Christina held the laminated concert badge in her hand, which read "B.A.P all-access VIP pass" along with a few pictures of the members of B.A.P on the front. Yongguk, Himchan, Youngjae, Jongup, Zelo, they were all there, in strange yet seductive poses, or at least seductive to Christina. She still couldn't believe that she won the pass in a boxing contest, pulling off a come-from-behind victory in the 32nd round against a seven-foot tall, steroid abusing, sexually frustrated lady that went by the name of "Shalilian."
How did she win the badge? Because of her sheer strength? No, she was actually quite weak. Determination? Almost.
Love. She won because of her love for B.A.P, unmatched by any other. As she held on to the badge attached to the black B.A.P lanyard wrapped around her neck, she glanced at all the members posing on her badge, but really only looked at one person.
Daehyun. She loved Daehyun.
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 19, 2013
The Purge
12 hours. That's all we have to endure. Once a year, every year, we have to make it through one night. Twelve hours. That's all.
Because once a year, every year, all crime is legal in America. All crime, including murder. Especially murder. There will be no government intervention, no police, no ambulances, and no firefighters available during the entire night.
Why does this night exist? The government claims that it "purifies" Americans, lets them "vent" their negative emotions.
But that's true only for those who can afford weapons, those who can afford protection, and those who are important enough to be exempt from the killing. Everyone else that doesn't fit into those categories dies.
I can't afford weapons. I can't afford protection. I'm not important to society. And neither is my seven year old daughter.
Because once a year, every year, all crime is legal in America. All crime, including murder. Especially murder. There will be no government intervention, no police, no ambulances, and no firefighters available during the entire night.
Why does this night exist? The government claims that it "purifies" Americans, lets them "vent" their negative emotions.
But that's true only for those who can afford weapons, those who can afford protection, and those who are important enough to be exempt from the killing. Everyone else that doesn't fit into those categories dies.
I can't afford weapons. I can't afford protection. I'm not important to society. And neither is my seven year old daughter.
Jun 12, 2013
The Medical Compound
I'm sick. Totally and utterly sick. I've been bedridden for twenty days now, and there's no sign of recovery any time soon.
I can tell mom's becoming quite worried. She's taken my temperature every two hours. Every meal I've had for the past few weeks had been chicken noodle soup. Every four hours, she replaces the wet rag on my forehead.
It's been relaxing, to be honest, spending day after day watching TV, or surfing the Internet on my laptop, or reading. It really isn't that bad, even though I'm probably never going to recover. You know why?
Because I'm not sick. I'm just a genius. And starting from today, I'm on permanent vacation.
I can tell mom's becoming quite worried. She's taken my temperature every two hours. Every meal I've had for the past few weeks had been chicken noodle soup. Every four hours, she replaces the wet rag on my forehead.
It's been relaxing, to be honest, spending day after day watching TV, or surfing the Internet on my laptop, or reading. It really isn't that bad, even though I'm probably never going to recover. You know why?
Because I'm not sick. I'm just a genius. And starting from today, I'm on permanent vacation.
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