Happy Birthday Howon!!

I first fell in love with your dorkiness, but then I fell in love with your hard work and dedication to the thing you love. It’s great to see someone so passionate about their work because it helps me learn. Watching you over the years gave me a chance to become more passionate about what I want to do in life and how I want to succeed. Whenever I see you dance & rap, I can’t help falling in love with your talents even more. Whenever I see you sing, I can’t help but feel proud to see your vocal talents shine. Whenever I see you act, I can’t help but smile at how far you’ve gotten with your acting. I’ve watched Infinite and you both grow into great, amazing beings and it makes me so happy and proud. I hope that only good things come for you and Infinite. I hope that in the future, you can look back at these moments and remember that your work and dedication helped you shine brightly. 

I have this bad habit of tagging your things as #hoyuck, #hoyuckity, #hoass, and I really hope that people don’t get the wrong thoughts, but you really are my bias and will continue to be so. I never doubt your skills and talents cutie. Your K-Con stage blew me and my little asian heart away. Don’t ever stop doing that. It’s what makes me happy. 

Once again, happy birthday ugleehowon. you’re kinda cool. :)
hope you get tons of birthday cake on your face :D

“sorry i’m thinking about cats again”

(based on something that happened between a friend and myself, except that i was watching dog videos)

(also im sry i changed my url haha sweats)

Sometimes, I’ll just be going about my day and it’s just an average Tuesday and then sometimes – this feeling hits me out of nowhere.

This super heavy feeling in my chest that makes me feel like I can’t breathe sometimes.

And sometimes, when that feeling hits me, it feels like you’re with me and I can breathe again.

And in that moment, I will laugh because I remember something funny you did or how easily and unconditionally you made me feel love – especially today, in a world that doesn’t seem to love easily. A world that doesn’t seem to love at all.

And somehow, even if just in that moment, it seems like I’ll be okay again.
Maybe not today.
But someday.
Someday I’ll be okay again.

The world around us may have changed, but we haven’t.

And then sometimes, I remember you’re gone… but then, I’ll remember your smile.

And then I smile.

—  I miss you. I miss you so much.

 but secretly everyone’s captivated by Yuta’s sexy body moves ♥ 🔞🔞

Someone to Watch Over Me
Ella Fitzgerald
Someone to Watch Over Me

Other times, Ella Fitzgerald is more than incredible on her own. This song, Someone To Watch Over Me, is just so sooo *insert adjective better than ‘amazing’*. It’s exactly what I love about jazz, the smooth quality it has in other quieter spheres when it does not have to be surrounded by a cacophony of brass instruments (which I still adore) but sometimes all you need is honest lyrics, a good pianist and an incredible vocalist.


Entry 597: The Kadi

Home World: Unknown

Occupation: Ritualistic aliens of the week

First Appearance: “Someone to Watch Over Me” (VOY, 1999)

Summary: These peaceful humanoids live deep in the heart of the Delta Quadrant. Strictly ritualistic and conservative by Federation standards, the Kadi are expected to pray to the Goddess Mother several times a day, and refrain from imbibing in any unnecessary drug or alcohol use. They lack the enzyme that allows other species to break down synthehol, allowing them to become intoxicated from drinking it (which for most species, including humans, is impossible). Even strong-tasting foods are frowned upon, so as not to overstimulate the senses. Kadi males and females work separately, to prevent any form of distraction. Diplomatic meetings with other species require specific steps be taken by these species to avoid any offense. However, it should be noted that younger Kadi, when visiting other societies, are not held overly responsible for imbibing out of curiosity, so long as they don’t make a habit of it when returning to their own people.