help_Japan Pimping

My thing for help_japan will be translating. I don't have any confidence in being able to write to satisfy a specific person, but I have lots of pride in my translation services! ♥

Links to my threads:

Song translations - Up to ten people, pricing $1 to $10 per song depending on what you think is appropriate.

15 Minutes of Audio - Up to 15 minutes of any show, whether it's radio, variety, or drama.

Manhwa or Donginji Translation - Top two bids, 60 pages and 30 pages.

If you know someone that might be interested in anything the community has to offer, please send them that-a-way. All proceeds are definitely going straight to charities. ♥

The community actually has a delicious that they constantly update at so go check it out!

Let's all do what we can for the victims of the disasters.


help_japan is a community created to "raise funds to assist Japan after being hit by both an earthquake and a tsunami. It is a multi-fandom, multi-media auction with the intention of uniting everyone with the one cause: to help Japan."

I'm going to be auctioning off my translation services and some graphic packs, possibly along with a fanfic or band memorabilia. I hope you will all consider joining the auction as either a bidder or to auction something off.

I hope all of you are alright, and none of you were affected by the aftershocks. Some of you in particular, I'm really worried about. Please check in? ♥

Old school Kpop, let's go! : Part 1

원투 (OneTwo) - 자~ 엉덩이 (Now~ Booty)

원투 (OneTwo) - 쿵짝 (Koong Jjak)

이정현 (Lee Jung Hyun) - 바꿔 (Change)

이정현 (Lee Jung Hyun) - 와 (Come)

Sechskies - 무모한 사랑 (Reckless Love)

Sechskies - Roadfighter

U.N - 파도 (Wave)

천명훈 (Chun Myung Hoon) - 달려! (Run!)

슈가 (Sugar) - Secret

And of course, can't forget this:

Sechskies & H.O.T. performing Candy. ♥

[NaNoWriMo] A pep talk from Lemony Snicket

Dear Cohort,
Struggling with your novel? Paralyzed by the fear that it's nowhere near good enough? Feeling caught in a trap of your own devising? You should probably give up.
For one thing, writing is a dying form. One reads of this every day. Every magazine and newspaper, every hardcover and paperback, every website and most walls near the freeway trumpet the news that nobody reads anymore, and everyone has read these statements and felt their powerful effects. The authors of all those articles and editorials, all those manifestos and essays, all those exclamations and eulogies - what would they say if they knew you were writing something? They would urge you, in bold-faced print, to stop.
Clearly, the future is moving us proudly and zippily away from the written word, so writing a novel is actually interfering with the natural progress of modern society. It is old-fashioned and fuddy-duddy, a relic of a time when people took artistic expression seriously and found solace in a good story told well. We are in the process of disentangling ourselves from that kind of peace of mind, so it is rude for you to hinder the world by insisting on adhering to the beloved paradigms of the past. It is like sitting in a gondola, listening to the water carry you across the water, while everyone else is zooming over you in jetpacks, belching smoke into the sky. Stop it, is what the jet-packers would say to you. Stop it this instant, you in that beautiful craft of intricately-carved wood that is giving you such a pleasant journey.
Besides, there are already plenty of novels. There is no need for a new one. One could devote one's entire life to reading the work of Henry James, for instance, and never touch another novel by any other author, and never be hungry for anything else, the way one could live on nothing but multivitamin tablets and pureed root vegetables and never find oneself craving wild mushroom soup or linguini with clam sauce or a plain roasted chicken with lemon-zested dandelion greens or strong black coffee or a perfectly ripe peach or chips and salsa or caramel ice cream on top of poppyseed cake or smoked salmon with capers or aged goat cheese or a gin gimlet or some other startling item sprung from the imagination of some unknown cook. In fact, think of the world of literature as an enormous meal, and your novel as some small piddling ingredient - the drawn butter, for example, served next to a large, boiled lobster. Who wants that? If it were brought to the table, surely most people would ask that it be removed post-haste.
Even if you insisted on finishing your novel, what for? Novels sit unpublished, or published but unsold, or sold but unread, or read but unreread, lonely on shelves and in drawers and under the legs of wobbly tables. They are like seashells on the beach. Not enough people marvel over them. They pick them up and put them down. Even your friends and associates will never appreciate your novel the way you want them to. In fact, there are likely just a handful of readers out in the world who are perfect for your book, who will take it to heart and feel its mighty ripples throughout their lives, and you will likely never meet them, at least under the proper circumstances. So who cares? Think of that secret favorite book of yours - not the one you tell people you like best, but that book so good that you refuse to share it with people because they'd never understand it. Perhaps it's not even a whole book, just a tiny portion that you'll never forget as long as you live. Nobody knows you feel this way about that tiny portion of literature, so what does it matter? The author of that small bright thing, that treasured whisper deep in your heart, never should have bothered.
Of course, it may well be that you are writing not for some perfect reader someplace, but for yourself, and that is the biggest folly of them all, because it will not work. You will not be happy all of the time. Unlike most things that most people make, your novel will not be perfect. It may well be considerably less than one-fourth perfect, and this will frustrate you and sadden you. This is why you should stop. Most people are not writing novels which is why there is so little frustration and sadness in the world, particularly as we zoom on past the novel in our smoky jet packs soon to be equipped with pureed food. The next time you find yourself in a group of people, stop and think to yourself, probably no one here is writing a novel. This is why everyone is so content, here at this bus stop or in line at the supermarket or standing around this baggage carousel or sitting around in this doctor's waiting room or in seventh grade or in Johannesburg. Give up your n ovel, and join the crowd. Think of all the things you could do with your time instead of participating in a noble and storied art form. There are things in your cupboards that likely need to be moved around.
In short, quit. Writing a novel is a tiny candle in a dark, swirling world. It brings light and warmth and hope to the lucky few who, against insufferable odds and despite a juggernaut of irritations, find themselves in the right place to hold it. Blow it out, so our eyes will not be drawn to its power. Extinguish it so we can get some sleep. I plan to quit writing novels myself, sometime in the next hundred years.
--Lemony Snicket


Why do people include what communities they're modding in their profiles?

I've noticed only people who have like... 5+ communities do that.

Why? ._.; It looks like bragging.

Well, fuck that.

For all of those out there that think fanfics are disrespectful and rude to the singer/band/actors/whatever...
And that fanfic writers are nothing but pervs and stans (yes, stan: stalker + fan, therefore not a flattering word, omona) who really really like buttsex...


I don't have to put up with your faggotry.
Nor does any other writer.
Keep your opinions to your fucking self.

And stop reading our fics.
kthx. Toodles.