Ppeogigayo and I have a problem lately. Not Chicken (see “The Addiction”), but the live Music Bank version of “Before U Go” with that whole “SLOW DOWN” section. Damn. All we’ve come up with for a description is “Oh baby,” “classy+primal=TVXQ” (technically a working definition for TVXQ), and “Dear god, these two have absolutely succeeded in making any girl that watches them want to be in their beds.”
(Anything else we’ve said is slightly less appropriate than the above statements, including “Max Changmin obviously didn’t invent the pelvic thrust, but he has succeeded in mastering it.”)
I feel so horrible now, a whole different kind of horrible than watching the “Rising Sun” performance the other day :’(, since we seem like such creepers on these two men. In our defense, we did not ask for such a testosterone filled performance and extended dance break, though we were thankful for it.
I can’t even go on about this anymore without getting the undeniable urge to rewatch it in 1080p, and drool over the… extreme musical prowess of two highly refined vocalists (Okay, even Changmin/Yunho belting and the BRILLIANT GLISS are eargasm worthy, so it’s not a lie!).
Ah! I’ve found the perfect definition: NOM NOM NOM (Excluding the awkward background dancers) ;D
P.S. Sorry if you think we’re freaks now, but you were warned.
Sueñoteamor has a problem lately. This problem is not school-related, boy-related, or even family-related.
It is stomach-related.
It is chicken.
It’s been a few months now that we’ve really started listening to SHINee. At first, all was well. I was busy fangirling over Jjong, she was busy drooling over Key, there was much Lucifer played and replayed (pun intended), and everyone was happy.
However, at some point, we started finding macros of Onew, all having to do with chicken. We didn’t know what was going on, but we found it entertaining. Then, one of us came across the Mexicana CF, and behold! we were enlightened.
Scary things began happening after this point. Sueñoteamor began talking about chicken – a lot. Chicken parmesan, chicken pasta, Cornish hens, fried chicken – everything came back to this marvelous bird. Normal conversations on Skype and in physics class would be derailed by chicken allusions. As the weeks passed, the chicken craze spread to both me and our friendly neighborhood E.L.F.
(life when dinner does not include chicken)
There is no escaping the craving anymore. I want chicken for breakfast, for snacks, when I wake up hungry at 4 in the morning. Oh, Onew, I can’t decide whether I want to bitchslap you or take you to KFC for an eating contest.
U-Know Yunho: noun. the very suave boss of a very classy group of men.
from The Initial Dictionary of Macronomy, 2nd. Ed.
This definition is based on the following conversation, held between the hours of 11:47:16 PM and 11:50:43 PM on April 16th, 2011:
Sueñoteamor: Now U-KNOW is not someone I would expect that kind of bass out of, but when he does it, the sound makes him seem… professional?
Ppeogigayo: I know! I thought Yuchun would be the bass but nooooooo.
Sueñoteamor: And U-Know is just so suave.
Sueñoteamor: …so suave.
Ppeogigayo: He is a boss
Sueñoteamor: Such a classy man
Sueñoteamor: He’s the very suave boss of a very classy group of men
Ppeogigayo: lol That is the definition of Yunho.
Sueñoteamor: I had to use it all in one sentence.
We should put it on urbandictionary
Ppeogigayo: I feel like onew is the retarded version of him. Like a very subtle leader, but not so suave
This is true boredom. We’ve been re-watching the “HAHAHA” campaign.
(Obviously, the image credits itself.)