Garnet Cradle Fangirl Spot : The Meeting of Sariya

I’m sorry, this deserves a post all unto itself.

Cause I finally met THE Sariya.

*swoons into a heap of puddle*

Otome games should do wet-shirt buff guy CGs more, that’s all I have to say.

Follies of Being Single #4 & #5 : Platonic Relationships and Friendships

Back when I started this tongue-in-cheek series I never really thought it would go so far, i.e. it was just something at the moment that was bugging me, and I would write and rant about it on the blog. The bull I get from other people in accordance to my being single lark is simply amazing.

So, imagine my current surprise now, when I’ve found not one, but two, follies about this whole being single lark.

So, people, the usual image . . .

. . . and let’s hit folly #4 and #5 of being single, in this gigantic rant post.

Garnet Cradle First Preview

. . . before the first choice option.

Yes, finally I’m putting up a post related to playing otome games once again since forever I’m excited too! Fangirling opportunities galore!

The Right Time to Panic

I enjoyed watching Korean drama My Lovely Sam-Soon a while ago (in my attempts to procrastinate and not think about my boring-er assignments).

It was funny, without my skipping a lot of bits (one of my tendencies when watching Asian dramas because I totally hate all those *pause* scenes in which they film a scene from several different angles for goodness-knows-what reasons), and I totally loved Sam-soon and her wild imaginations (which, you know, are eerily familiar . . .), and the best bit of the show, in my opinion, is

WATCHING DANIEL HENNEY IN HIS ROLE AS DR. HENRY KIM, EVEN WITH HIS LIMITED SCREEN TIME.

Moral of the Story : Don’t Fix What Ain’t Broken

So after contemplating for REALLY, REALLY long about whether or not to return to wordpress (because seriously, I prefer wordpress over blogspot ANY time), here I am back again on my favorite website, my own http://phoenixrose.wordpress.com/.

I don’t know. Blogspot doesn’t inspire me to write very much, and the HTML is confusing, to say the least.

So here I am, back again (for good) this time. Sorry to those people who fixed their links when they link to me, and now having to fix again (that is, if you want to link back to me again, of course).

Still, it’s good to be back. If I still have any readers left here *does a big wave* See you soon!

Is this coincidence or hitsuzen (必然)？

After watching XXXHolic-Kei, I was affected with the idea that there is meaning in everything that happens in life, you just have to see the connection between seemingly separate events. So, because I was stalking looking at Japanese boybands videos on Youtube today I was tempted to check out KAT-TUN and Arashi’s songs on Youtube too because are these guys HOT or what to expand my knowledge and hearing tastes in Japanese pop culture, when thanks to the almighty Wikipedia, I realized that -

One of the members of KAT-TUN is named Kamenashi Kazuya.

Favorite Fantasy Friends

When I was younger I remember wanting everyone to like me.

Now that I’m older I don’t like a lot of everyone, and I’m perfectly fine if they feel the same way too. In fact, I prefer it. I feel awful when I don’t like someone but they think they are friends with me . . . that is until they become annoying and I become totally irritated. As long as we don’t harm/hurt each other and stay the hell out of each other’s way, we can co-exist peacefully on Earth.

To quote Grandma Cabot (Meg Cabot reference) : ‘You’re not a hundred dollar bill. Not everyone is going to like you.’

I love hundred dollar bills and I want lots of them in the future.

Men and Broadbands

Back home in Malaysia I used to frequently complain that Streamyx, one of the names of the broadband services available in Malaysia, was just like a man.

Slow, faulty, and not performing up to par when you’ve expected it to.

Scratch expected, it was hope that who knows, out of all the lousy broadband services Streamyx provided, mine would still be semi-okay. It soon turned out hope was hopeless.

Streamyx is hopeless, despite all the monthly sixty dollars a month that has been invested in it in the name of my account.

High School Crushes and Dead Puppies

I was just having a perfectly fine conversation about relationships and love with a friend the other day, and then I heard the unmentionable lament from her (at least for me) -

“Sometimes I regret that I didn’t have a relationship when I was attending an institution where I was wearing a uniform.”

Okay people. Don’t get excited, we ain’t talking about prison or a mental institution, though the way I feel about it, it might have been both.

Thank goodness I got out.

We’re talking, people, about high school.

And oh yes. High school love. Puppy crushes, and days of falling in love with a guy who, out of some kind of miracle, DOES actually look good in his uniform.

The Romantic Cynic? Well, She’s Writing This.

Continuing on my romantic cynic thing that I had going on in my last post, I was more acutely aware of how much I had changed since my bright-eyed romantic away-with-the-fairies days when I finally finished watching Sex and the City Season 3 last night.

Well, yes, I know it’s a long time since the third season was on screen and DVD, but I was probably a little too young to watch it then.

And quite frankly, it’s still pretty relevant. Manolo Blahniks and Jimmy Choos are still relevant, and so, therefore, the show is good.

Case closed.