#Chinese sty

[chinesehanfu]

【Historical Artifact Reference】:

Wei and Jin Dynasties Relics：<“Mulberry picking portrait brick/采桑画像砖>

[Hanfu・漢服]Chinese Eastern Han Dynasty--Wei and Jin Dynasties Traditional Clothing Hanfu & Hairstyls

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Recreation Work & Hanfu： @乔织原创汉服设计

🔗Taobao：

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[honeylations]

KIM CHAEWON x FEM!READER

Prompt: All your members in Aespa (excluding yourself) are extremely close with Le Sserafim so Minjeong thought it was a great idea to invite the girls over to the dorm without letting you know. It only took Chaewon one look at you before unholy thoughts started to cloud her mind.

Warnings/Notes: g!p reader, 5th member Aespa, reader is tall, reader was born in 2003, eventual smut, unprotected sex, reader is a gamer, tomboyish reader(?)

Minjeong, Jimin, and Aeri were heard giggling at the front door with a couple more unfamiliar voices, hearing one of the Aespa members punch the dorm code in before letting their 5 guests in.

As they entered, they found Yizhuo placing the final plate in the dishwasher before she wiped her hands on her apron.

“Hi Ning!” Yunjin greeted excitedly.

“Oh hey girls! Welcome to our home”

Then all eyes found you sitting at the kitchen island eating a plate of fried chicken with rice, all while only wearing basketball shorts and your black bra. You stopped mid chewing to make awkward eye contact with your guests and your members shaking their head at you.

“Uh…hi” you smiled with full cheeks that Le Sserafim giggled at.

Chaewon blinked comically, being a little stunned at your boyish charms which was a huge contrast to how you were seen in the Aespa music videos. From pastel pink mini skirts to Lakers basketball shorts, Chaewon couldn’t think of anything else other than ‘holy shit Y/n is hot. Take me take me take me’.

Her thoughts were broken from Jimin’s heavy sigh. “Oh my god Y/n, go put a shirt on. We have guests”

“I wasn’t told about any guests!” You said in defence.

“Well now we have guests. Go upstairs and wear a damn shirt please”

You frowned, which Chaewon found absolutely adorable, before you eyed the 3 pieces of fried chicken left on your plate. “I’m not done eating”

“Go wear a shirt. Then come back down to finish your food.” The Aespa leader said in a tone. “And also, why are you at the island? We have a dining table for a reason!”

“I wanted to stay close to Yizhou Unnie!”

Yizhuo giggled and kissed your temple. Chaewon felt her heart go heavy, wishing that she was in the Chinese member’s place to be kissing you so freely. She knew it was just a big sister thing for Yizhuo to do but it doesn’t stop Chaewon from praying to the Gods.

“Our maknae is so cute”

“I’m not cute” you quickly announced as you stood up and stretched, letting everyone see your rock hard abs.

“Quit being a show off” Aeri scoffed, making you wiggle your brows and wink at Chaewon.

“Don’t get too excited ladies”

“Oh my god, just go!” Aeri laughed hard as you ran upstairs for a few minutes and returned in a matching Lakers basketball jersey.

“You go for Lakers too, Y/n-ssi?” Chaewon asked, feeling victorious that she managed to say something after checking you out since her arrival.

“Hell yeah, I’m a huge fan!”

“Like a really huge fan. You should see her room” Jimin smirked at you. “Feel free to check it out”

Your eyes went wide, knowing that your room was an absolute pig sty littered with empty Monster cans from your late night gaming, dirty laundry, and worst of all, the Chaewon photocards stuck at the bottom of your monitors.

And also your Chaewon desktop background.

Your older members knew about your adorable obsession with the Le Sserafim leader so bringing the girls in was definitely a way for them to tease you.

“Can we not offer my room like that please?” You grumbled, earning a giggle from everyone.

Ignoring the tease, you looked at Chaewon who was still staring at you like a gem. “Have you been to any Lakers game Y/n-ssi?”

“No I haven’t unfortunately. And please call me Y/n, Chaewon Unnie. Pretty faces like yours get a that pass” you winked.

Minjeong gagged and slapped the back of your head. “No flirting with the guest!”

“I WAS COMPLIMENTING HER!”

“Anyways, we’re gonna stay down here and watch a couple of movies if you want to join” Minjeong added, showing the bags of snacks and drinks she bought before coming home.

You waved your hand politely. “No thanks Unnie. I recently got a new game and want to play it!”

“Oh you game?” Sakura asked excitedly, finally finding someone who shared the same hobby.

“Absolutely! You can call me obsessed”

Chaewon pouted that your attention went to the eldest member and she couldn’t think of another sentence to bring up with you so she sighed in defeat.

“What game did you get?”

“I got the recent Call of Duty game. Have you played it yet?”

Sakura jumped on the spot like a cute puppy. “Not yet! Please let me know if you like it or not!”

“Will do. I’ll head upstairs now. Enjoy your movies!” You waved as you walked but Yizhou stopped you.

“Hey, your food!”

“Oh yeah, I’m not hungry anymore. I’ll just put it in the fridge and eat it later”

Yizhuo stopped you again. “No bub, it’s okay I’ll do it for you. Just text me if you need any snacks and I’ll send it up”

“You’re the best. I love you Unnie” you smiled and disappeared upstairs.

“You’re more like Y/n’s girlfriend than older sister, Ning” Yunjin winked, sending Yizhuo into a gagging fest.

“Don’t say that about my maknae please. She’s an only child and I swore to her parents I’d take care of her. DONT MAKE IT WEIRD!”

“I’m just teasing~ Our Chaewonie here kinda has a crush on your maknae”

The Aespa girls’ eyes went wide, looking at Chaewon in shock. “REALLY?!”

“YAH HUH YUNJIN YOU JERK!!” Chaewon whined and started punching at the taller girl’s arm.

“Is that true!?” Jimin questioned and Chaewon shyly nodded.

“Ahhh so cute!” Aeri clapped her hands. “We can totally help you”

“NO THANKS! Let’s watch the movie now” Chaewon almost screamed and walked past the girls.

Not until Minjeong spoke up. “Uh Chaewon, the living room is this way”

Chaewon came scurrying back. More embarrassed than before. “I knew that”

3 hours later, the two groups had already gone through two movies. Chaewon’s hand felt gross after going crazy on the Doritos so she stood up, confusing the other girls. “Sorry, need to wash my hands”

Jimin nodded. “Bathroom is upstairs at the end of the hall”

Chaewon thanked her briefly and ran upstairs but by the time she reached the top, she had forgotten Jimin’s directions.

‘You can memorise choreo but can’t memorise the way to a bathroom?’ Chaewon scolded herself mentally.

She looked between a bunch of doors and played eenie meenie miny moe before turning the knob on the door to her right. It was definitely not the bathroom.

Instead it was a huge bedroom that was only lit by the pretty gaming setup in the corner, flashing a pretty purple from its monitors.

Thankfully Chaewon doesn’t know that you spent all that time cleaning your room while they watch their movie.

Feeling intrigued, she welcomed herself further into the room to take a closer look at the computers and was shocked to see photocards of herself taped to it. The computer was left open so she saw the Chaewon wallpaper aswell.

“Wha—“

“What are you doing here?” A deep voice spoke from behind, making Chaewon jump back.

“O-Oh Y-Y/n hi!” She smiled awkwardly.

“Did my Unnies send you to tell me something or are you snooping around?”

“I didn’t mean to come in here I swear! I was looking for the bathroom” Chaewon reasoned, both scared and turned on at your serious expression.

Like she was on a dangerous territory.

“I didn’t want you to see this. You’re probably creeped out now right? I’ll take them down—“ You reached for the photocards but Chaewon was quick to grab your wrist, surprising herself.

“No dont! I-I mean…I like it…”

“Really?”

“It’s cute. Didn’t know I was your bias…” She blushed and looked down at her feet but you held her chin and forced her eyes back up.

“Don’t shy away from me, pretty girl. I have an extra bathroom in here. Just walk through the door next to my bed”

Chaewon gulped at the touch and nodded. She dragged her short self to your personal bathroom and washed her hands before coming back out to see you fixing your basketball wallpapers.

“You must really love basketball”

You turned around and smiled, finding Chaewon pretty under the dim purple light. “I do. My dad got me into it when I was young. If I wasn’t an idol, I’d definitely pursue basketball as a career”

“You’d suit it”

You slowly approached the shorter idol. “Is that so?”

Chaewon started to back away but you kept moving forward until her back met the wall. “Y-Yeah. You should totally teach me how to play s-sometime”

You trapped her between your body and leaned your hand on the wall, tilting your head mockingly which got Chaewon’s head spinning. “Mhm. We can play other things Unnie…that’s if, you know, you’re up for it?”

The older girl stared into your eyes, quickly flickering her gaze to your lips. All it took was your charming smirk for Chaewon to give in, grabbing you by your jersey and cursing under her breath.

“Fuck, I can’t do this anymore” She muttered and pulled you down to taste your lips.

You held her waist with your free arm and tilted your head to kiss her deeper, even boldly pushing your tongue inside her needy mouth.

“Fuck. Wait” The shorter pulled away, feeling herself fall harder at your lustful stare.

The hand on her waist moved up to her face, gently caressing it like she was treasure. The soft touch got Chaewon fluttering her eyes closed. “The door, Y/n”

You glanced at the opened door and then looking back at Chaewon. “What, you don’t want the girls hearing how good I’m gonna fuck you?”

Oh that sounded so hot. But Chaewon remembered Eunchae was also here. She can’t have the baby hearing her leader get dicked down.

“Hm maybe another time then” She heard you chuckle, pushing off the wall to lock your door and going back to her.

You swiftly pulled the jersey over your head, letting Chaewon see the glorious abs again and the silver chain resting at your collarbones. Finding some confidence, the Le Sserafim member ran her palm across the hard muscles, softly biting her lip and looking up at you.

“You make me feel crazy, Pretty girl. Want to ruin you so bad”

It’s insane how soaked Chaewon was now, practically feeling her panties and shorts stick to her throbbing cunt. “Yes please ruin me, baby. Only want you”

You hummed as you unbuttoned her cropped shirt, slowly revealing the lace bra underneath, immediately pulling the top off her body and admiring the plump clothed breasts.

“So good for me. So perfect”

Chaewon muffled her whines when you massaged her tits, going in for another messy kiss and laying her on your soft king sized bed.

“Need this off” She mumbled against your lips while she removed the rest of her clothes, finally laying naked underneath you.

“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any more perfect” You whispered, eyeing her drenched pussy.

You kneeled before the bed and pulled Chaewon in by her legs so her cunt was finally positioned in front of your face. “Been imagining this for too long. I’m gonna eat you out so good, Princess. Need you to stay quiet for me, okay?”

“Yes ma’am”

Yeah Chaewon was lying. How could she stay quiet the moment you gave a long lick up her slit? You groaned at her sweet taste and going in for more, licking her up like you’ve been starved.

She found comfort in holding your head, wanting you impossibly closer. You held her down while you sucked at her puffy clit, immediately sending Chaewon over the edge as she came on your face.

Her liquids dropped down your chin but your tongue never stopped. Chaewon started to tear up from the overstimulation yet she couldn’t escape from your strong hold on her small frame.

Your index and middle finger prodded inside her entrance unannounced, already going in and out at a fast pace. Chaewon bit on the back of her hand as she felt the second orgasm crashing through.

She wriggled beneath you, pulling your mouth away as you felt her starting to tighten around your fingers. That’s when the unexpected happen.

The older girl’s legs shook as she was squirting all over you, whimpering your name behind her palm as you slowed down.

“Holy fuck, Chae”

“I-I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to mess your bed” she cried full tears.

You crawled up and shushed her whimpers, letting her taste herself and Chaewon felt proud she tasted this good. Resting your forehead against her’s, you caressed her soft cheeks and smiled. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

“Can you not flirt in the middle of this please?” She hissed and slapped your arm.

“Sorry. You turn me on so much, fuck”

Chaewon leaned up on her elbows as you took a step back to remove your shorts and boxers, finally revealing the monster you packed underneath. The older’s eyes widened as you stroked yourself.

“So fucking hard for you, pretty face” you panted.

She crawled over to you and replaced your hands with her smaller one’s, turning you on even more. Everything about her was so small, it drove you mad.

“That feel so good, baby but we can’t take too long” you reminded her as disappointed as you were.

“Aw but I wanna stay here with you. Let you fuck me good until sun rise”

You stopped her hand on your cock and laid her down again to hover on top. “I know but it’ll have to be another day, Princess. Our members will kill us”

The older girl saw you reach for a condom in your drawer but she placed a hand on your shoulder. You halted your movements and looked at Chaewon with confusion. “What’s wrong, Princess?”

It was too late for her to feel embarrassed about what she was gonna say. “W-We won’t need that”

“You take pills?” You asked genuinely, chucking the unopened condom wrapper back in its home.

“Uh…not really, but I will after this!”

It clicked in your head instantly. “Lucky for you, I have a breeding kink aswell. Fill you up until your body is full”

Chaewon squirmed when you pushed the head of your cock inside her soaked hole, becoming a bit difficult with how she was squeezing you. You rubbed her waist and peppered her face with kisses. “Princess, I need you to relax okay? I can’t fully go in if you keep…ah…clenching”

“It hurts, Y/n-ie”

“Look at me, Princess”

Chaewon gulped and slowly opened her tear filled eyes.

“There’s my pretty girl. I’ll take the pain away, I promise”

Thankfully, Chaewon had the strength to nod in response before you gently kissed her lips. Not aggressive like before and it really helped the older girl focus on your soft lips rather than the pain she was feeling in her stretched cunt.

Giving on last peck, you hid your face in her neck and groaned. “I’m fully in now, baby. I’ll be slow”

Chaewon’s back arched as you slowly pulled out and pushed in. “F-Fuck Y/n”

“Your pussy feels so good, Princess. Will fuck it so hard you only beg for my cock and no one else’s”

Chaewon pushed your lips further into her neck while you quickened your thrusts, the wet slapping noises beginning to become louder in the room.

“Ah…Ah Y/n! Fuck me like that, yes!”

You were quick to cover her mouth from releasing any more loud noises. “Shhh. Gotta be quick, baby. Take my cock”

One hand kept Chaewon’s legs apart as you began drilling into her like there’s no tomorrow. The Le Sserafim member clawed at your back and began drooling all over your palm from the intense pleasure.

“Yes yes yes Chaewon, need you to cum on my cock. Fucking soak me like a good bitch”

Chaewon’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as you pounded into her ferociously, the knot getting tighter in her stomach before it finally snapped when you pinched her clit.

She cried hard into your hand and shook violently beneath you. Seeing the orgasm hit her so hard got you reaching your limit too, sinking your teeth into her neck as you shot all your cum inside her abused pussy.

“F-Fuck…oh fuck, Chae. That’s it, baby. Such a good girl”

You laid on top of her breathlessly before gently holding her hand. “Please don’t go yet, pretty girl. Stay with me for the night”

It wasn’t like she wanted to leave anyways. She hugged you tightly and brushed your hair back. “I’m not going anywhere”

After a quick wash up and change of sheets, you allowed the older girl to sleep on your bed while you checked your phone, finding a lot of messages from your members.

[Minjeong Unnie🥸: keep your dick in your pants next time]

[Jimin Unnie😇: your horny jerk, we continued our movie sesh at Le Ssera’s dorm. You’re lucky Eunchae was asleep]

[Yizhuo Unnie😍: We’re gonna have a talk once we get back.]

[Aeri Unnie🙄: whore.]

“Yeah seems like you’ll be staying with me” You spooned the smaller idol and kissed her nape.

The next morning, Chaewon hissed as she limped downstairs to find your (again) shirtless self sitting at the kitchen table. You had your glasses on and typing away on the keyboard with a fresh cup of coffee sitting beside your phone.

Chaewon hugged you from behind and kissed your lips. “Morning”

“Good morning, pretty girl. Made you breakfast” you winked and gestured at the plate of a full English breakfast across you.

“Thank you. Have you seen my phone?”

“Charging besides the couch right now. I got a call from Yunjin Unnie and she’ll be picking you up in an hour”

“I wanna stay with you” Chaewon pouted.

You sighed and pulled her into your lap, kissing her lips over and over again. “I want you to stay too but we have schedules to go through. I’m free this weekend if you are. We can go out for dinner”

“Yeah sounds good”

You rubbed her waist lovingly. “So Miss Kim Chaewon, does this make you my girlfriend now or…”

“Thanks for asking after a long fuck sesh” she rolled her eyes, making you huff.

She then cupped your face and giggled. “Yes I am your girlfriend, dummy. I wouldn’t want anybody else”

“People are gonna think you’re some cougar now” you joked, earning a pinch to your ear.

“We’re only 3 years apart so shut your mouth”

“I’m kiddingggg! Now eat your breakfast before it gets cold. I prepared the meds next to your juice too” you tapped her butt, letting Chaewon hop off and sit in front of her plate.

“I love you” she whispered, red tinting her cheeks.

“I love you too”

“…”

“…cougar”

“YAH YOU JERK!”

[joelsmochi]

closer

rating: E 18+ pairing: tortured artist!Joel x black!girly!f!reader summary: Joel hits a creative block with a mural, leading him down a road of discovery and intimacy in ways he's never felt before. warnings: au/no outbreak, unspecified drug use + marijuana use, unprotected piv, sex while under the influence, consenting adults!!! age is not specified but we can assume joel is mid 40s, brief mentions of death + abusive relationships, ooc!Joel (he is not the same person he was 1/2 pill ago…), third person pov but most of it is from joel’s perspective, very fluffy sex they may have said i love you wc: 5.3k a/n: Happy New Year everybody! This was inspired by Closer by Goapele and Prisoner by The Weeknd & Lana Del Rey plus I was thinking too hard about the time I ate an edible that had too much THC for me to handle and I produced whatever this is. Hopefully tortured artist!Joel hasn’t happened yet because I felt creative with this one…

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The frayed paintbrush relentlessly slapped against the concrete wall, coating the discolored brick in thick layers of different browns, reds, and whites. Opaque smoke blurred his vision, yet he only let it inspire the strokes of his hand, creating a beautiful image that wasn’t clear to him yet.

Before he knew it, the sun had set; he sat on his hard leather sofa, massaging the twinge that had settled into his wrist while his face wore a disappointed scowl. He was displeased with his progress, the blob that was already half dry on the wall of his loft.

A rumble snuck into his stomach, forcing him to stand up and absentmindedly walk into the kitchen area. However, his disappointment grew when he opened the fridge to find nothing suitable for a proper meal. As he glared at the half-eaten yogurt and scarce 24-pack of beer, he decided to go and get Chinese food.

He lit up a cigarillo to accompany his walk around the block and across the street, tossing whatever was left into a sewer drain just in time for him to open the door to the restaurant.

“Miller,” a worker greeted with a smile, “your usual?”

Unknown to him, the smell of his cigar caught the attention of a waiting customer. She waited until he was done chatting with the employee to ask, “Cream?”

He did a double take, unsure if she was talking to him at first. She was tall, maybe five foot nine or five foot ten, with big hair and brown skin, and dressed in something far too lovely for her to be eating Chinese for dinner.

“I’m sorry?”

“You smell like cream-flavored cigars,” she said, sounding amused.

He felt unsure of how to respond, not wanting to seem rude, watching her diamond earrings gleam from the low yellow lighting. He paid for his food and answered. “Yeah, just had one.”

“Black and mild or swisher?”

“Blacks,” he answered, growing a little uneasy from the stranger questioning him despite the mundane topic. 

“My favorite,” she boasted, earning another look from him after he put his change in the tip jar. “They’re much smoother.”

The man didn’t respond, only offering a tight smile in return. The pair stood a few feet apart silently, listening to people chattering and utensils clanking behind the counter as they waited.

She smelled like expensive brown sugar perfume and cocoa butter, a sickly sweet combination that tickled his sense of smell. Her scent was reminiscent of a freshly baked cookie a kid couldn’t wait to dive into. She was dressed in a lovely skirt and a prissy top paired with a mix of gold and silver rings and necklaces and bracelets — two colors he usually hated paired together, but somehow, she made it blend beautifully.

Her makeup was soft, or so it seemed. It wasn’t too heavy, but her eyebrows were bold, as was the line drawn around her vermilion border. He noticed she blinked slowly but held her eyes wide as if she anticipated something to happen.

The employee’s voice brought the two adults out of their daydreams.

“Beef and broccoli and chow mein?” They asked.

The artist waited kindly for the woman to grab her bagged styrofoam container before reaching for his own; he walked a few feet behind her, suddenly feeling bad for his cold demeanor earlier once they were outside.

“You want one?” He called after her before she got too far away; she turned around with a frown, confused at his offering.

He reached into his pocket and held up a couple of fresh cigars. She grinned, secretly desperate for a smoke. Her heels clicked against the pavement as she strutted back towards him. She strutted like a cat, one leg crossing the other.

She allowed the man with the messy hair the privilege of placing the stick between her plump lips, keeping her eyes on his as he watched where he was lighting.

She took a long drag, waiting for him to get his cigarette lit before asking, “What’s your name?”

His eyebrow cocked up, and if she didn’t know any better, she’d say he was amused. But he answered anyway.

“Joel.” He sharply inhaled; she responded with her name and a smile, thick smoke spilling out from the spaces between her teeth as she gently exhaled. “You from around here?”

“No,” she said, “I like to travel. See new places. Find new things… Right now, I’m fixated on museums—art museums precisely.”

That piqued his interest. “Art? What kind of art d'you like?”

“Any art that speaks to me.”

Joel smirked at her answer as if it were funny. “Oh yeah? What speaks to you?”

Instead of her usual quick response, she pondered momentarily, trying to locate proper words to avoid rambling. “Suffering or excitement.”

He could only narrow his eyes at the vague response, but she spoke again before he could ask for an elaboration.

“You must like art,” she guessed correctly.

“I’m uh…” And there’s a long pause; the rhetorical shame of confessing what his job was had risen, but for what purpose? After a short internal debate, he finally admitted, “I’m an artist myself.”

Her eyes widened with excitement, which Joel found adorable. She asked him various questions: what kind of art he created, how long he’d been painting, his favorite creations…

He admired her interest in the subject and how she listened carefully and intently, clearly trying to understand as much as possible about him.

“How do you stay inspired all the time?”

Shit.

Joel’s mind ran blank for a few seconds, and he watched the woman’s face contort into confusion. She worried she’d brought up an unhealed wound and persisted that he didn’t need to answer.

“No, it’s nothing like that,” Joel assured, “I’ve honestly been at a block lately…”

“Oh.” She sounded relieved. “Do you do anything to help get over that?”

He sucked on his teeth as he thought of an appropriate answer, yet nothing came to mind. He couldn’t lie even if he wanted to. “Just wait for it to pass.”

“…Could... Could I see your art?”

For the first time, she seemed to be shy. Her teeth grimaced, and eyebrows crooked out of fear of rejection, but Joel was sure he was far more nervous than she was.

"Uh, sure..." He said hesitantly. "What I have at home is nothing special, but-"

"I'm sure it's beautiful," she interrupted. "I'm free right now if that works."

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This was unlike him: inviting a girl he'd just met into his home. She had something that enamored him. What was it, he wondered with each passing minute, was it her beauty or curiosity? Was it the way she smiled or how sweet her voice sounded? He couldn't ponder for much longer as she had already begun complimenting his home.

"A loft," she said while taking in the brick walls of his home that were littered with several paintings that all seemed to be works in progress. "It's cozy." Joel watched as her painted nails gently trailed over the armrest of his stiff couch just before she reached up to feel a painting of what seemed to be a little girl.

His staring made the woman laugh, and while he could admit he was being a bit precarious, he just wanted to ensure she wouldn't mishandle that particular piece. She didn't. She just reached to stroke the texture meant to resemble the girl's curly hair; she touched it for only a moment before pulling away and turning around.

After realizing the painting was sacred to him, she asked, "Is that someone you know?"

His shoulders and chest rose as he sucked in a melancholic breath, and she couldn't ignore the sadness that swarmed his eyes.

The woman was satisfied with no answer and moved on quickly. "May I eat with you?"

Joel gave her a stiff nod, his thoughts still filled with the traumatic memories of the girl in the photo.

They sat quietly and slowly ate their food, the lack of heat from their containers making the meal invaluable. The silence comforted him as it felt much different than the cold silence he was used to. No. Her silence was warm and comforting... Like a mother caring for a sick or sad or sleeping child. She didn't offer any awkward glances or stiff smiles. She didn't hide her joy or her optimism despite his distant demeanor.

Her eyes weren't as big as they were just an hour ago. Perhaps the food made her sleepy, he thought.

"Where ya from?" He figured he should at least be a good host.

"Rockport. It's a small town in Massachusetts. You?"

"Born and raised here," he answered.

"Really?" She squinted at him while poking at broccoli with a fork. "Never wanted to leave?"

Shrugging, he said, "Thought about leaving, never needed to."

"Is that painting supposed to be the same girl?"

She pointed to the spontaneous mural partly done on the big red wall opposite to them. He looked at it, forming different opinions and thoughts on his work.

"No. Not entirely sure what that one is yet," he grunted. "Needed to paint something, but I can't quite figure it out yet."

"You should do a self-portrait," she suggested with a wide grin. "I'd love to see how you see yourself."

"Nah, if I did that, it'd just be a college-ruled notebook with a bunch'a scribbles in it."

She chuckled at his pessimism, gaining a confused look from him. "So? Maybe someone would see something between the scribbles."

"I don't like painting myself," he said firmly.

She couldn't care less about his seriousness; she saw his need for perfection and keeping busy with work. Seeing the distress on the average person's face wasn't unfamiliar to her; all she wanted to do was take it away.

"Your art is lovely, Joel," she spoke truthfully, "For what it's worth, I think you'd paint yourself beautifully."

He chewed on his bottom lip for a few seconds, taking in her warm smile and gentle words.

"You're very kind," he admitted, "thank you."

The temptress walked and stood in front of the mural to admire the thick blobs of paint that were still tacky. She saw the vision but just as quickly saw the block.

"You seriously do nothing to help the creative blocks?"

With a slight frown, he shook his head to confirm. "Just try working on something else until I find my rhythm again."

"Why not? Why not music or movies or going outside for more than Chinese on a Thursday evening?"

Feeling a bit antagonized, Joel scowled at her. "I paint what's in my head, not around me."

"Maybe that's the problem." She sat close to him on the floor and nudged his shoulder with hers. "Maybe you've painted all you know, and you're stuck right now because there's nothing new inside that pretty little head a'yours."

"Flattery only gets you so far, sweetheart."

"It got me in your apartment, did it not?"

His scowl grew, and he felt no need to hide his annoyance from her.

"Just tryna help," she smirked.

"I don't need your help."

"Clearly not," she simpered; she pulled a bag of ground weed from her purse and held it up for him to see. "Maybe you need Mary's help."

"You're fucking joking."

"It helps me," she said softly. "When I don't smoke, I'm a very anxious and shy person."

Joel's eyes fell to her hands, which were beginning to work the weed into a paper very carefully, watching her roll it precisely. "Really?" He asked incredulously.

"Mock me all you want, Joel, but I must say that even a couple of hits can make you feel ten times better."

"Not interested," he quipped.

"Well... If weed isn't your speed, then maybe..." She licked the paper shut and placed it on the table, then reached in her purse again for a bag containing different colored pills. "...ecstasy would be more fitting."

"You expect me to take drugs from a stranger?" He asked.

She leaned her chin on his shoulder and whispered, "I'm no stranger, Joel. I'm your inspiration."

He found himself laughing at her choice of words, not paying her any mind as she climbed into his lap. She placed a pill between the rows of her teeth and bit down to break it in half, offering him whichever half was smaller.

"You don't have to if you really don't want to... But it will help."

Her voice was so enticing that Joel was sure he was already high from the affection she persisted in giving him.

"Help me paint?" He asked, still not entirely convinced.

"Help you create."

Joel thought about it: he had nothing left in his life to live for other than his talent for painting, and he even felt that it was being wasted on unproductive days and constant disappointments.

For months, all he wanted was to create one last masterpiece and to feel proud of it. If all it took was to give in to some strange form of peer pressure, then that's just what needed to be done.

Almost an hour later, however, his worries about art were set aside.

With his head lying in the pretty woman's lap, he tried remembering why he had been so angry before. He let her stroke the curly hairs on his head and trace his lips over and over again.

"You're doing good," she cooed gently.

"You're very, um," he swallowed between his heavy breaths, "nurturing."

He noticed the woman's eyebrow shift upwards, and an amused hum left her mouth. "Hm. No one's ever said that before."

"Really?" Joel began to realize how dry his throat became. "Well, it's a compliment."

"Thank you," she giggled. "Thirsty?"

"Mmhm," he moaned.

Reaching over to grab the water bottle on the floor, she took a long sip as she felt parched before holding his head up to help him drink some. He felt her sticky lip gloss around the rim and found himself latching even harder onto the plastic container.

She let him drink as much as he needed before closing the bottle and helping him stand up, urging him to paint something.

He felt a wave of heat envelope his body, the hairs along his arms and neck dancing along his skin. He wanted to laugh, but nothing was funny, so he tried to hold it in. He followed her around the room and watched the ends of her hair bend and curl around her arms. She opened a few paint bottles, squeezing some onto his stained palette and holding the brush out for him. She couldn't help but laugh at the elation in his wide eyes; he was definitely in a much better mood than before.

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer, not bothering with the meaningless utterance of words and just giving into his need to kiss her. She wasn't surprised by the gesture, inviting his tongue into her mouth for more. She tasted the cigar on his breath and lips, ignoring how bitter it seemed.

The paintbrush smeared itself against Joel's elbow, causing him to jolt back in shock, only to laugh when he realized the purple-coated paintbrush was bending on its own. He took it from her hand and approached the wall, immediately getting to work.

While he worked and ranted about how the piece was "basically painting itself," she undressed slowly while prancing around the room and humming to some tune that found its way into her head. Joel saw the colors blend and separate, waiting for the wall to respond with where his next brush stroke should be.

The woman found herself looking at that painting of the little girl again. She was unable to quiet her curiosity.

"Is she your daughter?"

Her voice broke the string tying him to his work, and he stumbled around a bit before turning around and facing her with an asking face. He let his tools go and followed the sound of the siren, looking deeply into her wide eyes.

"She was my daughter," he admitted freely, something he refused to do as often as possible.

"Where is she?"

He noted how concerned she seemed and took it as an invitation to confide in her.

“She uh… She died ‘bout ten years ago.”

Joel felt her fuzzy arms weave around him, encompassing him with a sense of comfort. It was the first time he could talk about the tragedy without bursting into tears. Her lips pressed warm kisses into his forehead and temples as she attempted to bathe him in consolation.

He removed his head from the crook of her neck to look at her face. Her eyes, although appearing a bit lopsided, were still wide and curious, like she was still waiting for something. He tried to focus on just her, but all he wanted was to paint wanted was to paint wanted was to paint wanted was to pai-

A shriek broke him out of his trance: the woman seemed surprised about the splatter of paint that got on her bare chest and arms. Joel blinked rapidly and tried to decipher what had happened between talking about his daughter and... Now.

Had time managed to escape him? Was he too out of it to realize that? And who put on the jazz music?

The brown liquid dripped down her body and hid her nipples; he found the motion fascinating. How happy she seemed to be coated in the cold dispense helped him feel more at ease and join in laughing with her. Her hair, frizzier than before, somehow gave the illusion that she was underwater. It just flowed so freely.

"You are a mermaid in the most beautiful depths of the sea," Joel shouted dramatically.

"Wh-what?" She giggled before smearing a finger-lengths of paint onto his forehead.

His hand absentmindedly poked the paintbrush into her collarbone, tickling her in the process. "You are free... And kind... Did you turn the music on?"

And she's giggling again. God, he couldn't get enough of that sound. She was a siren, manipulating him with her songs of joy and laughter.

"You told me to," she answered; only Joel took a few minutes to process it. She covered her hand in yellow paint, cradled his cheek, and let the print of her hand stick to his face as if she were marking her territory. "I'm glad I met you tonight, Joel," she said quietly.

Instinctively, he beckoned for her to close the space between them. "Oh, yeah? Why's that?"

Her arms snaked around his neck as she looked at his aura and vented. "I was supposed to go on a date tonight with my ex-boyfriend. He wasn't the greatest guy. Abusive. Angry. But my parents love him, and they say he's changed, so... I wanted to try again."

Joel's drug-induced nosiness got the better of him. "Why didn't you?"

She sighed, a smirk daring to grow on her face. "I wanted to make him feel stupid."

He wrapped his arms around her waist at her wise words, holding her close as if she would blow away had he exhaled too hard.

"M'glad I met you too," he admitted. "Did I spill paint on you?"

"Just a bit, but it was my fault. You were in a daze," she admitted bashfully.

The pair took a few minutes to look at each other, feel their spirits, and soak up the serenity between the small gap in their lips.

"Do you wanna fuck?"

Those words would have left Joel speechless in any other scenario at any other time on any other day. But he was high out of his fucking mind, and once his brain had fully processed her question, he answered with a short and sweet "Yes."

He waited patiently as the vixen undressed him, and she took her precious time; her knuckles grazing the wiry hair along his pelvis sent hot shivers across his abdomen before his jeans pooled around his ankles. Lifting his arms to aid in the removal of his shirt, he flinched and giggled childishly when she placed a kiss or two along his collarbone.

She gasped at the nails digging into her sides, his hands begging for more because his voice was too weak to. The desperation grew in his eyes, and he wanted to feel close to her. To feel all of her depths and shallows and curves and grooves. Her essence rendered him helpless. The smell of her perfume was even more sickly than he recalled, but all the much more sweet.

Their bodies danced onto the floor, bending and curling around each other like snakes.

"I was always afraid of this," he spoke as she worked her hand around him, not that he needed it. "Feeling close with someone. After my last... You know."

She smiled at his words, telling him with her eyes: I know.

"I was so scared to feel close to someone..." She admitted. "After him, I wanted to be left alone. Untouched."

"What changed that- oh, fuck," Joel moaned, feeling her wetness encapsulate him.

"Someone found me, ha-ah, hmm... And took care a'me, just like I'm doing for you."

Joel clawed at her back, reaching for her hair, but his arms were too heavy, with the quick rushes of euphoria soaring through his veins. Her moans and pretty little sounds coaxing him into blindness. He couldn't see her face, covered in the universe of her bangs littered with stars and planets, until she leveled her happy face with his. The shimmer in her glossy eyes let him know she enjoyed this just as much as him.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met, ever s-seen," he moaned.

Finally able to lift his arms, he used them to hold her face gently. He admired her refreshing beauty. She moaned something about how sweet he was, though it went unregistered to him.

All he could feel was her thighs flexing against his hips every time she rode down, and he felt his cock brush that sensitive sponge deep inside of her. Her hands pressed painfully into his ribcage, but he didn't mind. He loved that she needed him so much that it hurt.

She laid her body down on his chest, bringing her lips to his chin; he whimpered at the softness of her lips, his warm breath hitting her nose and making her body shudder. His mouth parted to stick his tongue out for her to lick and suck, which she did graciously.

He never knew his tongue could feel so ticklish or that having it licked would feel so damn good. It made his cock throb against her walls, forcing a moan out of the both of them. Her nails scratched his scalp tenderly, hips rocking back and forth, creating the perfect rhythm.

Her breasts dragged against the hairs on his chest, making some of the dried brown paint flake onto him; her nippled peaked, vulnerable from the friction.

Joel wrapped his forearms around the base of her spine and rolled over as carefully as his intoxicated body would allow. With hair splayed out, she looked so ethereal, like a walking painting herself.

Then, he noticed a bucket of paint sitting nearby and dipped two of his long fingers inside, dragging the white liquid down the valley of her breasts until he reached the peak of her belly. He noticed how her body reacted: all of the little shakes and shudders signs of appreciation made his heart swell.

His hand reached around her hip to grip her ass as he rested his body weight on her and enveloped her in more kisses. His hips rocked gently and slowly, careful not to hurt her. He wanted to feel her cum and hear her beg him to keep going.

To her, it felt like he pushed deeper with each thrust, begging her body to swallow him whole and allow him the grace of becoming one with her. Her eyes were so low, yet she was seeing more clearly than ever. Seeing his aura radiate off of his broad shoulders and tousled hair - it was a haze of blue and purple. But hers were shades of reds and oranges in his eyes, a fiery tyrant that bullied him with praise and adoration.

His nose tickled her chin while his lips made their way up to plant another kiss on her sweet, sweet mouth. The alcohol in her perfume singed the hairs along his face and nostrils, pilling the hairs on his arms.

"Harder, ngh- please," she murmured.

He saw her blown pupils roll gently beneath her eyelids as beads of sweat formed along her hairline. Her breathing was shallow and short. She was close.

Licking his reddened lips, he pushed her knees back until they were flush with her jawline and shifted his body weight from his knees to his toes, then changed the force of his hips without changing the rhythm.

She loved that he listened to her: harder did not mean faster, and he fucking perfected it. Almost like he knew just how hard to go.

Joel drove into her deep enough to make her cunt squelch and clench around his thick cock. He felt clumsy inside of her like he was tripping up over his own orgasm. He felt all of her ridges and curves, the smooth and the rough; everything intensified in a way that could only be described by the God he didn't believe in.

But she had him questioning that in the back of his mind. He would have believed that she was God herself if he wasn't aware of how high he was. She looked celestial, her mouth forming an 'o', and her hair sprawled around her shimmering face. Even with her mascara flaking and running slightly, she seemed so content, so pleased.

Joel's desperation to come inside of her was almost primal, instinctive... If her nails weren't digging so sharply into his forearms, he wasn't sure whether or not he would have been able to hold back.

He didn't ease up on her throughout her orgasm. Honestly, he didn't think too much about it. He never wanted right now to end. With a sense of ecstasy coursing through his veins, he managed to turn into something he tried so hard not to be. He craved her body, her kisses.

He pulled her into his lap before resting his cheek on her breast. He inhaled the musk of her sweat deeply, cherishing the divine woman she was. She felt as beautiful as she looked. She fucked just as sweet as she smelled.

His clammy hand ran over her flexed calve as she bounced on him. Her movements were sloppy from his tight grip, not that either of them cared. She was sure not to go too high or come down too hard, allowing her pussy to drip white remnants of her orgasm onto his balls. He licked and kissed and bit her tits as a submissive thank you.

She kissed the top of his hair, strumming her fingers along his scalp. "Joel," she moaned, "I love you."

"I love you, too, baby," he grunted almost instantly.

Raising his head to look back at her blissed out face, he pulled her even closer. His chin dug into her clavicle, but his neediness only made her laugh softly.

Joel's face twitched as his body proposed its orgasm, his dick throbbed roughly against her sensitive walls. She gasped, taking it as a sign to fuck him faster despite the burning in her legs. He winced at her arms weighing heavier into his collarbones but just clawed at her ass to power through the pain.

She placed a hand over his heart and pushed gently, forcing him to feel the thumping against his chest. He felt so much of his anger and pain dissipate beneath her touch, instilling love and peace in place of it.

"You're so precious," he whispered. A lovely smile rose onto her face, one that drove him crazy. He looked at her with big puppy eyes that threatened to fill with tears. She licked along her teeth and bit her bottom lip. "I love y-you..." He knew he didn't mean it and that she didn't either, but he missed being able to say those words. "Tell m- oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Tell me you love me," he pleaded. "Tell me you love me 'til I cum, baby."

"I love you, Joel.”

His eyes screwed shut, face falling into the curve of her neck.

“I love you, baby. I want you to cum for me,” she moaned, breathless from exhaustion.

His nails dug deeper into her flesh, he was clinging onto his climax as much as possible, wanting to wait long enough for it to destroy him.

“Oh, Joel, fuck!” She yelped. “I love you, I love you!”

And he broke.

His nails scratched lines up her back whilst he screamed into her chest. Her pussy throbbed against his sensitive cock from the arrival of her second orgasm, heightening his sensitivity.

A few tears shed his eyes at the closeness; Joel felt like he was falling into the Earth. He was so dizzy and confused, cornered by the affection clouding his judgment.

“I love you,” she whispered into his scalp, placing one last kiss before climbing off of his lap.

He hissed at the last stroke of her cunt but helped her lay down, using his t-shirt to prop her head up.

“I love you,” he said before kissing her head.

“You should drink some water.”

As soon as she said that, he felt the itchiness in his dry throat. He grabbed water from the table a few feet away and chugged as much as his stomach could handle.

“Will you bring me the joint and a lighter?”

Joel fulfilled her request and sat the water next to her, immediately looking back at his work in progress while she got herself situated.

A few moments passed before she spoke again. “Are you coming down?”

Confused, he looked down at her but saw that the colors weren’t so loud anymore. “Think so…”

“Take a few hits. It’ll help.”

He hesitated but sat down and did as she told him. 

“Thank you,” he said after briefly coughing and handing the joint back to her. “I think whatever that… Pill was actually helped.”

“If it wasn't the pill, it must’ve been the sex,” she teased, earning a laugh from him. She tapped his shoulder and pointed her head towards his mural.

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A rough pounding woke Joel up from his slumber. He groaned, pressing the meat of his palm to his forehead and slowly sitting up before remembering the girl was still next to him.

He watched her sleep soundly, mouth slightly parted and a gentle snore creaking from her throat. The memories of last night flooded his mind, and while they were somewhat fuzzy, he remembered clear as day how it felt.

He felt most of his questions had been answered by something more complex than communication. It was frightening yet calming at the same time.

Her body stirring regained his focus, and he knew she must have been feeling the same tension headache as he was when she groaned before her eyes fluttered open. She squirmed from the cold air and looked up at the hungover man, smiling as she remembered the night before.

“Morning, Joel,” she said with a playful tilt.

“Morning, sunshine,” he said. “Your head hurtin’?”

“Yep,” she grunted while sitting up. “Ever been to that café on thirty-fourth street?”

He shook his head.

“I’ll take you there for some coffee and breakfast. My treat,” she told him.

Her eyes landed on the big, dull wall that had been taunting Joel for weeks, only to find it was a brightened, complete piece of art.

She admired the woman's beauty and asked him without looking away, “S’that me?”

Joel smirked and reached for his boxers, standing to put them on.

“She’s beautiful, ain’t she?” Joel kissed her head and walked away, leaving the woman alone to admire his masterpiece…

Her.

[dukuzumurenyiphd]

"The science of dnit/Denit [Kush/Kemet: Dam] construction has a long and stellar history amongst the kšyw mꜣnw/Kushiu Manu, [Kush/Kemet: Western Kushites] and kšyw wbnt/Kushiu Webenet [Kush/Kemet: Eastern Kushites]. Their 8,000+ year expertise in dnit/Denit [Kush/Kemet: Dam] construction is exemplified by those erected by the rmt/ Remetch [Kush/Kemet: Autochthonous Humanity i.e., the Blacks-Afrikans] of the leading Utamaduni Mkubwa [Kingozi: High Cultures] of antiquity. Examples are those built by the kšyw mꜣnw/Kushiu Manu, [Kush/Kemet: Western Kushites]   of tꜣ sty/Ta Sety [Kush/Kemet: Land of the Bow, Nubia], kmt/Kemet [Kush/Kemet: ‘Land of the Blacks’],  iw mirwiw ꜣ/Iw Miruiwa [Kush/Kemet: Island of Meroe], the kšyw wbnt/Kushiu Webenet [Kush/Kemet: Eastern Kushites] of 𒆠 𒂗 𒄀 Ki-en-gi [KiEmegir: Land of the Noble Born Lords, Sumeria], 𒀀 𒂵 𒉈 𒆠 A-ga-dè-KI [Kiagadèki: Akkad], 𒁹𒄬𒆷𒁶𒋾 Haltamti [Kihaltamti: Elam], 𒆍𒀭𒊏𒆠 Ká-dingir-raki [KiEmegir: Babylon, Māt Kaldu], 𐩱𐩨𐩪 šbʾ/Shaba [Kimusnad: Sheba, Saba], 𐩢𐩣𐩺𐩧𐩣 ḥmyrm/Himyarim [Kimusnad: Himyar], hndwy/Hindui [Kush/Kemet: India, Sindhu, Bharatavarsa], and the 黎民 Li Min [Kichina: Black People, Black-Headed People, Black Founders of Chinese High Culture] of the 中國 Tchung-Kwoh [Kichina ya Kale: Middle Kingdom]. For additional information on dnit/Denit [Kush/Kemet: Dam] construction by the Wahenga na Wahenguzi [Kingozi: Ancestors of Ancestors] see: Norman Alfred Fisher Smith, A History of Dams (London: P. Davies Limited, 1971); Norman Alfred Fisher Smith, Man and Water: A History of Hydro-technology (New York: Charles Scribner's Sons, 1975); Mohamed Bazza, “Overview of the History of Water Resources and Irrigation Management in the Near East Region,” 1st IWA international Symposium on Water and Wastewater Technologies in Ancient Civilizations Under the Aegis of EU, EUREAU, FAO, UNESCO and Association of Greek Municipalities, Iraklio, Greece, 28-30 October 2006 Food and Agriculture Organization of the United Nations (Regional Office for the Near East: October 2006)"

Ambakisye Dukuzumurenyi, Forthcoming Book: Kushite Kanaan

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Tagged by @breadboyayay . I love industrial too! Will check out those!

Favorite Color: Black and Hot Pink, and also Purple, and also any pastel colors, and also any neon colors.

Currently Reading: Metamorphosis and I'm trying really hard to get through it, not because it's hard to read but because my brain doesn't like reading text most of the time.

Last Song:

Last Movie: Raya and the Last Dragon. And i was vocal on here about how much I hate it lel. Well to be fair I watched because I know I would hate it.

Last Series: Ted Lasso. And I was vocal on here about how much I love it and I cry about it a lot.

Sweet, Savory, or Spicy: Spicy. My hot tolerance level isn't as it used to be, but I still like spicy stuff.

Craving: something crunchy and deep fry. maybe bánh tôm (shrimp chips?)

Tea or Coffee: I like both because I'm Vietnamese lel. Tho I get jittery very easily to coffee so I don't drink much. For tea, I only like Vietnamese, Chinese, Taiwanese teas. I detest all English teas, thank you very much.

Currently Working On: ... I'm an artist I have about a thousand wips always on standby lmao. But ig if I have to answer, it'll be stying basic vector animation for a com.

Tagging: @herbalinz-of-yesteryear @darjeelinh @alienturnip @cobaltsunflower @merge-conflict @quaddmgd @milkspilled @theviridianbunny @roofgeese

[filmnoirfoundation]

The TCM Classic Film Festival opens tonight! Our pick, SHADOW OF A DOUBT, discussion with actor John Hawkes (WINTER'S BONE, LIFE OF CRIME) beforehand.   7:00 pm - 9:00 pm | Thursday, April 13, Chinese Multiplex House 1. SHADOW OF A DOUBT (1943): A young girl (Teresa Wright) fears her favorite uncle may be a killer, Joseph Cotten in the best performance of his career. “Do you know the world is a foul sty? Do you know, if you rip off the fronts of houses, you'd find swine? The world's a hell. What does it matter what happens in it?”  Dir. Alfred Hitchcock

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(this is a funerary model from the han dynasty)

A pig toilet (sometimes called a "pig sty latrine") is a simple type of dry toilet consisting of an outhouse mounted over a pigsty, with a chute or hole connecting the two. The pigs consume the feces of the users of the toilet, as well as other food.

Pig toilets (Chinese: 猪圈毛坑 zhūquānmáokēng) were once common in rural China, where a single Chinese ideogram (Chinese: 圂; pinyin: hùn) signifies both "pigsty" and "privy".[1]Funerary models of pig toilets from the Han dynasty (206 BC to AD 220) prove that it was an ancient custom.[2] These arrangements have been strongly discouraged by the Chinese authorities in recent years,[3] although as late as 2005 they could still be found in remote northern provinces.[4]

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[alsjeblieft-zeg]

546 of 2023

I don’t eat peas, ugh! I’m the only one in my house awake right now. It’s before midday. My room is a total sty. I ate fast food for dinner last night. I adore Ben & Jerry’s Ice cream. I don’t speak to some members of my family. I’ve bought and wrapped all my Christmas presents already. I’m not at home for Christmas. I’m wearing socks. I’m barefoot. I’m going into town today. I don’t have many friends. I rarely get comments. God, I’m roasting. I’m afraid of big dogs! Pop ups annoy the living crap out of me. I have wireless. Yes I can be arrogant sometimes. All I care about is happiness. I have beautiful red hair. My worst subject in school is Science.

I sleep in a double bed. I share my bed with somebody else. Some people should just get a clue. I’m sick of seeing so many same surveys. I want more! I love these kind of bolding surveys. I’m listening to music right now. I’m a closet Cher fan. Lord of the Rings is one of my favourite movies. I’ve had the same best friend all my life. It’s actually sunny outside. The curtains are drawn. Pepsi is so much more delicious than coke. I don’t like the beach. Sand everywhere! I appreciate pretty scenery. I couldn’t give a darn about nature. HOW COULD YOU! I watch TV all the time. Labels are for soup cans, get over it!

What’s all the hype about myspace? I have so many friends I don’t have time to see them all and I feel bad. The only person I can trust is myself. Baked potatoes! YUM! I’m always down in the dumps, it seems. I try to smile even when I’m down. If I’m in a foul mood, I will let you all know! I have never visited Europe. I’m tone deaf. AOL instant messenger is much better than Yahoo. Sims 2 runs so slow on my computer. I’ve never had a boyfriend. I’ve recently had sex. I fantasize about becoming a politician. I refuse to kill a spider if I see one. My hair is still its natural colour, and I won’t ever dye it. My room needs dusting. I refuse to leave the house without wearing make up. Chinese food… vomit I’m wondering what the time is. I play Frisbee. I want to go back to bed and sleep all day. I’m not sure about my sexuality. I’m a vegetarian. I couldn’t live without meat, no way. I belong to a clique. I have a calendar this year. I’ll have one next year, too. My social life is brimming. I will stay home for new years eve

[tonkislim]

Chef chen irvine

#Chef chen irvine full

Please note: The Irvine Food Tour is the creation of Melissa Fox and Dr. We will then take a group photo prior to dinner and may purchase our own meals.Īgain, if you have any questions, please contact me at 94 or are not necessary, but are requested so we can better estimate the size of our group. We will conclude the guided tour at the Hot Deli department with samples, around 5:10 Teresa and 99 Ranch staff will guide us around each department of the store with food sampling along the way: Produce, Drinks, Meat, Seafood, Dairy, Freezer, Bread Farm, Asian Kitchen and Deli. It is suggested that we bring a jacket, since it gets cold in the store. The store tour will start at 4:30 pm and last approximately 30-40 minutes. Teresa is a specialist in exposing Asian cuisines and Asian culture to the larger SoCal community. Our host will be 99 Ranch Marketing Associate Teresa Leung. Mokkoki Shabu Restaurant, 14041 Jeffrey Rd., Irvine, CA 92620įour Sea Restaurant, 15435 Jeffrey Rd., Irvine 92618 (Jeffrey and Irvine Center Drive) Gourmet Grill Masters Restaurant, 14141 Jeffrey Road, Irvine, CA 92620 If you have any questions, please contact me at 94 or Irvine Food Tour Destinations: What: “Irvine Food Tour with Commissioner Melissa Fox and Professor Catherine Liu.” She also speaks Mandarin Chinese, German, Italian, and Spanish.Īs always, there’s going to be great food and great conversation! in French from the Graduate Center, CUNY. Professor Liu studied at Yale University and received her Ph.D. Irvine Food Tour co-host Catherine Liu is Professor of Film & Media Studies and Director of the UCI Humanities Collective. Chef Lin was trained in Taiwan and served as a pastry chef at the Grand Hyatt in Taipei. Bread Farm Bakery is the first endeavor for Executive Chef Haruka Lin, who headed 99 Ranch’s pastry department for the past several years. The 99 Ranch Market on Culver Drive in Irvine also features a newly opened Bread Farm Bakery and Café, which offers customers traditional Taiwanese and European bread and pastries, prepared fresh every day. Chen in Orange County’s Little Saigon neighborhood in 1984, 99 Ranch Market has grown to become the largest Asian American supermarket in the United States, with over 35 store locations in California, Nevada, Texas and Washington State. Our next food tour stop is on Friday, March 14, 2014, at 4:30 pm for a guided store tour (with samples) and then dinner at Irvine’s 99 Ranch Market on 15333 Culver Drive.įounded by Taiwanese American immigrant Roger H. Please join me as we continue our Irvine Food Tour with Commissioner Melissa Fox and UCI Professor Catherine Liu, showcasing and sharing our wonderful cultural diversity in Irvine as expressed in scores of amazing restaurants and markets featuring cuisines as diverse as Irvine’s population.

#Chef chen irvine full

Irvine Public Schools Foundation is once again offering Irvine families a box full of fun learning activities to keep their kids engaged during the summer.“There is no love sincerer than the love of food.” George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman (1903) Irvine’s annual High School Art Exhibition is on display at City Hall through July 15.īurnin’ Mouth, known for its Korean-inspired chicken sandwich, will open at Irvine Spectrum Center. These guided activities let you experience nature’s wonder on The Irvine Ranch open space. That said, we’ve found that some tacos can make people happier than others. You cannot make everybody happy, a wise saying goes – you are not a taco. Styles start at an approachable price point of $55, an easy way for us to refresh our summer style. Memorable run for boys volleyball team Portola High School For a team that had never reached the CIF playoffs, the Portola High boys volleyball team…Īustralian eyewear company Quay recently opened at the Irvine Spectrum Center. ‘Back on Stage’ Irvine-based Pacific Dance presents its 2022 recital, “Back on Stage.” Students will perform a variety of dance styles and celebrate their… The Backstreet Boys are one of the bestselling music acts of all time, with more than 100 million albums sold.

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Saloon Mecha Dragon, 2022. Chinese manufacturer Great Wall have used the Guangzhou Auto Show to launch their new premium brand “Saloon” with a large electric 4-door coupé model. The Jijialong (Chinese for Mecha Dragon) uses 4 electric motors to produce a total 543hp. Great Wall’s Dayu battery pack has a capacity of 115kWh and 800-volt technology to provide an 802km (498-mile) range with fast charging able to provide 400km after 10 minutes. The stying is described as resembling “mechanical armour.”

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hey!! i'm back again with another ask! (god please tell me if i'm annoying? i just want to send you as many asks as i can but if i get too annoying, pls tell me off) my questions today are, what are your top 3 songs from the cql ost and what tea do you not like? like, is there a tea you don't like? also, is there a tea you like in particular? what cdramas have you watched besides cql?? - ❄🐇

hey snowbunny! you’re not annoying! i really appreciate you being so engaged with the mdzsnetcc event! :D 

cql ost fav songs: the characters songs for jiang cheng, lan xichen, and wei wuxian. they’re all so pretty and so sad. bu wang kinda  annoys me with the epic orchestra thing in the middle and wuji almost makes the cut but it’s just not as depressing as the others. though wei wuxian’s character song does lose points for the duet part that has a female voice and not yibo singing along... alas. 

i don’t like lipton? lol. so most ctc blends i’m meh on... but i don’t add milk and sugar to my tea for the most part so i need something that works well by itself and most ctc teas are made for british style drinking. 

i like many teas in particular. particularly their aroma and texture. some are light and airy and sweet. some are heavy and grounding. some are earthy and warming and smooth. i love so many teas for so many reasons. i can’t even begin to explain. i think high elevation taiwanese oolongs with crisp sweet and floral notes are a style that i will always love and always hold dear to my heart. 

i used to be really into BPAL (black phoenix alchemy lab) because i like the idea of smells carrying memories for people. and i like the idea of being able to differentiate smells and remember how things blend together to form flavors and then, in extension, feelings. so i got really into bpal -- which is an indie perfume company-- and started collecting samples (imps). in all of that i started getting better at picking out certain smell objects (e.g. rose or orange or honey etc) and really loving how bpal smells different wet in bottle, wet on me, dry on me, and dry at the end of a day. 

and then i realized tea has a lot of those qualities. it tastes different piping hot and kinda hot and warm and cooled. it has layers and dimensions. when you gongfu brew you can almost parse out the layers of flavors and really experience isolated snapshots of the tea as a whole. i liken it to chromatography for the chemistry folk. and in some ways tea became the merging of my nerdy science self and smell obsessed self and my gluttonous self. so it was a good fit. also booze. but booze is less.. socially acceptable to drink 24/7. :P

wow. that got long. oops. 

anyway, cdramas. omg. uh... a lot. i’m chinese so i grew up watching stuff... like i’ve been watching cdramas for a LONG time. (note: i went on a long ramble and i’m kinda sorry so don’t feel obligated to read all of this... ) i watched the mainland china’s version of journey to the west (made in 1986 i think.. go them on video tapes borrowed from idk where in the early 90s... the one episode i wanted to watch the most didn’t work. i was devastated).  and then a lot of wuxia shows -- mostly jin yong stuff. i remember i was 8 or 9 and watched a few eps of condor heroes. my parents finished the show without me. i was pissed. and at some point i watched dream of red mansion and romance of three kingdoms. both classics made into cdramas. and then i remember when zhao wei was in princess pearl. and i also watched 情深深雨蒙蒙 with basically the same cast... and a lot of other wuxia shows that came out around that time..uh.. early 2000s. i remember watching some show with zhou xun in it too around that time... and trying to find more stuff with zhang ziyi. man... zhou xun, zhao wei, and zhang ziyi were and are still all so pretty! and then i watched liu yifei (of live action mulan infamy) back in 2003(?) when she was in a few jin yong novel based show roles. and then um... i kinda got annoyed with the constant remake of those stories so i stopped watching them. but i did enjoy 天龙八部 and 笑傲江湖. seriously, i would watch the crap out of a 笑傲江湖 starring xiao zhan... but the novels were written in the 60s/70s and rather not LGBT friendly so i’m also fine with them never getting remakes... and then there was the meteor garden craze. i watched that, part of teh sequel (which wasn’t very good) and a few shows the actors were in... i really liked the MARS manga and was sad that the taiwanese adaptation of it as a show was meh. and around 2013-2014ish i started watching random crap... uh... like my first time seeing luo yunxi (who plays the white cat master aka chu wanning in hao yi xing / the erha live action) was in 何以笙箫默. and i was so confused by how weirdly they styled the poor man. he did not look good. the stying really emphasized his facial features to make his face look unbalanced. and i binged a few other shows while trying to write my thesis. i don’t remember them all. and then there was NiF and i also watched the Disguiser and some other random stuff as part of that rabbit hole. i thought “when a snail falls in love” was really cute even if the story wasn’t really that good. idk. i now put cdramas on in the bkgd while making gifs. so i’ve “watched” eternal love, ashes of love (DO NOT RECOMMEND. but skip around for luo yunxi being pretty i guess), love o2o. i’m currently seriously watcihng Ever Night. it’s so freaking good and king’s avatar (also on netflix) is my gif making bkgd. i have a soft spot for how pretty yang yang is... yeah. knowing the language helps me get through shows. lol. 

do you watch other cdramas snowbunny?

[stevesharrlngtons]

142 with billy & steve (you decide who the jealous one is)

hold my hand so he gets jealous

your legs dangled into the pool, steve’s temple leaning against your bare thigh as he floated near the edge.

it was august, and projected as the hottest day of the year. you felt the sun beating down on you as you reclined against the rough cement behind you, craning your face to the heat above you. you had been swimming, but decided to take a break and just enjoy the dry heat rolling through indiana.

steve on the other hand, refused to leave the cool security of the pool. the cold water was helping him keep any semblance of sanity in this heat. you, stripped down to next to nothing and dustin, max and lucas screaming and splashing around him were all trying his nerves.

the heat was making him sluggish and touch starved. all he wanted was to hang off of you, feeling your unrestricted smooth skin beneath his fingers and press ice cubes to your neck. to keep you overnight in his bed where you’d roll around in sweat dampened sheets together, complaining about the heat but refusing to part even an inch. to ride around in his car with you, windows down and your legs slung over into his lap. but he knew he couldn’t, because you were only his girl friend, the separate words and not the conjunction. steve wanted you in every season, but the heat was making him love sick for every part of you.

so, leaning against you as you soaked in some rays while treading water was the best he was going to get. when you left to take max home eventually, he knew lucas and dustin would have some choice words for him, mostly making fun of him and begging him to make a move. he’d give them both a swift slap to the back of the head and they’d shut up, but steve would still have to listen to their jabs and insults. though, with you so close right now, he couldn’t care less.

somewhere along the way in the afternoon as steve toyed with your leg idly and occasionally dunked his shoulder under the water to cool off, there was a loud knock on his front door. it pulled you both from you thoughtless bliss, causing you to turn toward his house, and steve to perk up from his hold on your leg. you exchanged curious eye contact before steve made a move to push himself from the water.

“don’t be silly, i got it.” you replied with a dismissive wave of your hand.

“you sure?” he sunk back into the pool.

“yeah, i’m basically dry anyway.”

you pulled yourself up and started toward the house. steve internally praised and cursed the creator of the thong bikini. he did the same to you for purchasing one.

you headed through the open sliding glass door, stopping quickly by the kitchen to turn down the blaring radio, incase the person at the door was one of steve’s neighbors complaining about the noise. humming and swaying your hips to the quieted music, you opened the door.

and immediately regretted not wrapping yourself in a towel.

“woah, wasn’t expectin’ paulina porizkova to answer harrington’s door.” billy smared, eyes slowly making their way over your body.

you hummed, unamused, “what do you need, billy?”

“besides you?” he took a step closer to you and leaned his shoulder against the door frame.

“besides me.” you let go of your hold on the door handle and crossed your arms over your chest, doing your best to block billy’s leering.

“here for max. her mom needs her home, asap.” he explained.

your brow furrowed, “i thought she didn’t need to be back until nine?”

“hey, don’t shoot the messenger. i’m just here to bring her home.”

your shoulders dropped, “is it serious? i promised her i’d take her to that new chinese place after she was done swimming.”

“nothing serious, gorgeous. susan just needs her home.”

“well, ok. that’s a bummer, i know she was looking forward to it.”

“does that mean you’re free tonight? because i’d be more than happy to-”

“hargrove, the fuck you doin’ here?” steve appeared behind you, almost from thin air.

he had gotten worried when you hadn’t come right back and went to investigate who had showed up at his door, and boy was he happy he had. steve didn’t want billy within fifty feet of you at all times, but now he wanted it be to hundred. billy was looming far too closely over you, eyes glued to your chest.

“harrington, always a pleasure.” billy leaned back to puff out his chest and tip his chin up in steve’s presence. steve did the same.

“yeah, yeah, whatever. the fuck you doin’ here?”

“be nice.” you scolded lightly.

“yeah, harrington, be nice.” billy said with a shit eating grin.

“why are you here, billy?” steve asked, through gritted teeth, inching closer to you.

“need max, gotta get her home for susan.”

“then get her.” steve was now plastered to your back, hand on your waist.

“then let me in, harrington.”

“i’ll get her,” you volunteered, the testosterone fest they were having giving you no desire to stay, “enjoy your pissing contest.”

you brushed past steve and headed back to gather max and her things. steve kept his eyes on billy and his jaw set. when billy leaned around steve to watch you leave, steve immediately stood in his eyeline.

“how do you get anything done with her around?” billy proposed lustfully, trying to now look over steve’s head at you.

“shut it, hargrove. i’ll lay you out if you say anything else.”

“i think we both know you won’t.”

“if you look at her one more time, i will.”

billy chuckled.

“fine, harrington. i’ll let you play knight in shining armour this time. i mean, we both know you can’t keep a girl’s attention for long, and especially not a woman like that. it won’t be long ‘till she comes around.” he smirked at steve’s obvious rage.

“say another word, i dare you.” steve clenched his fists.

billy opened his mouth, but thankfully you appeared with max in tow.

“what did my mom say?” max asked as soon as billy came into view.

“said your room is still a pig sty and for you to come home right now to pick it up like she asked.”

“i cleaned it last night!”

“clearly not well enough.”

max’s face soured and she grumbled under her breath. you stroked her hair sweetly and promised to pick her up for dinner tomorrow instead. that seemed to appease her enough to leave with billy. the two siblings started down the harrington drive way, but not before billy turned back to the house.

“i’ll keep your number handy, (y/l/n)! gonna be needin’ more of you soon.” his words were directed at you, but he said them looking at steve.

steve cursed under his breath and muttered to you as billy and max got into the camaro, “hold my hand so he gets jealous.”

“you’re ridiculous.” you scoffed, but took his hand no less. even leaned into his shoulder and wrapped your free hand around his arm.

“look at him, he’s squirming.” steve said through his smile, waving to max as billy pulled away, admittedly looking irritated.

“always a fucking dick measuring contest with you two, jeez.” you rolled your eyes, the camaro disappearing into the heat rays on the asphalt.

“yeah, yeah.” steve glared off into the distance, not reveling nearly as much as he should have been at his current predicament with you.

“well, i’m ready to get back in the pool. it’s too hot.” you changed the subject, tugging steve back into his house.

it was then that steve snapped out of his angry haze and realized what he hadn’t before. you, tantalizing in a red string bikini, holding onto him tightly and pulling him toward his spectacular inground swimming pool, begging him to join you. how could he let billy hargrove ruin even a second of this?

so, steve followed obediently after you, and launched himself back into the pool, earning cheers from dustin and lucas. you chose to elegantly slip into the water from the side instead. steve came to the surface just in time to see you swimming toward him. he met you in the middle, gripping your thighs and wrapping them around his waist while you giggled.

“this isn’t gonna help us cool off you know?” you smiled coyly, brushing away wet strands of hair that were stuck to his forehead.

and steve only hoited you higher on his waist and held you tighter, a wide grin on his face, “couldn’t care less.”

feedback is appreciated!

[berezina]

"The Italian in New York"

Certainly a picturesque, if not very tidy, element has been added to the population in the 'assisted' Italian immigrant who claims so large a share of public attention, partly because he keeps coming at such a tremendous rate, but chiefly because he elects to stay in New York, or near enough for it to serve as his base of operations, and here promptly reproduces conditions of destitution and disorder which, set in the frame-work of Mediterranean exuberance, are the delight of the artist, but in a matter-of-fact American community become its danger and reproach. The reproduction is made easier in New York because he finds the material ready to hand in the worst of the slum tenements; but even where it is not he soon reduces what he does find to his own level, if allowed to follow his natural bent. (The process can be observed in the Italian tenements in Harlem (Little Italy), which, since their occupation by these people, have been gradually sinking to the slum level.) The Italian comes in at the bottom, and in the generation that came over the sea he stays there. In the slums he is welcomed as a tenant who 'makes less trouble' than the contentious Irishman or the order-loving German, that is to say: is content to live in a pig-sty and submits to robbery at the hands of the rent-collector without murmur. Yet this very tractability makes of him in good hands, when firmly and intelligently managed, a really desirable tenant. But it is not his good fortune often to fall in with other hospitality upon his coming than that which brought him here for its own profit, and has no idea of letting go its grip upon him as long as there is a cent to be made out of him.

Recent Congressional inquiries have shown the nature of the 'assistance' he receives from greedy steamship agents and 'bankers', who persuade him by false promises to mortgage his home, his few belongings, and his wages for months to come for a ticket to the land where plenty of work is to be had at princely wages. The padrone—the 'banker', is nothing else—having made his ten per cent. out of him en route, receives him at the landing and turns him to double account as a wage-earner and a rent-payer. In each of these rôles he is made to yield a profit to his unscrupulous countryman, whom he trusts implicitly with the instinct of utter helplessness. The man is so ignorant that, as one of the sharpers who prey upon him put it once, it 'would be downright sinful not to take him in'. His ignorance and unconquerable suspicion of strangers dig the pit into which he falls. He not only knows no word of English, but he does not know enough to learn. Rarely only can he write his own language. Unlike the German, who begins learning English the day he lands as a matter of duty, or the Polish Jew, who takes it up as soon as he is able as an investment, the Italian learns slowly, if at all. Even his boy, born here, often speaks his native tongue indifferently. He is forced, therefore, to have constant recourse to the middle-man, who makes him pay handsomely at every turn. He hires him out to the railroad contractor, receiving a commission from the employer as well as from the laborer, and repeats the performance monthly, or as often as he can have him dismissed. In the city he contracts for his lodging, subletting to him space in the vilest tenements at extortionate rents, and sets an example that does not lack imitators. The 'princely wages' have vanished with his coming, and in their place hardships and a dollar a day, beheft with the padrone's merciless mortgage, confront him. Bred to even worse fare, he takes both as a matter of course, and, applying the maxim that it is not what one makes but what he saves that makes him rich, manages to turn the very dirt of the streets into a hoard of gold, with which he either returns to his Southern home, or brings over his family to join in his work and in his fortunes the next season.

The discovery was made by earlier explorers that there is money in New York's ash-barrel, but it was left to the genius of the padrone to develop the full resources of the mine that has become the exclusive preserve of the Italian immigrant. Only a few years ago, when rag-picking was carried on in a desultory and irresponsible sort of way, the city hired gangs of men to trim the ash-scows before they were sent out to sea. The trimming consisted in levelling out the dirt as it was dumped from the carts, so that the scow might be evenly loaded. The men were paid a dollar and a half a day, kept what they found that was worth having, and allowed the swarms of Italians who hung about the dumps to do the heavy work for them, letting them have their pick of the loads for their trouble. To-day Italians contract for the work, paying large sums to be permitted to do it. The city received not less than $80,000 last year for the sale of this privilege to the contractors, who in addition have to pay gangs of their countrymen for sorting out the bones, rags, tin cans and other waste that are found in the ashes and form the staples of their trade and their sources of revenue. The effect has been vastly to increase the power of the padrone, or his ally, the contractor, by giving him exclusive control of the one industry in which the Italian was formerly an independent 'dealer', and reducing him literally to the plane of the dump. Whenever the back of the sanitary police is turned, he will make his home in the filthy burrows where he works by day, sleeping and eating his meals under the dump, on the edge of slimy depths and amid surroundings full of unutterable horror. The city did not bargain to house, though it is content to board, him so long as he can make the ash-barrels yield the food to keep him alive, and a vigorous campaign is carried on at intervals against these unlicensed dump settlements; but the temptation of having to pay no rent is too strong, and they are driven from one dump only to find lodgement under another a few blocks farther up or down the river. The fiercest warfare is waged over the patronage of the dumps by rival factions represented by opposing contractors, and it has happened that the defeated party has endeavored to capture by strategy what he failed to carry by assault. It augurs unsuspected adaptability in the Italian to our system of self-government that these rivalries have more than once been suspected of being behind the sharpening of city ordinances, that were apparently made in good faith to prevent meddling with the refuse in the ash-barrels or in transit.

Did the Italian always adapt himself as readily to the operation of the civil law as to the manipulation of political 'pull' on occasion, he would save himself a good deal of unnecessary trouble. Ordinarily he is easily enough governed by authority—always excepting Sunday, when he settles down to a game of cards and lets loose all his bad passions. Like the Chinese, the Italian is a born gambler. His soul is in the game from the moment the cards are on the table, and very frequently his knife is in it too before the game is ended. No Sunday has passed in New York since 'the Bend' became a suburb of Naples without one or more of these murderous affrays coming to the notice of the police. As a rule that happens only when the man the game went against is either dead or so badly wounded as to require instant surgical help. As to the other, unless he be caught red-handed, the chances that the police will ever get him are slim indeed. The wounded man can seldom be persuaded to betray him. He wards off all inquiries with a wicked 'I fix him myself', and there the matter rests until he either dies or recovers. If the latter, the community hears after a while of another Italian affray, a man stabbed in a quarrel, dead or dying, and the police know that 'he' has been fixed, and the account squared.

With all his conspicuous faults, the swarthy Italian immigrant has his redeeming traits. He is as honest as he is hot-headed. There are no Italian burglars in the Rogues' Gallery; the ex-brigand toils peacefully with pickaxe and shovel on American ground. His boy occasionally shows, as a pick-pocket, the results of his training with the toughs of the Sixth Ward slums. The only criminal business to which the father occasionally lends his hand, outside of murder, is a bunco game, of which his confiding countrymen, returning with their hoard to their native land, are the victims. The women are faithful wives and devoted mothers. Their vivid and picturesque costumes lend a tinge of color to the otherwise dull monotony of the slums they inhabit. The Italian is gay, light-hearted and, if his fur is not stroked the wrong way, inoffensive as a child. His worst offence is that he keeps the stale-beer dives. Where his headquarters is, in the Mulberry Street Bend, these vile dens flourish and gather about them all the wrecks, the utterly wretched, the hopelessly lost, on the lowest slope of depraved humanity. And out of their misery he makes a profit.

~Jacob Riis [read]

[daria1dana]

Singapore guide: Why to visit Singapore, How to get there, What to visit, Where to eat & My personal experience

Hi! Today I am going to tell you about my Singapore experience. You find pics on my tumblr account and even MORE pics on my Instagram account                  ( Daria_Dana_Off ) Now, lets begin this!

Well, it all started an year ago when we went to Dubai. We were really excited to be there and the family friends we went with told us and showed us some pics of Singapore. My parents said they were nice and they basically put in their mind the fact that we NEED to see Singapore just because they liked the pics. Practically, it was a dare. When they told me by February that we were going to Singapore, I thought they were joking, but for them it was all so serious. And this was it, I “woke up” a few days before and realized it was not a joke. I was right in the middle of this madness. Finally I packed up and prepared for a long flight. And here we get at the first point of the article, that is HOW TO GET THERE?

I got there by plane because that seemed the quickest way, but you can get a cruise too. It depends on where do you live. We had a 1 hour long flight and then we had an airstrike that was first meant to be for 2 hours, but it ended up like 4 hours and a half. The other flight was for about 11 hours and it was pretty good. We flied with the Turkish airlines company at the business class because that’s how we proceed when we have flights longer than 4 hours. From the airport to the hotel we hired a taxi that you find after you pick up your suitcases. 

We stayed at Village Hotel at Sentosa , it was nice and the people there were great. We wanted to stay at Marina Bay Sands, but it was a problem (there were 3 adults and a kid on the papers, though we were 2 adults and 2 kids and they said that they don’t have that big rooms...) We got there at 2am so we started visiting in the next day. What to visit?

In the first day we just spent some time getting to know the people there and the town, so we went for a walk in the morning after we had our breakfast. We also went to see the most southern point of Asia and took some great photos that you find on my Instagram account. In the afternoon we went to the pool we had at the hotel and that was the first day and nothing more. Second day was much fun because we went to a theme park, more exactly Universal Studious Singapore. We bought our tickets online and I recommend you to get the Express ones so you won’t wait at very long like for hours.  In the evening we took some pics at the merlion statue and we saw a nice show at Wings of time and I had a real snake around my neck too, if you want proof you can see one of mi Instagram posts. In the third day we went to Adventure Cove Waterpark where we had fun in the water. I have some objections here, though. When we first got  there, we had no where to put our things and we had to wait 1 hour so they can find us a place. Second, they closed the attractions 2 time “because of the rain” and it didn’t rain. We also went to the Trick Eye Museum that I liked.  Anyway, third day was the worst for me because of my leg, but we visited Singapore Zoo. We got tickets that included all the activities, that means Singapore Zoo, River Safari and Night Safari, all related to animals. I made a sprain at my leg and it was awful. That’s why in the next day me and my dad styed in the hotel rom with a lot of ice. For then it was planned a bird park, but I don’t know how it was called since I haven’t been there. Well, the next day I was much better so we visited Madame Tussauds Singapore which was really nice and we also got tickets for the “Bollywood experience” which I definitely loved.  In the afternoon we went to Gardens by the Bay where we took so many pics. Most of my Instagram and Tumblr posts are from this day because it was so much to picture and I was in a photo mood. In the evening we wet to the big wheel, Singapore Flyer, and had dinner there. Next day, we didn’t take breakfast at the hotel because we wanted to take breakfast in the cable car. It was a nice experience and I really enjoyed it. After that we went to see The bell of happiness . There were some more nice things there and a nice café where we ate a Rainbow Cake. 

Well, since I haven’t told you so much about Where to eat? here we go... One of my best recommendations is a really nice restaurant next on the beach  named Coastes. Btw, I am only going to tell you about the restaurants that really have something more than the others or I really liked a lot, not all the restaurants we’ve been to. Another restaurant that I didn’t really enjoy more was Shoukouwa Restaurant, which had 2 Michelin stars. I don’t really like Asian food excepting the Japanese and Chinese one so I can’t recommend you any restaurants based on that, but the restaurants I’ve mentioned before had both Asian and “normal” food if I can call it like that. We found some nice natural ice cream shop next to our hotel as well, down at the Sentosa Express ,it was named Stickhouse. Also, I said before about dinner in the big wheel and breakfast in the cable car. Yes it was a nice experience, but it wasn’t an extraordinary food. It was normal food, close to what we had at the hotel or other restaurants. We only went there for the nice experience.

We also went Shopping, but it wasn’t something special I liked about that and we only went to Vivo city so it wasn’t a big deal. 

And, yeah, I know this should’ve been the first point of this article, but now I am telling you my own opinion about Singapore and Why to visit it? 

I really liked it and I had so much fun spending time with my family and friends there. It was a nice experience and my parents promised to return there. I think you should visit Singapore at any age because you find so much stuff to do no matter how old or young you are, but it is mostly intended for kids. People there are really nice and they always smile at you, they talk to you and make you feel one of them. When I got my leg twisted, the man in the taxi told us everything about their hospitals and the others. When we got at the hotel they immediately drove me and my family at the hospital .They said I have to get a plaster case, but we knew the fact that we couldn’t fly back home with that because it was a long flight so we practically left when we sent the doctor I don't know where. :))) When my parents were called from the hospital, they said we left because they remembered they forgot their card in the room and they paid trough card so they won’  t get there again and they wont put me a plaster case. :))) Overall, it was a nice and lovely experience. Even the one with the hospital, when I couldn’t stop laughing. :)) I love you so much and if you kept reading ‘till here, well done and thank you so much. I totally recommend Singapore for anyone in the world. Where have you been for spring break?

[nako-doodles]

Tagged by my sweeties @ggukmul & @seokjinsbebe​ thanku 💖💕💖💕💖

a/age: unfortunately, 22

b/birthplace: sf,ca,us

c/current time: 1:39 pm

d/drink you had last: a cup of yuzu honey tea bc my throat is disagreeing w me today

e/easiest person to talk to:  my best friend, my moots, my mom

f/favourite songs: according to my iTunes plays: here comes the regrets by epik high feat lee hi, sea by bts, i need someone by day6, el dorado by exo, tonight by spica, burning by phantom, free somebody by luna, breathe by lee hi, love me do by vixx, yanghwa BRDG by zion.t, sunday by groovyroom, calling in love by suran feat. beenzino

g/grossest memory: since I don't want to scar my moots (again rip) so I guess my second grossest memory is living with my college freshman roommate *shivers* I swear I have never met a more disgusting person than her, idk what part of ‘I prefer my roommate to be clean and tidy’ part of the roommate questionnaire failed me, but I somehow got a weird drama student who was most likely a sugar baby (which, valid, uni is already expensive and we’re right in one of the most expensive cities in the world) but I cant imagine a rich dude would like someone WHO LITERALLY BELIEVES THAT BASIC HYGIENE IS A HOAX but we’ll get to that in a bit.

ok sit down folks I need to Rant(tm): so at my uni, all college freshman are thrown into a randomizer ‘based on your answers to the roommate questionnaire’ LIES AND SLANDER, and for my first year, I was put into a dorm literally 5 minutes out from campus. the rooms were basically hotel style (since the building was a renovated old 20s glitzy hotel that was a refurbished pre-war factory). there was a room w 2 sets of basic furniture on each side, a small walk-in closet, and a tiny bathroom -- basically it was Very Close Quarters. now my roommate arrived at the dorms earlier than I did since I had to fly across the country and she lived in the city, and already settled in...as in she literally exploded her 2 suitcases of designer clothing all over across her half of the room...like I could very clear see a single red lacy thong dangling off the corner of her study lamp. thankfully, I was alone since both my parents couldn't make the long trip back stateside, or my poor hypochondriac mother would have Perished On the Spot. the pig sty situation(tm) somehow only got worse as the year went on since she, quite literally, never did laundry. her new white sheets were stained BROWN when we moved out at the end of the year. dont even get me started on the Smell(tm) and how the city has a law prohibiting windows to be open for more than a tiny crack.

now lets talk about this bitch alright? she personally believes that shampoo and other soaps are bad for the environment (which fair, is true, but there are many soap alternatives? or just plain water??) and a hoax from capitalist society to enslave mankind (which fine, in the broadest sense of both concepts, yes is true), so she just doesn't shower. or bathe. or wash her greasy birds nest head of hair. im pretty sure the only liquids her skin touches are the 3 gallons of Chanel no. 5 she douses herself in every morning and the occasional rainstorms that come out of now where. instead, she goes through, and I kid you not, 5 cans of aerosol dry shampoo a week because apparently aerosol cans are better for the environment than, idk just using good old h2o to wash out your grime? and apparently rebels against capitalism?? (isn't buying crates of dry shampoo from Costco and using brand items the Definition of Capitalism? also; who's supposed to be the communist one? im the one w a Chinese parent???) she also owns entire drawerfuls of brand makeup that she just never takes off? and she also doesnt clean the fallout from the powders? so her makeshift vanity aka the study desk has a solid 3cm thick layer of just makeup powders?

have I mentioned she keeps almost all her (newly bought or dirty) clothes on the floor of a 100+ year old hotel room floor that has some truly suspicious stains, and that she doesn't vacuum? so on top of the stains and grime and dust and hair and grime and makeup fallout are more dust and clothes and her grime? have I also mentioned she's just never around? so I have the suffer through Her Mess(tm) and The Smell(tm) whenever im in the room??

that's bad enough right? but you know what's worse? she steals MY clean underwear and MY clean socks right from my drawer and this bitch has the AUDACITY to just leave them dirty out in the open on her side of the room???? BI TC H?????? I had the bag the things you touched as BIO HAZARDOUS WASTE bc I dont even know what rare microcosm of bacteria and viruses are present in your side of the room. a new strain of the bubonic plague? the organisms responsible for London’s Great Stink of 1858?? SARS?????? who the fuck knows???????? if I didn't know better you could maybe generously call your side of the room a fascinating study on medical and human waste at best, and a bio hazard that needs to be quarantined at worst.

you know whats the cherry on top of the cake????? the ONE TIME I found her in my room was when I changed all my sheets and washed all my laundry in preparation for winter break, and was about 6 hours from flying out to visit my parents when I came back a day after finals week ended to pack my last bit of clothes. and saw my roommate having sex marathon on, get this, my newly changed sheets. on my bed. on my side of the room. the non-infected side of the room.

excuse me bitch who told you to rub the disease-ridden dirtbag trash receptacle you call your body all over my Freshly-Washed lavender-scented sheets?? and had the audacity to get a stranger to cum and piss all over them??? BTICH??????? I changed those sheets for future jetlagged Shirley to sleep in, NOT FOR YOU TO FUCK YOURSELF ON THEM. IF YOU WANT CLEAN SHEETS THEN, I DONT KNOW, DO YOUR OWN GOD DAMNED LAUNDRY OR BUY NEW ONES SINCE YOUR CURRENT SHEETS CAN’T BE SAVED. I dont hate many people, but dear college freshman roommate, you are one of them. I would hope you rot in hell but I dont want Satan to suffer through your Stink and Grime.

tldr; I shared close quarters with an alien who time traveled from the Dark Ages and is either allergic to water or is one of those idiots who believe good humors can be washed off and let in miasma or s/thing equally obsolete and ridiculous

h/horror yes or horror no: if its an atmospheric creepy video game, sure. otherwise? nope

i/in love: *whips out her ppt about ‘why everyone should love bangtan and You Should Too’* does this count?

j/jealous of people: nope. you do you girl.

k/kids of your own someday: I view children the same way I view ted cruz -- strange, distrustful, and mildly befuddling.

l/love at first sight or should i walk by again: maybe walk by and sit down for some coffee? love is a very strong word for initial attraction

m/middle name: none

n/number of siblings: none

o/one wish: get over this cold

p/person you last called: my cousin to pick me up

q/question you’re always asked: ‘...so where are you from from? no no no, I mean....really....where are you from?’

r/random fact about you: i conducted our small school orchestra through rehearsals once because our teacher was running late

s/song you last sang: IM THE ONE I SHOULD LOOOOOOOOOOVE IN THIIIIIIIS WOOORLDDDDD🎶🎶

t/time you woke up: 8:30am to @seokjinsult​ telling me to wake up

u/underwear colour: 👀👀👀

v/vacation destination: take a trip around the world to eat good food and visit my friends

w/worst habit: not being able to speak in one language when im not being careful so when im tired my friends are always like ????huh?

x/x-rays: yep for my knees

y/your favourite food: pretty much most east/south east Asian food

z/zodiac sign: scorpio

I tag: @seokjinsult​ | @t0d-oder-freiheit​ | @glowsj​ | @taetaesday​ | @bangpdgf​ | @kimseok-jinsus​ | @seokjiniesgf​ | @kimseokjinniestan 💕

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DISCOGRAPHY: TVXQ (2004-2010)

TVXQ (2004-2010 - the split) Agency: SM Entertainment TVXQ = Tong Vfang Xien Qi (Chinese) aka DBSK (Dong Bang Shin Ki) aka Tohoshinki (in Japan) “Rising Gods of the East” Members: Xiah Junsu (2004-2010) U-Know Yunho (2004-Present) Hero Jaejoong (2004-2010) Max Changmin (2004-Present) Mickey Yoochun (2004-2010)

HUG (Debut Single) Released: January 14, 2004 Track List: 1. Hug 2. My Little Princess [MV] 3. O Holy Night 4. My Little Princess (Acappella Version) 5. Hug (Instrumental) [iTunes/Apple Music]

THE WAY U ARE (2nd Single) Title Track: The Way U Are [MV] Released: June 24, 2004 Track List: 1. The Way U Are 2. Whatever They Say 3. Mountain Spring Story, Pt.1 4. Mountain Spring 5. Mountain Spring Story, Pt.2 6. Whatever They Say (Instrumental) [iTunes/Apple Music]

TRI-ANGLE (1st Album) Title Track: I Believe [MV] Title Track: Tri-Angle (feat. BoA x Trax) [MV] Release Date: October 11, 2004 Track List: 1. I Believe [MV] 2. Thanks To 3. Tri-Angle (feat. BoA x Trax) [MV] 4. Will You Be My Girlfriend? 5. Whatever They Say (Accappella Version) [MV] 6. Million Men 7. Like Now 8. I Never Let Go 9. Hey, Kid 10. You Always 11. Hug [MV] 12. My Little Princess [MV] 13. The Way U Are [MV] 14. Tri-Angle (TVXQ Version) Japanese edition includes “Hug (International Version)” as track 15 [iTunes/Apple Music]

CHRISTMAS GIFT FROM TVXQ (Special Christmas Album) Title Track: Magic Castle [MV] Release Date: December 6, 2004 Track List: 1. Jesus, Joy Of Man's Desiring (Accapella Version) 2. The First Noel 3. Magic Castle 4. Prayer 5. Angels We Have Heard On High 6. Santa Claus Is Coming To Town 7. Silent Night Holy Night 8. Magic Castle (Instrumental) [iTunes/Apple Music]

STAY WITH ME TONIGHT (Japanese Debut Single) [MV] Release Date: April 27, 2005 Track List: 1. Stay With Me Tonight 2. Try My Love 3. Stay With Me Tonight (Instrumental) 4. Try My Love (Instrumental)

HI YA YA (SUMMER DAY) (Special Summer Single) [MV] Release Date: June 23, 2005 Track List:  1. Hi Ya Ya (Summer Day) 2. 공간 (하늘과 바다 사이…) (Whisper Of…) 3. 너희들 것이니까 (I Wish…) 4. 지금처럼 (Piano Version) 5. Hi Ya Ya (Summer’s Day) (Instrumental) 6.  너희들 것이니까 (I Wish…) (Instrumental) [iTunes/Apple Music]

SOMEBODY TO LOVE (2nd Japanese Single) [MV] Release Date: July 13 2005 Track List: 1. Somebody to Love 2. Kotoba wa Iranai 3. Somebody To Love (Accappella Version) 4. Somebody To Love (Instrumental) 5. Kotoba wa Iranai (Instrumental)

RISING SUN (2nd Album) Title Track: Rising Sun Release Date: September 12, 2005 Track List: 1. Tonight [MV] 2. Beautiful Life [MV] 3. Rising Sun 4. Unforgettable 5. Love Is Never Gone 6. LOVE After LOVE 7. Dangerous Mind 8. One 9. LOVE Is... 10. Free Your Mind [MV] 11. Love Is All I Need 12. Always There... [MV] [iTunes/Apple Music]

MY DESTINY (3rd Japanese Single) [MV] Release Date: November 2, 2005 Track List: 1. My Destiny 2. Eternal 3. My Destiny (Accapella Version) 4. My Destiny (Instrumental) 5. Eternal (Instrumental)

TVXQ x SUPER JUNIOR 05 - SHOW ME YOUR LOVE (Single) [MV] Release Date: December 15, 2005 Track List:  1. Show Me Your Love 2. I Wanna Hold You (by TVXQ) 3. I’m Your Man (by Super Junior 05) 4. Show Me Your Love (Instrumental) [iTunes/Apple Music]

ASU WA KURU KARA (4th Japanese Single) [MV] Release Date: March 8, 2006 Track List: 1. Asu wa Kuru Kara 2. The Way U Are (Japanese Version) 3. Asu wa Kuru Kara (Vocal & Piano Version) [iTunes]

HEART, MIND, AND SOUL  (1st Japanese Album) Release Date: March 22, 2006 Track List:  1. Introlude 2. Kotoba wa Iranai 3. Asu wa Kuru Kara [MV] 4. Somebody to Love [MV] 5. My Destiny  [MV] 6. Hug 7.  Break Up the Shell 8.  Stay With Me Tonight [MV] 9. Aisenai Aishitai 10. One 11. Rising Sun [MV] 12. Eternal 13. Heart, Mind, and Soul 14. Stay With Me Tonight (Acappella Version) 15. Somebody to Love (Acapella Version) 16. My Destiny (Acapella Version) 17. Asu wa Kuru Kara (Vocal & Piano Version)

RISING SUN/HEART, MIND, AND SOUL (5th Japanese Single) Title Track: Rising Sun (Japanese Version) [MV] Release Date: April 19, 2006 [iTunes]

BEGIN (6th Japanese Single) [MV] Release Date: June 21, 2006 [iTunes]

RISING SUN - THE 1ST LIVE CONCERT (1st Live Album) Release Date: July 14, 2006 [iTunes/Apple Music]

SKY (7th Japanese Single) [MV] Release Date: August 16, 2006 Track List: 1. Sky (Special Dance-Sky Short Version Medley) 2. Sky 3. No Pain No Gain 4. Asu wa Kuru Kara (2 Future Club Mix) 5. Sky (Instrumental) 6. No Pain No Gain (Instrumental) [iTunes]

“O”-JUNG.BAN.HAP (3rd Album) Title Track: “O”-Jung.Ban.Hap [MV] Title Track: Balloons Track List: 1. “O”-Jung.Ban.Hap [MV] 2. You’re My Miracle [MV] 3. Hey! Girl 4. Get Me Some 5. I’ll Be There 6. Remember 7. The Story Has Just Begun 8. On & On 9. Phantom 10. You Only Love 11. Balloons [MV] [iTunes/Apple Music]

MISS YOU/”O”-Sei-Han-Go” (8th Japanese Single) Title Track: Miss You [MV] Title Track: “O”-Sei-Han-Go [MV] Release Date: November 8, 2006 Track List: 1. Miss You 2. “O”-Sei-han-Go (”O”-Jung.Ban.Hap Japanese Version) 3. Sky (Tvp Uta’s Mix) 4. Miss You (Instrumental) 5. “O”-Sei-Han-Go (Instrumental) [iTunes]

STEP BY STEP (9th Japanese Single) [MV] Release Date: January 24, 2007 Track List: 1. Step by Step 2. Proud 3. Proud (Acapella Version) [iTunes]

CHOOSEY LOVER (10th Japanese Single) [MV] Release Date: March 7, 2007 [iTunes]

FIVE IN THE BLACK (2nd Japanese Album) Release Date: March 14, 2007 Track List: 1. Zion 2. Sky [MV] 3. Begin [MV] 4. Choosey Lover [MV] 5. Dead End 6. High Time 7. Proud 8 Yakusoku 9. Miss You [MV] 10. “O”- Sei.Han.Go [MV] 11. I’ll Be There 12. Step by Step [MV] 13. Hello Again 14. Begin (Acapella Version) 15. Miss You (Ballad Version) [iTunes]

LOVIN’ YOU (11th Japanese Single) [MV] Release Date: June 13, 2007 Track List: 1. Lovin’ You 2. Go Senshi 3. Yakusoku (Extra NSB Mix) [iTunes]

SUMMER: Summer Dream/Song for You/Love in the Ice (12th Japanese Single)  Release Date: August 1, 2007 Track List: 1. Summer Dream [MV] 2. Song for You 3. Love in the Ice 4. Hug (Acapella Version) [iTunes]

SHINE/RIDE ON (13th Japanese Single) Release Date: September 19, 2007 Track List: 1. Shine [MV] 2. Ride On 3. Lovin’ You (Harus Deep Water Mix) [iTunes]

KUMI KODA - LAST ANGEL (feat. TOHOSHINKI) (Collaboration Japanese Single - Kumi Koda’s 38th Single) [MV] Release Date: November 7, 2007 [iTunes/Apple Music]

FOREVER LOVE (14th Japanese Single) [MV] Release Date: November 14, 2007 Track List: 1. Forever Love 2. Day Moon - Harudaru - [iTunes]

TOGETHER (15th Japanese Single) [MV] Release Date: December 19, 2007 [iTunes]

PURPLE LINE (16th Japanese Single) [MV] Release Date: January 15, 2008 Track List: 1. Purple Line 2. Dead End (STY Gin n’ Tonic Mix) [iTunes]

T (3rd Japanese Album) Release Date: January 22, 2008 Track List: 1. TRICK 2. No? 3. Purple Line [MV] 4. Forever Love [MV] 5. Summer Dream [MV] 6. Ride On 7. Darkness Eyes 8. Lovin’ You [MV] 9. Rainbow 10. Shine [MV] 11. Last Angel (Tohoshinki Version) 12. Clap! 13. Love in the Ice 14. Forever Love (Acapella Version) 15. Lovin’ You (Haru’s Deep Water Mix) 16. Together (Bonus Track) [MV] [iTunes]

TWO HEARTS/WILD SOUL (17th Japanese Single) TRICK PART 1 Release Date: February 6, 2008 Track List: 1. Two Hearts 2. Wild Soul (Changmin Solo) [iTunes]

RUNAWAY/MY GIRLFRIEND (18th Japanese Single) TRICK PART 2 Release Date: February 13, 2008 Track List: 1. Runaway 2. My Girlfriend (Yuchun Solo) [iTunes]

IF...!?/RAINY NIGHT (19th Japanese Single) TRICK PART 3 Release Date: February 27, 2008 Track List: 1. If...!? 2. Rainy Night (Xia Junsu Solo) [iTunes]

CLOSE TO YOU/CRAZY LIFE (20th Japanese Single) TRICK PART 4 Release Date:  March 5, 2008 Track List: 1. Close to You 2. Crazy Life (Yunho Solo) [iTunes]

KEYWORD/MAZE (21st Japanese Single) TRICK PART 5 Release Date :March 12, 2008 Track List: 1. Keyword 2. Maze (Jaejoong Solo) [iTunes]

BEAUTIFUL YOU/SENNEN KOI UTA (22nd Japanese Single) [MV] Release Date: April 23, 2008 Track List: 1. Beautiful You 2. Sennen Koi Uta [iTunes]

DOSHITE KIMI O SUKI NI NATTE SHIMATTANDARO? (23rd Japanese Single) [MV] Release Date: July 16, 2008 Track List: 1. Dōshite Kimi o Suki ni Natte Shimattandarō? 2. Box in the Ship 3. Dōshite Kimi o Suki ni Natte Shimattandarō? (Acapella Version) 4. Dōshite Kimi o Suki ni Natte Shimattandarō? (Instrumental) 5. Box in the Ship (Instrumental) [iTunes]

MIROTIC (4th Album) Title Track: Mirotic Release Date: September 26, 2008 Track List: 1. Mirotic 2. Wrong Number [MV] 3. Picture of You 4. Crazy Love 5. Hey! (Don’t Bring Me Down) 6. You’re My Melody 7. Rainbow 8. Paradise 9. Are You a Good Girl? [MV] 10. Flower Lady 11. Forgotten Season 12. Love in the Ice (Korean Version) 13. Mirotic (Marked “E” for “Explicit” on iTunes) [iTunes/Apple Music]

JUMON - MIROTIC (24th Japanese single) [MV] Release Date: October 15, 2008 Track List: 1. Jumon - Mirotic - 2. Dōshite Kimi o Suki ni Natte Shimattandarō? (The LEVEL Remix) 3. Jumon - Mirotic - (Instrumental) [iTunes]

MIROTIC - SPECIAL EDITION (4th Album Repackage) Release Date: November 12, 2008 Reorders Original Track List & Adds: 2. Don’t Cry My Lover 6. Wish 10. Love Bye Love 14. Don’t Say Goodbye 17. Wrong Number (Music Video Version) 18. Wrong Number (Performance Version) 19. Mirotic (Acoustic Version) [iTunes/Apple Music]

BOLERO/KISS THE BABY SKY/WASURENAIDE (25th Japanese Single) Release Date: January 21, 2009 Track List: 1. Bolero [MV] 2. Kiss the Baby Sky [MV] 3. Wasurenaide 4. Dōshite Kimi o Suki ni Natte Shimattandarō? (Royal Mirrorball Mix)  5. Bolero (Instrumental) 6. Kiss the Baby Sky (Instrumental) 7. Wasurenaide (Instrumental) [iTunes]

SURVIVOR (26th Japanese Single) [MV] Release Date: March 11, 2009 Track List: 1. Survivor 2. Take Your Hand 3. Survivor (Seven Seas Premium) 4. Survivor (Instrumental) 5. Take You Hand (Instrumental) [iTunes]

THE SECRET CODE (4th Japanese Album) Release Date: March 25, 2009 Track List: 1. Secret Game 2. Force 3. Dōshite Kimi o Suki ni Natte Shimattandarō? [MV] 4. Nobody Knows 5. Beautiful You [MV] 6. Wasurenaide 7. 9095 8. Jumon - Mirotic - [MV] 9. Taxi 10. Stand Up! 11. Survivor [MV] 12. Kiss the Baby Sky [MV] 13. Bolero [MV] 1. We Are 2. Take Your Hands (I.Am.Electro Remix) 3. Box in the Ship 4. Sennenkoiuta (Japanese Version) 5. Purple Line [iTunes]

SHARE THE WORLD/WE ARE! (27th Japanese Single) Release Date: April 22, 2009 Track List: 1. Share the World [MV] 2. We Are! 3. Asu wa Kuru Kara 4. Share the World (Save a Remix) 5. Share the World (Instrumental) 6. We Are! (Instrumental) [iTunes] STAND BY U (28th Japanese Single) [MV] Release Date: July 1, 2009 Track List: 1. Stand by U [MV] 2. Tea for Two 3.  Sky 4. Stand by U (Luv Behind the MLD Mix) 5. Stand by U (Instrumental) 6. Tea for Two (Instrumental) [iTunes]

BREAK OUT! (29th Japanese Single) Release Date: January 27, 2010 Track List: 1. Break Out! [MV] 2. Xiahtic (Xia Solo) 3. Break Out! (New Jack Swing Mix) 4. Break Out! (Instrumental) 5. Xiatic (Instrumental) [iTunes]

BEST SELECTION 2010 (Japanese Best Album) Release Date: February 17, 2010 Track List: 1. Jumon - Mirotic - [MV] 2. Share the World [MV] 3. My Destiny [MV] 4. Dōshite Kimi o Suki ni Natte Shimattandarō? [MV] 5. Purple Line [MV] 6. Stand by U [MV] 7. Stay With Me Tonight [MV] 8. Asu wa Kuru Kara [MV] 9. “O”-  Sei.Han.Go [MV] 10. Sky [MV] 11. Somebody to Love [MV] 12. Lovin’ You [MV] 13. Rising Sun [MV] 14. Summer Dream [MV] 15. Bolero [MV] 16. Begin [MV] 1. Forever Love [MV] 2. Shine [MV] 3. Love in the Ice 4. Beautiful You [MV] 5. Hug (Japanese Version) 6. Amaku Hateshinaku 7. Toki wo Tomete 8. With All My Heart - Kimi ga odoru,Natsu 9. Break Out! [MV] [iTunes]

TOKI WO TOMETE (30th Japanese Single) Released: March 24, 2010 Track List: 1. Toki wo Tomete 2. Checkmate (Yunho Solo) 3. Toki wo Tomete (Instrumental) 4. Checkmate (Instrumental)