Love Languages 

Annyeong Yorobun!  Hope everyone has survived another Manic Monday. I have been busy moving of late, but I came up with this awesome idea and I just HAD to share!  Have you ever noticed that when you start loving k dramas, everyday things start to leak in? For example, my sister in college had to…

Validation

Validation Why is it that validation is so important to me? I think that a lot of people feel this way, but I really wonder why. In case, I am the only one that feels this way, I will speak in the first person only. I like to say I don’t care what people think….

Under the Texan Sun

So, I don’t like to take photos. Not of myself, not of other people, not of places. I do like to take pics of my dog sometimes, but I am lazy about that too. But today, I went out of the box and took a selfie. (Or as we Kdrama addicts say, a selca) Anyways,…

Texas Thunderstorm 

So for the past year, I have been living with my sister in Texas which is a story all on it’s own. But our time here is short. Come May, we should be able to move back to California. Which I am looking forward to SO much.  Anyways, I am mentioning this because it is…

Mr. Bingley…the dog

If you are wondering why his name is Mr. Bingley, I think this picture kind of explains it. He is cute and sweet but totally clueless! I will be the first to admit this is a filler post, dedicated to my dog, Mr. Bingley. Sometimes when I have no plans the next day I will…

Fan Fiction will be the death of me….

Okay so I made the mistake of checking for K drama fan fictions.  I can only blame myself too…stinkin’ Second Lead Syndrome! Don’t do eeeeeeeet!!! Resist!!!! Because, let me tell you most of the stories are basically recaps.  And it is a black hole that you will never escape. But if you insist on checking…

My story, continued…

The thing is…I just can’t seem to write down that final chapter.  I know how I want it to end, but I want to just go back and start over again.  I mean I will have to eventually so that I can make sure my beginning and end match.  But on the other hand, I…

The Shadow of the Opera Ghost

This story goes back to my childhood.  When I was 9 years old, my parents took me to New York.  And it was fabulous except for one thing-they left me behind when they went to see the Phantom of the Opera, and just like that an obsession was born.  When I was twelve, I read…