The Young Bubble

Hey bubblies. Fangirling is such a rush of adrenaline. When your "bias" appears somewhere or is recorded doing something cool or what on the ever; uber "kyaaaa" or other girly excited sound (p.s. I have actually "kyaaaaa!"ed while fangirling, lol)  Its all cool and dandy till it passes a line. That line is crossed when we follow them after spotting with a in hand pointed them recording what we aren't sure they would have liked publicized. Its like paparazzi only with guerrilla tactics. Everybody could whip out a camera, kindly ask for a signature or picture or and follow you around without your say so. Yeah, nothing bad is said. In fact, a lot of [idol]ization goes on (didja catch the pun? huhuhuhu).  But still, being filmed when you didn't intend on it can be stressful. So lets be fan-persons (boys and girls) who are respectful of the other person's feelings, bias or otherwise. Let's not trigger their fight or flight mechanisms,...

WHY Why why Do I feel like if I do this I'll hurt this one or do that and hurt that one and let it be so that one over there can feel like I take their advise to heart. what about what I like. what about what i feel. can i have it my way? is the only way i can have it my way if I do it myself? I've always never tried, never put effort into it because I knew if I did this is what I'd get. And it feels so damned aggravating and painful to be right. Yes, thank you for your effort. I asked for something simple but you thought this would be best. After seeing best I asked that it be scaled down to better, What I felt comfortable walking around in. But no I am ungrateful. I do not acknowledge effort. I chose these. THESE are the two things I have found and think would look good on me. "NO" my choices are torn to shreds. "no no too this... Not that, no... not... its nice, but... no... no... no no no. I know I make it hard to do but,... Stay bu...

Dealing, its hard, when someone you love passes away. Other than the loss of a life loved, I am most displeased with how everyone expects those who loved a life lost to be walking representations of hardship, pain and depression. Dealing comes in all shapes and sizes. Its not always the one who cries a river that hurts the most and its not always the one who can't shed a tear who wished death upon them. This just goes to say that reactions to everything run the whole gamut, death included. When I lost my father I left the hospital room where his uninhabited body lay and walked around the hospital. To be honest I was waiting till the last minute praying my Daddy would be the twenty first century Lazarus.  TYB

So I have started watching Oh My Venus [even though I definitely shouldn't be anywhere near a drama right now]. And let me tell you it is the shiznits. First lil miss Shin Min-Ah up in this shindig. Then add a buff of So Ji-Sup. Lets not forget some onscreen chemistry... and you just made the best pretty buff drama I'm going to not only enjoy the antics of this drama, but I will also use Joo-Eun's transformation as motivation for my transformation. Along with my thoughts on I will track my waist and thigh measurements, face size and weight here on a weekly basis. For the face size, I'll just take a selfie everyday; not sharing those. Sorry, not sorry,  Date  Waist, thigh measurents  Weight (lb, Kg)  11/26/15: Today is turkey day...  148, 68 12/02/15 First kiss!! 캬ㅏㅏ!!!! 144.5, 67.8 TYB

So Daniel Henney is fine but he is so typecasted. I feel like he always plays  the same character: a foreign (read American) business man in an Asian  country. My Lovely Samsoon Seducing Mr. Perfect Shanghai calling I hope he plays a different character the next time I see him. He's good looking and all, but that too  can wear thin.

Too cocky too soon. I was riding down Hanover parkway towards Mandan road listening to "that girl is on fire", being all cocky, trying to show off how cool I was to the cars that passed by or had to drive behind me.  I successfully showed off on Hanover parkway. Mandan road however,  was a different story.  As I pedaled very quickly trying to live up to my ego and past the expectations of my unwilling audience I noticed that my bike and I were quickly heading toward an unsavory end. In those fractile seconds I calculated the potential injuries that may arise were my bike and I to meet the fate that was the butimen covered streets together and how bone and iron would play several games of tensile strength and came to the conclusion that I'd rather they did not play thus. My hands let go and my feet pushed off and I... I let God. Without its two legged pilot, my two wheeled vehicle skidded on its side as I was catapulted a car's length ahead. Alas my audience was ente...

15510 - Divorce lawyer in love - Ep 7 ending- how come all these single ladies know how to tie ties. (If I was a guy, I'd feel weird if my girlfriend knew how to do it before she met me because I'd think she's done it for some other guy!) TYB

Hey bubblies! I had some time on my hands, so I made a meme about a really really pretty boy: I think this one was too long. while I was at it I decide why not make more. I'll stop. I think I'm running out of creative juices. Anyways, I hope that made you smile a bit. Scratch that here are some existing memes that had me snickering up a storm... As always, stay bubbly! TYB

Hey bubblies! I give so much advice that I don't take. Take today for instance: I arrive at 한글날 around the time its ending. I tell people to make friends but I do not. Its so sad because I could technically have lots of Korean acquaintances. But I keep thinking I do not want to come off as an infatuated person, or a korea-boo as its now called. Especially guy Koreans. Because I am biased towards Korean guys. Its not that I'll fall head over hills in love with them but just that I'll be physically attracted to them. And i hate it when my feelings and emotions are betrayed before I wish for them to be. And then with girls its hard to approach those that are already all cliquey,Korean or otherwise. Girls are scary. I feel as if after our interaction ill be the butt of their jokes forever and ever.  And finally maybe my interest is an infatuation and I don't want to feed it. Or maybe I'm just afraid of rejection and I want to aviod rejection by not asking in the f...

The way I've lead my life leaves me wanting so much more. For example the last 8 years of my life could have been so much more active, or so much productive, so much more aspiring, so much more of so much more... I could have set goals for myself experimented in more ways life, love, art and faith. In my life I could have been childlike, I could asked the questions I longed to ask save for fear that if I ask them it would seem as if I was rejecting God, rejecting religion. But that's just a part of what I could have done that is so much more. I could have been so much more. I can still be so much more. the entirety of the rest of my life lies  before me. The words that I say, every one of them, a new beginning. The much more that I desire, it's within my grasp. The questions I want to ask, God's ears are open I only need ask; I only need to look forward and test the waters by doing more; to producing more and to be more active. The entirety of existence has not end...

안녕 버블리스 난 몰라지만 극적인이에요. 그런데도 요즘 약한 사람 같아요. 늦게 일어나고 좀 운동도 하면 피곤해요. 오늘 사서함에 역을 받았어요. 약을 먹어서 기분이 낫으면 좋겠다. 지금 먹을까. 버브리 계속 해! ㅌㅇㅂ

Yo bubblies, I just saw a movie trailer that I think I want to watch: The Duff. Here's the trailer: A duff is a designated ugly fat friend. I think I might be the designated ugly fat friend of my friend group: frumpiest of them all, low self esteem but high standards type of girl. lolz Anyways, I want to watch this movie. As of now (15123) this is what I think of it. For the first time, I can agree with the movie plot that the girl isn't the prettiest. I mean the girl is not ugly. What I mean by this is that she seems to have normal ( my proportions) and in comparison to her friends and the her ever hateful queen bee, lets just say she wouldn't be scouted by modeling agencies. I think her man interest already had a crush on her from their childhood and he missed her since she was always withher gal pals. That's the one reason the whole thing happened with him telling her shes a duff. Maybe my logic is flawed. IDK tell me your theories. The mean girl...

Hey Bubbles, So that familiar feeling I mentioned in "To see or not to see",  well it was dead on point.  I did see someone I would rather not have seen. I know that for sure becuase I saw them again today; had my glasses on we had parallel although opposite paths; and the bookbag was the same bookbag that I saw riding on the bike rider's back [I like weird looking bookbags]. But Zayum, why?! Now that I have resolved certain privacy issues I feel more at ease discussing this unwarranted appearance before the existence that is currently my life. So I saw a familiar face that I thought was long gone. I wanted to verify weather or not it was a similar face or that familiar face so I sought the current occupation of that person and clicked a link to LinkedIn. Now at this pont it ran through my head that I may be logged in to LinkedIn and if so this person would know that I visited their profile (I know this sounds stalker-ish, but hear me out). For some dumb reason I let...

Its getting colder outside with a heat flare every once in a while. Rain too falls heavily once in a while and some times daily. But its obvious its falling season. The temperature falls, leaves fall, rain falls, people too fall (cause its slippery  outside). Ah but emotions too fall. Falling feelings nestle into hearts and minds and homes. The cold feeling freeze extremities as well as the center. Hot chocolate, warm pastries and just brewed coffee; none of these can fight the cold. People hibernate in their individual spaces leaving their idle minds and hearts to fall prey to the falling feelings. They eat at what you believe what you love what binds you to other people and try to disassemble what binds you with Him.  The falling feelings make it so that even though its freezing, entropy is at its best. It is not something that must happen. You can enjoy the falling temperatures, the falling rain, the falling leaves, and at least find humor in falling without housing fallin...

Hey bubblies, I feel so negative at times, yes even though I call you (the readers) bubblies, I am not bubbly all the time. Like now TYB

UHM... So yesterday I think saw someone I didn't want to see; someone I thought would be long gone from my hemisphere. I didn't confirm the identity, but the familiar felling lurked about me like an eager dog. plus deductively if that person where still within this area, that is the most logical place to have seen them. So today I didn't see someone I wanted to see; someone who I intentionally try not to talk to because well: I am afraid I'm as clear as a newly purchased DWR Victoria Ghost Chair. Alas, life sent a recall in the form of exams and tings,... So I bid thee good day, until the next day. TYB

Yvette B.Tamukong. That is what my birth certificate reads. However, I have been called many other names in the few years my cells have been going through mitosis. Some of these words are medical, insulting, complementing and, of course, nicknames. I was called an embryo, a baby, a child, a pre-teen, a teen, an adolescent and, at last, an adult. I do not really think the term adult should be applied based on medical terms. An adult is someone who is responsible for themselves and is capable, if needed, of caring for another. As of now I do not believe myself to have met those conditions. So this the story of how I got so many names. I was born to Joseph and Florence T on the evening of monday, May *1, 19** in a providence called Wum. I was their first biological child together. Joseph had two children from a previous marriage: both boys. Gerald and Edwin are their names. Gerald is the eldest. And then there was Nadine. She is, in actuality, my cousin on my mothers side who was adopt...

Hey bubblies, I took an expected trip through the net today and happened to lay eyes on this hopelessly romantic paragraph. I wanted to share with all, singletons and attached both.  Relax your facial muscles because  the following is sure to put a smile on your face! I’m often perceived as visually “put-together” or styled in a way that is unapproachable and untouchable. Here I was, blessed with the very real possibility of my first second date in over a year and a half and goshdarnit I wanted to be touchable! I wanted to have shaken-out hair that I could casually flip and tuck behind one ear as I leaned in for a conspiratorial chuckle at some shared observation, and maybe it would fall from behind my ear and my date would reach out and tuck it back again and just then a bluebird would flutter in and land on my outstretched index finger and the bluebird and I would sing a lovely duet and then my date would join in on the third verse and I would wonder how he knew the so...

I hate myself for always losing things. I have lost over $2000 worth of merchandize from cameras to phones to clothes to actual money. $100 $20 Canon camera Some brand phone Canon camera Neck pillow Armani exchange glasses Iphone 4 tiny dainty gold rings Pashmina scarf Leather Jacket 500,000 won Jean Shirt A lot of water bottles A lot of earrings Lg phone vintage finger cuff Korean pen Striped cardigan Iphone 5s Medicated spectacles Samsung galaxy 3 I am sick and tired of this. I absolutely hate that things that I worked hard to get or that my friends and family especially thought I would appreciate or make good use of.  Its like oil is pouring down and nothing I do can hold the oil for a long time. I come up with plans and daily habits that should help me keep all my possessions in my possession.but on day i fail and it just slips out of my hands and into to storm drain that I am standing on never to be retrieved again. It like that my whole life. th...

사랑이가 참 더러워요. Love is so dirty. Everybody craves it; everybody has received it; everybody has given it; sometimes there's a giving but there's never receiving and sometimes it's not reciprocated. That's how love is: multifaceted. And sometimes with the giving but not receiving it's not always that there isn't a mutual love it's just different languages. As in I understand love is this and I expect you to do this and I expect you to say this and you see love as saying this love is doing this and love is just sometimes unspoken. Sometimes one just feels as if love is articulated by the carbon and oxygen atoms that once inhabited our bodies forgetting that they to are preoccupied with their own electric relationships to bother with ours, yours, and theirs. Love is just like english: its different depending on which country you are in or even where your english tutor is from. In other words love is different depending on who ...