyance at Brent's playfulness about this. But I ended up putting it back down on the table in the end.
After everything I told him, he strongly thinks I'm developing a crush on Sungmin.
Well, he's definitely wrong about it.
Sungmin looked really good on the screen right then, maybe because he just came off from a date with KyuHyun. He was eating mandarin oranges too.
I bet KyuHyun gave him that. And that silly rabbit puppet thing. So cute!
I saw that he was wearing the necklace KyuHyun gave him.
Psshh. Is it really that expensive?
Aish. Stop giving that eyeball already. I can't be getting myself into these kinds of things now. My career hasn't even started yet. I don't want everything to be complicated, so I'll curb everything before it gets really, really, REALLY weird.
Because for everything that I'm going through right now,I'm thinking prevention is always better than cute.
I mean cure. Prevention is better than CURE.
I decided to send a text message to Sungmin to tell him that I was watching Chunji right then.
A short while later, I laughed when I saw him picking up his cell phone before the web cam in the studio. It really looked like I was spying on him or something, only that he knew I was online.
His reply came as : You're watching? Thank you! I look good, don't I? KyuHyun oppa still doesn't know how to though. Can you teach him for me please?
Oh.
So he's KyuHyun oppa now.
Fine.
I called KyuHyun to come up to my dorm instead of my going down there.
He needed the exercise anyway, right?
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Sungmin cat ears and lip-synching to some girl groups' songs left a permanent memory in my mind after I came off watching that night's Chunji.
After looking like that, you'd seriously wonder just who the hell made him take up martial arts as a sport.
And why?
It's just too fascinating just by thinking about it. I swear I'm getting to that point where I believe I could create a new breakthrough discovery in gender research studies - regarding just what exactly Sungmin is.
Maybe I should think of him as an alien of some sort.
Aish.
It was nearing 2 am, and why I went back to reading the boring translation papers I did with Kibum after that was something I couldn't understand either. I should be falling asleep, you know. Because I really did feel sleepy like, a minute ago.
I should put a poster on my ceiling. Something corny like those inspiration cardboards they sell at church stalls after mass.
You know, like a picture of a cute fluffy white kitten in the meadows, with a super power slogan below it that goes: "The only journey is the journey within".
Something Star War-ish, that kind? I really needed to go to sleep, man.
My attention span began to wane again the more I looked at the written words, keeled over it on the sofa of the living room I was in.
I swear I've read this line down to this line, but now...I couldn't remember if I actually did read through it.
The way KyuHyun's sharp features were beaming just now, watching Sungmin and his energetic overdrive with those cat ears on his head via live streaming (on my laptop), told me that he was pretty serious to where he wanted them both to stand in this budding (and forbidden)relationship.
He was watching the entire thing with that kind of tilt of the head that a person would do when they find something ridiculously humorous and cute, and adores it to hell.
He'd laugh whenever Sungmin laughed.
He went "aw" randomly, and giggled a lot in between. Then he'd grin some more, and obviously didn't care that I had been staring at him and could possibly be thinking that he was behaving like an idiot.
Is this...L-O-V-E?
And they always say : Love is indeed, blind.
For KyuHyun's case it's : Love is not caring what Henry Lau wants to think of me right now.
I was blown away at this kind of transformation in him.
The towering ego KyuHyun oppa, was reduced to nothing more than a mere giggling idiot in love - just by those simple, cutesy gestures made by an intangible Sungmin on screen.
And to think I would never see a vampire titter so much like a giddy bird.
Finally, I stifled a really huge yawn.
I was putting my papers away when a soft knock came from the front door.
"Hi!"
Sungmin's bright smile almost blinded me the second I opened it.
"Hi," I said, wondering why I actually returned that with an even bigger smile. I looked over his shoulder, and did a quick assessment from where I was standing.
He was alone.
Why was that important again?
"What's up?" I asked, opening the gate for him to enter. "Come on in."
He shook his head at that. "Oh no, it's okay. I've to be quick. I just came here to give you this, Henli ah..."
I had to wonder just what a small paper bag like this could possibly contain when he handed it to me. Sungmin left with a soft "see you tomorrow!", leaving me staring at the damn bag before I decided to see what was inside.
It was an orange. And it was shaped very much like a heart, which impressed me.
I realized that there was something carved onto the bright colour of the skin.
"Henry 사랑해요!"
Awww....
Hey..........
Henry oppa sounds good too, you know?
But nu-uh…no way. It's impossible. I can never do this.
You said it yourself, Henry Lau.
Prevention is always, always better than cute.
I mean CURE.
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Read the rest of the previous entries :
Entry #1 : I started blabbering (a Henry Lau P.O.V)
Entry #2 : I started blabbering, again.
Entry #3 : Title : I started seeing things.
Entry #4 : Title : I started panicking
Entry #5 : Title : I started conversing
Entry #6 : Title : Blame lethargy
Entry #7 : Title : Reaaaaaaaaally
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Sungry ah~
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I seriously hope this didn't bore you. LOL. thanks for reading again! :)
AH SORRY FOR MY LOUSY SKILLSSSSSSSSSSSSSS IN LJ-CUTTING OH DEAR SORRY.
♥ peace ♥
Chapters : #8
Rating : PG
Featuring : Brent Kingston, Kim Heechul, Choi Shiwon, Kim Kibum, KyuHyun, Sungmin
Brent's departure from my life in Korea made me brawl like a stupid kid who got his favorite Hotwheel robbed by the lunch time bully or something.
I wished he wouldn't leave. But I guess his parents were not kidding around when they threatened to cut off his expenses if he wasn't going to stop spending their money in some foreign country with his best friend.
In short, Brent Kingston had to go back to Canada and pick up a summer job to help fund for the university he is aiming for.
Boo! Such spoil sports. I know I'm being overly childish about it because...
This really sucks. I'll miss him a lot more than I ever did before.
Then I'll start missing my family like nuts.
Chronic homesickness attack all over again. Yeh Sung should prepare himself for I would start blabbering in my better Korean about my mother the second I find him when I return home later.
I hope I can celebrate the upcoming Christmas with them. I know they won't do it without me. I mean, I'm sure they will manage to drag my brother Clint back from Los Angeles this year despite him saying first year at the University there makes it rather impossible to do so...
But...Hm....Maybe this year...Christmas will be in Korea?
Korea SPARKLINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG~~~!!!
Or China.
Aish.
"Once a week, okay!" He made me promise, before the final call for his boarding was announced.
Boy, I wanted it to shut up and stop calling for passengers if I could.
"Most def. I'll text you when I'm free to video call. You WILL get online regardless of anything, right?"
"Well...Unless I'm dead?"
I hugged him again. I lost count of how many times I'd hugged him since we arrived at Incheon Airport on such a freezing Tuesday morning.
Inside, I could only pray harder for the turbo jet whatever of the plane to freeze so everything would be delayed.
Hell. I even hoped the skies would turn into ice, just to keep Brent for a little while longer here in Korea. That is how selfish I've gotten with the super short period of my best friend staying over in Korea with me.
"Take better care of yourself," Brent said, pulling away just to ruffle my stupid hair. "Korea's and soon-to-be-China's number 1 most famous pretty boy!"
"Really don't need the reminder, man."
"Hey. Look at it this way. You've always wanted to be notorious with the ladies, right?"
"Get out of town," I huffed, pushing his hand off my head in a silent grumble after that. Jeez, how ironic were my words right then?
"And I hope you'll get a job in that stupid donut shop you despise so much."
"Don't curse me like that, bro," he gasped, shoving me hard with his elbow.
I sighed, glancing at the final call sign flashing at the board above our heads.
Brent's lips pulled back to a tight-lipped smile. He's so aware of his public image it always makes me look like the damn sod between us in tear-jerking moments like this.
Well, not that we had many before…Which was making me look even more of a bigger sod when I thought about it.
Paging passenger Brent Matthew Kingston of flight 526, Air Canada...
"So I'll see you for Christmas then," he said, jabbing me playfully when he saw the worsening expression on my already melting face.
"And don't miss the neighbourhood light up, dork. Or your mom's gonna throw a bloody fit at the innocent choir people."
Paging passenger Brent Matthew Kingston...
"I won't," I said, before sniggering a little. "You better jet. See ya soon, Super Junior Super fan boy."
"Oh...I love you too, Henry Lau," Brent laughed, his cheeks turning redder at the sound of that.
This was also his way of telling me I'd better keep my mouth shut about his glittering experience meeting AND hanging out with his new Korean idols here.
But yeah. At the same time he knows I can't keep those kinds of promises well. I'll try very hard to, though.
If I can help it. Khekhe.
"You're only saying that because I'm in Super Junior now!" I frowned, meaning to stick out my tongue at that but ended up choking back the tears that were suddenly brimming in my eyes.
"Henry. Please don't cry."
"You don't cry."
"I'm not going to cry!"
"So this is just soul in your eye?"
"Yup. Soul in my eye."
We hugged again, before I could only watch him sprinting to the door of his flight back to our hometown - his waving mirroring my spiritless own.
"Oh, and dude!"
I blinked when he suddenly yelled at me from the mouth of the entrance he was going to go in. Everyone around us turned to see this crazy white guy screaming at this other guy with silly emo hair coincidentally standing in the middle of a huge, spacious area of the bustling airport.
But yeah. To hell what people were going to say.
"What?"
"I drew a tutorial for you. Check it out when you get back okay!"
"Tutorial? Whatever for?"
Brent's grin, you can really see it from space if it is stretched to its widest.
"It's a cure for your love-sickness, man. Au revoir!"
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It's been 3 days since he left, and now I'm praying so hard that he wouldn't make it a big deal at how long we hugged at the airport when I sent him off.
Pssh. But of course it was DAMN embarrassing! I mean, I'm even closer to him than I am with Clint...you get my drift?
But it was still embarrassing! That was total drama for my part.
Anyway. Brent left. My manager finally moved in with me, and he's a pretty cool guy whose not home half the time when I'm in.
So it's almost like going back to living alone in my dorm. Loneliness would have gotten unbearable if the Super Junior guys aren't living so close to me, that's for sure.
Ah...Don't get me started about the training, please.
Yes. Super Junior China in 2008. Preparation for it is getting more and more intense as the dates get crossed out from the calendars and as the new year closes in...
No. You can be entitled to your opinion about it, really. Whatever you want to say about Soo Man-sshi's latest project involving the much beloved Super Junior guys...I'm pretty sure everyone from online forums and communities and even pedestrians by the streets would want to hear you talk about it - good or bad, doesn't really matter.
But you really can't do anything about it at the end things...can you?
Sorry. I don't mean to offend anyone in any way by talking like this, for real.
But hey. I can't say that I've been living under a damn rock and not have the faintest idea with what is going on with the fans and the way they have been reacting to the whole new-sub-unit thing.
For the record, I DO feel weird watching the news and reading polls about Super Junior being a brand name that is going to be exploited to the fullest on the expense of the company.
Sometimes I feel bad too. About my sudden existence in this company.
I wonder if things would have been better if I hadn't got through the SM auditions...
But ANYWAY....
Super Junior China. Like everyone else, I'm just going to give this taken risk a shot and do whatever I can to make it alright, since it obviously concerns a lot of people's futures. Especially my own.
Because I can do more than just being the violin boy for Super Junior. I'm not here to steal spotlights from reigning king boy bands and demand special attention. I'm not here to be treated as a damn VIP.
I just want to show the world what Henry Lau is made of. And let the world handle what they want to think about me.
Even if it all sounds like a freaking death wish sometimes.
Anyway.
Lately, I've been paying a lot more attention in my Korean class.
My teacher, she believes that I'm the kind of student who is always a step ahead in everything that she is teaching.
She says I've improved tremendously over the weeks, and that she honestly did not expect that to happen anytime soon since I was always postponing lessons due to training and work schedules clashing with our tuition times.
Whenever she says I'm one of the easiest students that she is able to guide through the most intensive period of our modules, I'd beam like an idiot and behave like a damn sea lion.
Onk onk onk!
Yes. It really is a bonus when you live near 13 hyperactive guys who all want to talk without the thought of raising their hands prior to blurting whatever they have in their minds out...but about a trillion different kind of things and topics all at the same time.
In this kind of verbal diarrhea, I have to catch up quickly because, usually, when it comes to these guys, there'll always be those random jokes that lightens up moods and such - and it'd totally be no fun if I don't get it.
You can call this good pressure. I mean, my alien accent's disappearing faster than I assumed it would, because the guys don't really go "That's not how you say it!" nowadays...
So that's why, with all my excellent progress, she's going to bring the major test forward.
By 1 whole week.
Damn. I knew it!
Remember this next time kids: there's always, ALWAYS something bloody fishy when your teacher is nice to you.
Anyway.
I need to improve on my reading. The way I see the Korean language when it is written is that it really looks like the raining, glittering green numbers you see…in the Matrix.
I mean, it really is stationary circles and strokes everywhere!
I can write many words, and read even more...but like Han Kyung, sometimes things slipped from our minds, and the entire meaning changes, and then we bang our heads like crazy cavemen trying to concentrate for the next line.
Well, at least it used to be like that. Now it got better. We don't bang heads anymore. We just ask for help from anyone in Super Junior, or our managers who live with us.
We graduated from crazy cavemen, to calm and collected information-seekers. Suave, no?
By the way, I think I know a lot more Korean curse words than anything else. Since there are people like Kangin, Heechul and Shindong around.
That was pretty random. Please ignore.
Shiwon was kind enough to lend me this book for Korean learners ever used by Han Kyung when he first started learning the language. It's a story about a man and a giant peach, and it fairly uses simple Korean which won't give me a bloody headache just by looking at the text size.
In other words, Shiwon gave me a children's book.
No, wait. He said it was young adults after that.
Choi Shiwon fascinates me with his excessive hand gestures, overwhelming kindheartedness, and his ability to put many things in a more acceptable way.
But, bless his soul really. The giant peach story was actually easy and fun to read - mainly because my main focus has always been to remember Korean characters that stack together to create one sound or word. It used to confuse me so much, the whole letter recognition thing.
I only bothered to understand the story when I understood most of the words I re-read later on.
And nowadays, I've been seriously trying to read the Korean newspapers too, and not give up on them halfway - because I always think that I can just go to people who actually read every damn column of the press for updates on the news.
People like Kim Kibum.
This sort of challenge, you really need an attention span as grounded as his is. He really is the type of guy who runs for the stack of newspapers sitting on the table over breakfast - while everyone else will be arguing about the usual Beijing fried rice, or what syrup to put on their pancakes, or who finished the milk.
Anyway.
According to the calendar, my major Korean test should be on the 15th of December.
Since it was brought forward thanks to wonder boy me, I only have less than 2 weeks to look through everything that I've learnt for the past 1 year.
Great. Just great. Henry FIGHTING! You can do it!
If Grandpa Han Kyung could do it and survive...you can do it too!
Believe in the Heechul! FIGHTING!
I realized I had one last assignment to do before my head rolls.
The translations paper. English to Korean. Before this coming Saturday.
Operation : CRASH COURSE.
Code name : NEED MAJOR HELP.
Report to : (who else but the one and only) Kim Kibum.
And he should be free to entertain me, because I checked his StarCraft schedule (yes. Such thing exists) and Thursday nights are Han Kyung and Heechul's turns to play on the computer - so he goes to the gym and works out.
Whenever he's not wired to the gaming world, he does kick-boxing. Super Junior's King of Sniggering is an all-rounder like that, I guess.
Kim Heechul was staring at the paper I brought over from my dorm with the kind of stare people give when they are trying to decipher something like government conspiracies in between the lines of a very lengthy article on the economy.
The "something's definitely there, but I don't quite get it after all" look.
"Yo man," he said, slapping the papers back down on the dining table we were sitting in before giving his eyes an annoyed roll.
Brent Kingston's Korean English idol will now take centre stage. I've to brace myself for the ride and not look like I'm being obvious about it all the time.
"What's all this man? I don't understand anything yo!"
"It's about the economy," I replied, trying very, very hard to not laugh at his English. This man has absolutely no idol-image. He ninjas through it without shame that I end up feeling very proud to have known someone like him.
I saw that he tilted his head at the word "economy". "It's....a very boring topic?"
"Oh! Then why you do still yo?"
"I have no choice-"
"English! Speak English! I want speak English!"
Yes. This is the same guy who highly recommended "In Ko-ri-ya, speak Ko-ri-yan" before.
Maybe something amusing must have happened earlier today to get him to be as excited as this right then.
"Ah okay. Well...I've to pass the test or I'll never get my certificate."
Wow. I missed speaking in English already. The day Brent left was the day I stopped talking in long, proper sentences in the universal tongue. Even my manager who speaks English speaks to me in Korean like 80% of the time, because I need to learn it anyway.
Kibum needed to come home earlier from his health regiment too, so I could finish the damn paper faster.
"ce-ti-fi-what? What? Yo man I'm confused! What you talking about?"
Heechul's a pretty comical guy. He's really pretty for a man - but if you catch him without his make up and whatnots on, he will remind you of a very excited, bubbly skeleton who could have sold his soul to the maintain the religious usage of "Yo man!" until death do them part or something.
"Cer-ti-fi-cate!" I repeated, making a long rectangular shape with my hands in the air between us.
"Oh!" Heechul nodded aggressively, snapping his bony fingers and keeping a straight face about it. "Box?"
"No. Certificate," I burst into a string of chuckles, drawing the air again.
"....Card?"
Heechul was still looking at me with those big, big eyes that reminded me a lot of Heebum-sshi's, who was currently sitting on top of the refrigerator watching the human comedy happening in the small kitchen of the Sensitive dorm.
I wonder what cats would sound like if they could laugh their asses off.
Anyway. Language switch : Korean.
Ah. How do you say "certificate" in Korean?
I decided to go the long way with explaining what I was talking about.
"Oh! That! That's not how to describe a certificate!" Heechul said, shaking his head and finger at me after I finished. "This is how you describe it."
And he did the same thing I did with my hands earlier, only his was done ON the smooth wooden surface of the table.
"Now that's a certificate. Understand now, Henli?"
No, actually.
But how can I ever argue with a Tourism and English major like Kim Heechul, you know?
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It was almost 10PM when we finally finished with my translations paper.
I pretty much did everything on my own, with Kibum only helping here and there, and performing the final word check before we officially wrapped it up.
And as usual, the minimal-word-usage Kim Kibum flashed me that broad smile of his, shoved a thumbs up and said "good luck!" in the kind of manner that I know he really did think I should thank no one but myself for all the effort.
He almost kicked me out of the house after that, because I turned into a damn sea lion and started thanking him like a madman all over again.
Henry the sea lion. ONK ONK ONK!
Come to think of it, Henry DOES sound like a name you'd give a sea lion or walruses, isn't it?
Or whales.
Or gerbils?
Anyway.
I only felt the exhaustion seeping into my bones and overworked brains when I realized that I forgot to press the button to my floor after I entered the lift, and ended up on the first level.
The doors were closing again when someone stopped it.
KyuHyun.
"Hello," he said amicably, smiling a little as he entered and pressed the button to the Fighting! dorm's floor.
I stopped mid-yawning, and took a step back from him. "Hello."
I'm beginning to feel like fate or destiny or whichever that is in charge of how this works are being a little too whimsical in their profession.
I mean...Why, of all people, KyuHyun?
Why couldn't I take the lift with people that I WANT to be around with?
Wait. What the hell am I saying? I make it sound like I hate him or something.
Oh look. I'm starting to be ridiculous again.
He is, after all, someone I would consider a close friend already.
Hey? Ignore me already.
My sneakers, they were really interesting to look at in the light of the elevator. It made the pink boxes against the black look purplish now, and to think I used to think that purple was definitely not my colour.
In front of me, KyuHyun didn't speak a word. His eyes were fixed upon the dull metal doors he was facing, his back straight, his chin tilted slightly upwards as he stood deathly still.
Sometimes I can't help but wonder if KyuHyun is in fact, a vampire.
And right then, the vampire smelt like fresh oranges.
I looked down at what he was carrying.
Oh, he was holding a bag full of them.
Boy. The lovely, overwhelming smell of it all right then kicked my appetite instantly. I wanted to eat oranges so much right then, all of a sudden.
"Where are you going?" KyuHyun suddenly asked, startling me out of my shuffling thoughts that were randomly discussing about things that I was seeing right then.
I wasn't kidding when I say I was just starting to talk about just how interesting the ceiling of the lift was until he interrupted me.
"Home. I had something on in the Sensitive dorm just now."
"Translation again?"
He was looking at the metal doors when talking to me.
This was giving me the impression that he was still thinking that I should be pounded into a pulp for reasons only he found justifiable.
My own wild guess was the whole Sungmin issue.
In that short pause between us, I had a short flashback of them kissing by the corridor a couple of nights ago. When I was being secret agent Henry with my ninja partner Heebum-sshi - witnessing the other meaning to the whole "member love" idea in our silenced shock and interest.
And that necklace he gave to Sungmin.
That means they're together in that manner already, aren't they?
Congratulations, Vampire KyuHyun-sshi and Duracell bunny Sungmin!
Hmmm.
Sounds a little incompatible, doesn't it?
Anyway.
Raising an eyebrow, I nodded to his cool question just now.
"Yes.... Wait. How'd you know that?"
"You don't usually go there unless you're in desperate help for Korean."
I shrunk in the huge black sweater I was wearing, flushing terribly in my embarrassment. Now that he said it like that, I realized that it was rather true. I mean, if I was bored, and felt like going to any one of the dorms, I'd rather be down with the Fighting! crew in their flat.
Well you tell me this : Would you hangout in a graveyard?
I don't think so too. A sudden Star Craft battle cry from anyone could give you the shock of your life, honestly.
"So..." I cleared my throat, the translation papers rolled tightly in my hands.
"You look good. Where are you from?"
"Date."
"By yourself?"
He turned his head a little at that, just enough to show me a smirk to rival the sarcasm that accidentally slipped out of my tone.
"Sungmin has Chunji. I just sent him off after we saw a movie," KyuHyun replied calmly, seemingly unabashed about it. He turned again to catch my surprised expression to his statement, and his smirk just stretched wider.
Vampires have that kind of explosive aura that tells you they're always, always the cool creatures regardless of time, space and continuum.
Invincible and unaffected to other opinions, that kind.
"Why are you staring at me, Henli?"
Turning away to hide my baffled features, I then shook my head. I shake my head a lot, if you must know.
"Uhm. Nothing."
We reached his floor.
It was only when the doors were opening that KyuHyun actually turned around to face me.
"Henli ah...?" He prompted, his towering height emphasizing the mellow egoist aura dressing his figure perfectly - topped off with that infinite smirk always so evident on the curls of his lips even when he isn't doing it on purpose.
I actually took another step back when he seemed to have floated closer somehow. He could just be the creepiest dude right then, now that I kept seeing him as a vampire.
"Errr...Yes?"
His steeling expression broke to a shady simper.
"Maybe you should consider enrolling yourself into a spying school," he snorted, a brow raised mockingly at the how I just backed away from him.
"The other time...You totally suck at it, you know that?"
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The tutorial Brent was talking about laid on top of my Viao remained untouched, until I decided that I should check my emails from home.
Obviously, the tardy dude forgot to state just WHAT the whole thing was for exactly.
Besides his superbly confusing handwriting (he calls it "a doctor's handwriting". I'll just give in to that okay?), there were also drawings of...things on the piece of paper taped to the top of my laptop.
Cicles...arrows...lines...What?
Ah....Cavemen drawing!
Blinking at the insane chaos of vandalism before my eyes, I wondered...Just how exactly is this going to cure my love-sickness?
And what the hell anyway. My love-sickness for what?
But I read through it anyway, simply because I wanted to know what Brent wanted me to see.
The first thing I saw was : Do this only when it's 10 pm, Thursday night.
I checked the time to be 10.15 already.
Step 1 : Log on to Internet explorer and type http://www.melon.com/mcast/main.jsp
A colourful page loaded, together with a generous amount of everything Korean. I didn't bother to look at it properly as I went back to reading the second step.
Step 2 : Click on the tiny pink satellite at the left hand side of the page. I updated your WMP to 10 already, so it shouldn't prompt you for anything else.
I did not dare to stare too long at a drawing of what he just wrote, and obediently clicked on it instead.
Step 3 : A pop up will appear, and now you click on the small, flashing pink tv icon.
I did. The small box enlarged itself to yet another "loading" status.
And Sungmin appeared. With that girl from SeNSoDyne (Thanks to Ahjummanie's influence). Soo Young? Yoonha? I can’t tell. They all look alike to me.
It took me a while to realize that I was watching Sungmin's Chunji radio show, on live streaming.
I smirked at the tutorial, almost planning to screw it up and toss it carelessly into the nearby bin from my annoyance at Brent's playfulness about this. But I ended up putting it back down on the table in the end.
After everything I told him, he strongly thinks I'm developing a crush on Sungmin.
Well, he's definitely wrong about it.
Sungmin looked really good on the screen right then, maybe because he just came off from a date with KyuHyun. He was eating mandarin oranges too.
I bet KyuHyun gave him that. And that silly rabbit puppet thing. So cute!
I saw that he was wearing the necklace KyuHyun gave him.
Psshh. Is it really that expensive?
Aish. Stop giving that eyeball already. I can't be getting myself into these kinds of things now. My career hasn't even started yet. I don't want everything to be complicated, so I'll curb everything before it gets really, really, REALLY weird.
Because for everything that I'm going through right now,I'm thinking prevention is always better than cute.
I mean cure. Prevention is better than CURE.
I decided to send a text message to Sungmin to tell him that I was watching Chunji right then.
A short while later, I laughed when I saw him picking up his cell phone before the web cam in the studio. It really looked like I was spying on him or something, only that he knew I was online.
His reply came as : You're watching? Thank you! I look good, don't I? KyuHyun oppa still doesn't know how to though. Can you teach him for me please?
Oh.
So he's KyuHyun oppa now.
Fine.
I called KyuHyun to come up to my dorm instead of my going down there.
He needed the exercise anyway, right?
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Sungmin cat ears and lip-synching to some girl groups' songs left a permanent memory in my mind after I came off watching that night's Chunji.
After looking like that, you'd seriously wonder just who the hell made him take up martial arts as a sport.
And why?
It's just too fascinating just by thinking about it. I swear I'm getting to that point where I believe I could create a new breakthrough discovery in gender research studies - regarding just what exactly Sungmin is.
Maybe I should think of him as an alien of some sort.
Aish.
It was nearing 2 am, and why I went back to reading the boring translation papers I did with Kibum after that was something I couldn't understand either. I should be falling asleep, you know. Because I really did feel sleepy like, a minute ago.
I should put a poster on my ceiling. Something corny like those inspiration cardboards they sell at church stalls after mass.
You know, like a picture of a cute fluffy white kitten in the meadows, with a super power slogan below it that goes: "The only journey is the journey within".
Something Star War-ish, that kind? I really needed to go to sleep, man.
My attention span began to wane again the more I looked at the written words, keeled over it on the sofa of the living room I was in.
I swear I've read this line down to this line, but now...I couldn't remember if I actually did read through it.
The way KyuHyun's sharp features were beaming just now, watching Sungmin and his energetic overdrive with those cat ears on his head via live streaming (on my laptop), told me that he was pretty serious to where he wanted them both to stand in this budding (and forbidden)relationship.
He was watching the entire thing with that kind of tilt of the head that a person would do when they find something ridiculously humorous and cute, and adores it to hell.
He'd laugh whenever Sungmin laughed.
He went "aw" randomly, and giggled a lot in between. Then he'd grin some more, and obviously didn't care that I had been staring at him and could possibly be thinking that he was behaving like an idiot.
Is this...L-O-V-E?
And they always say : Love is indeed, blind.
For KyuHyun's case it's : Love is not caring what Henry Lau wants to think of me right now.
I was blown away at this kind of transformation in him.
The towering ego KyuHyun oppa, was reduced to nothing more than a mere giggling idiot in love - just by those simple, cutesy gestures made by an intangible Sungmin on screen.
And to think I would never see a vampire titter so much like a giddy bird.
Finally, I stifled a really huge yawn.
I was putting my papers away when a soft knock came from the front door.
"Hi!"
Sungmin's bright smile almost blinded me the second I opened it.
"Hi," I said, wondering why I actually returned that with an even bigger smile. I looked over his shoulder, and did a quick assessment from where I was standing.
He was alone.
Why was that important again?
"What's up?" I asked, opening the gate for him to enter. "Come on in."
He shook his head at that. "Oh no, it's okay. I've to be quick. I just came here to give you this, Henli ah..."
I had to wonder just what a small paper bag like this could possibly contain when he handed it to me. Sungmin left with a soft "see you tomorrow!", leaving me staring at the damn bag before I decided to see what was inside.
It was an orange. And it was shaped very much like a heart, which impressed me.
I realized that there was something carved onto the bright colour of the skin.
"Henry 사랑해요!"
Awww....
Hey..........
Henry oppa sounds good too, you know?
But nu-uh…no way. It's impossible. I can never do this.
You said it yourself, Henry Lau.
Prevention is always, always better than cute.
I mean CURE.
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Read the rest of the previous entries :
Entry #1 : I started blabbering (a Henry Lau P.O.V)
Entry #2 : I started blabbering, again.
Entry #3 : Title : I started seeing things.
Entry #4 : Title : I started panicking
Entry #5 : Title : I started conversing
Entry #6 : Title : Blame lethargy
Entry #7 : Title : Reaaaaaaaaally
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I seriously hope this didn't bore you. LOL. thanks for reading again! :)
AH SORRY FOR MY LOUSY SKILLSSSSSSSSSSSSSS IN LJ-CUTTING OH DEAR SORRY.
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