Kim Jaejoong's Forest Of Hirst And Teeth

Forgive the horrible pun. It's just that with all the wide-eyed-lost-in-the-woods nonsense going on in his video, I couldn't help being reminded of The Forest Of Hands And Teeth - which, incidentally, I didn't really like.

But back to subject.

I guess it'd be an understatement to say I've been having a wonderful time with the Kim Jaejoong solo stravaganza - after all I have been spamming Facebook ever since the first teaser photos came out. It got to the point where my sister's opinion of the video for Mine ended up triggering a discussion among the writing crew about the proper way to address a vampire/angel hybrid. (Screw democracy, I still think Ampire is the best option.)

Anyway. We all know I can get verbose in the face of beautiful things that somehow resonate with me - in fact, it's happening right now -, so I have decided to articulate my scattered thoughts into one cohesive post. The short version: I think this is what fantasies look like to asexuals with more fetishes than common sense. You know. Like myself.



And before you say anything, snakes are nature's nod to bondage. It counts as a fetish.

In The Correct Uniform

One exam done, one to go. Life has been nothing but books (the good, fictional kind), documentaries (it was 8:40 this morning as I was casually eating my morning toast and watching a rather entertaining one about hackers... and then when I got home I watched another one about the Natural History Museum in London and another one about fish), wearing these shorts until they start fitting properly, drinking lots and lots of water, and keeping myself on a very tight leash. Because you know what. Maybe I lied. Maybe I haven't made any resolutions for this year (or if I have I can't remember them). But I'm working on habits instead, and let me tell you, life flows quite smoothly when you commit yourself to doing (or not doing) certain things everyday.

Case in point: my Tumblr account has been logged off for the past 14 days. Oh glorious freedom from the blue scrolling demon. Though with the current Kim Jaejoong solo stravaganza, I've been taking my rants to Facebook, so I'm not sure whether I chose the right timing for this.

Either way, we soldier on.
xx

PS - But don't think you won't be hearing all about my highly constructive thoughts soon. You will, as soon as the album's out. You will.

Wonderloft

Remember that time I posted a set of interior design photos and called them "Miss Havisham ditches her old manor, moves to Mexico and dedicates herself to dreamcatchers and herb gardens"? Well, I'd like to name these "24-year-old bachelor Walter Rothschild time travels to the twentieth first century, bringing with him a penchant for zoological oddities but very little patience for dusting".

I was going to say I should start writing these things down, but... yeah.








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In all seriousness though, Walter Rothschild was an impossibly cool guy. Assuming you know who he was, you probably know that he had a carriage pulled by zebras. You might have seen that great photo of him riding a giant tortoise. But did you know he was also 6'3", and rather shy? Did you know he started his first natural history museum when he was ten, after three years of stating he would? Did you know he never married? Seriously. Victorian soulmate right there.

xx

PS - That humanoid-y thing with teeth is a dental phantom, by the way. Pretty cool. In case you ever find one lying around... I'll totally accept it as a Christmas gift.