Question #2: If the guys did not have email, why not create one?
Answer #2: Busy. Not enough time. Alternate universe. Too stupid. I go for the latter.
Question #3: Why didn't Yunho and Changmin not make Twitter accounts to communicate back?
Answer: Possible choices are that (1) they have secret twitter accounts or (2) their mere presence would implode Twitterverse. Oh, and one of my friends said the interactions would have caused a scandal. Good point. I also would like to think that they have a fear of Twitter. A sad but possible thing. Also...they're guys. Idiots.
Question #4: Why didn't they just send snail mail if they were THAT desperate to get in contact with each other?
Answer: Now I have both a serious and comical answer. (1) The mail would have been c***blocked by SM/gotten lost/not at home/no time. (2) These guys are the same age as some of us. Which of you guys still write letters to your friends in the same neighborhood as you? Cmon now~
Question #5: Why not use a third party?
Answer: Jae said he tried that. He said it didn't work out? You know why? ...You guys ever play the Telephone Game? One person says a message, the next person passes that message down...then the next...then the next...then the next. Well...the message will most likely change by the time it gets to the last person. Too risky. All in all...bad move to use third party.
Just to review, we have discussed possible reasons of no contact between the guys pretty much (both in serious and comical fashion).
I said all this to prove my final conclusion...
Thus, my long-winded hypothesis on this whole ordeal has come to a close. This has been a dissertation by Professor Genie. I am here all week.
For those who have not read the "Stalkers Called Caterpillars" post, you might go, "What the heck? Caterpillars that stalk people? O_O" Yes, you heard me right. There are such things as caterpillars who stalk people, people including me. Why caterpillars stalk me remains a mystery to even to me. I remember the day when it all started....
I was sitting on my swing outside one fine summer day. As a simple little 10-year-old girl, I had no other thought on my mind but to spend my day in the sun...at least until lunchtime ^^ And what better way to spend your day outside in the sun than sitting in your favorite swing in the backyard, right? hehe.
Well, as I was sitting on my swing, I noticed something odd on the slide next to me. Reluctantly, I got off my swing and proceeded to investigate the slide. As I got closer, I finally saw the odd thing on the slide: a little caterpillar. I remember it distinctly; it was greenish-brown and had a lot of black specks on it. It had a little hair on it, not much at all.
Now, I am no fan of bugs at all, but the caterpillar surprisingly didn't creep me out. It looked friendly enough. I guess the caterpillar didn't mind me too much either, since it gazed back at me and did a little wiggle dance. I just laughed at the little caterpillar. "Haha! You're a cute little guy...or girl...whatever you are. Sorry for not greeting you properly. I'm Genesis. Nice to meet you!" The caterpillar just wiggled some more.
I realized how high off the ground it was then. In my mind, I figured it wanted to be back on the ground. Caterpillars shouldn't be in a dangerous place like a slide, right? Therefore, I went to get a leaf to help the caterpillar down onto the ground. When I offered the leaf to the caterpillar, he easily crawled onto the leaf and sat there. "That wasn't too hard. Now...where's your home?" Then, I came up with a brilliant idea: put him/her next to some flowers! Caterpillars like flowers ^^
Thus, I walked to the frontyard area and put the caterpillar and the leaf next to some flowers next to the mailbox. I just watched the caterpillar's reactions for a little while. It sat there for a moment as if it was confused or something. Why would it be confused? I thought caterpillars liked flowers. I scrunched up my face. Then, I mentally facepalmed myself. "Gosh, Genesis, of course! Why would the caterpillar crawl all the way from the frontyard to the backyard? For all you know, it's home is in the backyard." (Note: I talked to myself sometimes, but I promise I'm not crazy XD)
I picked up the leaf with the caterpillar still on it and walked back to the backyard. Where would this caterpillar's home be? It couldn't be on the slide. Caterpillar's shouldn't be on slides. I looked down at the caterpillar for some inspiration. It seemed to have read my mind because it did a curling motion as if it was pointing at something. I raised my eyebrows and looked at the direction it was pointing, which was toward the trees.
The lightbulb came on! Of course! No wonder it was in a high place. It must be getting ready to become a butterfly! :D Cocoons usually hang in high places anyway, so it must have been trying to find a place to start making a cocoon. I started to head to the trees, but I stopped when my mother's voice rang through my head: "Genesis, don't go in those trees. You don't know what's in there."
Now, I have always been the obedient little girl. I wouldn't go in the trees. ^^
However...mom didn't say anything about going "near" the trees.... 8D
With the caterpillar still perched on the leaf I was carrying, I made my way to the trees near our backyard. The trees had to to be my heigh times 20 of me...at the least. I gulped at the height of the giants, wondering how in the world would the caterpillar get all the way to the top. Then again, it DID crawl towards the top of my slide, which was amazing in my book. "You must be pretty strong to get that high. Aren't you afraid?" It just wiggled a little. Aish! I'm talking to a caterpillar. What's wrong with me? -___-
I walked up to one of the trees and held the leaf out the tree so the caterpillar could crawl onto the tree. At first, it didn't do anything. Did I pick the right tree? Is it scared? After a few moments of the caterpillar's not doing anything, I moved onto to another tree.
Went to another tree.
Went to another tree.
"Grrr! Listen! I'm risking a whopping, coming over here to the trees like mom told me not to, so you need to make up your mind."
The caterpillar just tilted it's head up at me as if it understood me. I gave a deep sigh. "Why are you so picky?" The caterpillar turned its head to the trees and just remained still. Now what was it doing?
"Hey! Don't ignore me!" I looked back at the trees, and I saw something really cool...
On one of the trees, there were cocoons EVERYWHERE! It looked like a caterpillar/butterfly breeding ground. xD "Oooh~no wonder you didn't like the other trees. You want that one, right?" The caterpillar just remained still, but its head was definitely looking in the direction of that tree. "Cool! You'll get to be with your friends and family!" I walked over to the tree with the cocoons on it. Yep, there were a bunch of them. Some of them looked like the caterpillars had already transformed and flew out the cocoon..."Alright! Here's our stop." I held the leaf to the tree. Unlike all the other times before, the caterpillar started crawling from the leaf to the tree. Success! 8D
Have you ever had one of those days where you just want to do this?
Okay...not do THAT! ^^;; I mean THIS....
Yes, that. That is how I feel today.
Not giving a rat's booty.
I'm sure that is probably how Jaejoong felt at that press conference that day too. Look at him! You can't even see his handsome face; it's absorbed into the table (lucky table >.>)
I assumed the same position during my quiz today. The teacher gave me a "-_-" look, but I didn't care. I worked my butt off this school semester; I deserve to put my head down for a few minutes, especially since I haven't been feeling my best these days.
However, even when you get tired and worn out from life's events, you have to keep going in this fast-paced world. T_T However, that should not stop you from putting your head down.
Therefore, to all the ones who don't feel like moving forward anymore...
I commerate this poem to you, and I call this poem...Head Down, Screw Off. *ahem*
Please, my head is down
I have a reason to frown
So please, get off my case
Screw off and give me my space
The sunshine hurts my eyes
My body just wants to lie
Down in a comfy bed
Not be out here instead
Excuse my tactless manner
My blunt attitude; it's just the matter
Of wanting some peace and quiet
So please, hush, cease, silence!
I will arise and walk again in five
However, until that fateful time
I am officially off
With head down, so screw off
I was rummaging through my closet one day, trying to figure out what clothes I should keep in my closet or which clothes to put in the basement, and I came across one of khaki cargo pants from WAY back in the day. The moment I looked at the pants, I hopped into my little time machine and went back to my middle school years...
It was a normal day at my youth church. Hang with my friends before service. Go to service. Eat in the cafeteria after service. Nothing out the ordinary.
Well, it was ordinary, until my friends decided to try some mischief.
The cooks that evening served pizza to everyone (which was pretty darn good) that night. I remember walking up to the counter, practically drooling because I was STARVING. However, during this time, my friend's plotting at the table behind me went without my notice (hey, I was hungry little teenaged girl! I had more pressing matters at hand), so what happened next threw me for a loop.
I remember it all in slow motion.
I turn around with the biggest grin on my face, relieved to know that my stomach would soon be filled with the delicious pepperoni pizza that was steaming from my plate. I walk with a happy stride to the table, where my three friends awaited. Two of them looked at me with calm expressions. Too calm. However, their seemingly innocent faces did not deter me from my immediate goal: to sit down and enjoy God's gift called food.
God has a sense of humor.
I eagerly walk around to the side to an empty space next to the third friend, and I become more excited knowing that I am closer to obtaining my goal. Then...
Now...realize that I am now on the floor. I don't care about that.
Realize that my friend's foot was sticking out from under the table. I don't care about that.
Realize that a few giggles had rang out throughout the minature cafeteria. I don't care about that.
What I did care about was...
"Where's the pizza???"
The answer came to me through a squishy noise under my leg. No...it can't be, I thought.
But it was. My precious pepperoni goodness was not smushed under the weight of my leg.
I received further evidence when I got up and looked down at the fallen pizza.
What a waste.
I stopped paying my respects to the poor pizza when I heard loud laughter from my three friends. I snapped my head in their direction, practically fuming from the ears. I opened my mouth to say something (I don't remember what it was, but it probably wouldn't have been something Jesus would say), but one of the laughing hyenas pointed at my leg.
I slowly looked down and saw an interesting sight.
Marinera sauce, cheese, tiny crumbs of crust, and a piece of pepperoni - all these things were smeared on my pair of (guess...yep, you're right!) khaki cargo pants.
I just stared.
Laughed some more.
And proceeded to punish my friends for their wicked ways (that's another story).
Anyway, yes, there goes my tale of the khaki cargo pants. Funny how a simple pair of pants made me smile at a memory several years ago.
I decided to keep it in my closet. :)