We now begin Sri’s entrance into international fashion. It’s just a small showcase, what could go wrong?
NOTE: I have included some photographs at the end of the post to better explain the descriptions of the outfits worn during the showcase.
The runway was a gray slash cutting through the throngs awaiting the fashion show. Klieg lights lined the walls, waiting to spotlight the stage. Outside on the balcony, refreshments were arranged on tiers of white-covered tables. People milled around, alternately admiring and envying each other. The chairs at the VIP section as well as the stands at the far end of the catwalk were gradually filling with the chattering crowd. Read the rest of this entry
Who thinks the world is a better place for hot Thai actors on motorcycles?
Drops of water flashed briefly in the fluorescent light as Tik shook his head and started toweling it dry. It had been an excellent workout; this group of recruits showed great promise to become superior law enforcement officers. They were still out at the obstacle course, training, but he had to get back to office at headquarters. Read the rest of this entry
Here it is, the first installment of what I hope is an enjoyable read.
The liveried bellhop quickly ran to the curb as the elegant gray limousine pulled to a smooth stop in front of the Hilton Diagonal Mar in Barcelona. The man that stepped out exuded an aura of power and confidence. Dressed in a tailored double-breasted suit of dark gray, he gave a nod as the hotel employee retrieved two pieces of matched luggage. Read the rest of this entry
This year I’m going to jump back into the marathon novel-writing challenge that is Nanaowrimo. For the month of November, I’m expected to write a minimum of 1500 words per day, every day, for an end-of-month total of 50,000. With the creative and editing assistance of my OL and RL friends, I hope to do that and more.
I’ve decided to try my hand at a fan-fiction using well-known members of Thai entertainment as my main characters. Others in my story will be either complete fabrications in my mind, or more importantly, people I know and love on social media. Read the rest of this entry
“I’m telling you, Kira, it was crazy! I rarely meet anyone of importance at work; I usually just submit my artwork, and then see the finished product.” Mila was curled up on her pink chintz couch with her phone pressed against her ear. A half-eaten pizza was haphazardly propped atop a pile of magazines on the glass coffee table. She reached down for her orange juice glass, and her hand clipped a blue glass candy dish. A bit of juice sloshed on her sweatpants. “Rats! Hang on a moment, Kira. I have to put you on speaker phone.” She placed the phone on the kitchen countertop. Read the rest of this entry
An hour later they were able to laugh it off, especially since the fruit ahjumma gave the offending pineapple to Jung-dae as a thank you. He idly tossed in one hand as they entered Mila’s office building. “Well, that was an adventurous lunch,” he quipped. She grinned and brushed his bangs aside to look at the red mark. “As for this, I’m going to cut it up as punishment and EAT IT’S SOUL.” The last was said in a mock-evil voice that made her giggle. He resumed his normal voice. “If it’s bruised, that may not work, though. Then I’m left with making daiquiris. Care to join me?” He wiggled his eyebrows and she laughed harder. Read the rest of this entry
Mila strode into her office, cheerfully greeting everyone. She had landed her dream job, working as a graphic designer for an ad agency in Seoul. It had been two years since she left a lucrative position in Clermont-Ferrand, France, to try her luck in South Korea. It had taken some time to get used to the difference. The French city was nestled between long-dormant volcano peaks, in a flat valley. The tallest structure was a hulking twin-spired cathedral. In Seoul, tall skyscrapers were the norm, blotting out most of the surrounding hills. Everything was neon-light bright, almost frenetic in the constant movement of vehicles and people. Read the rest of this entry
This is a fan-fiction dedicated to a Twitterbean friend, who wondered about a story where Kim Woo-bin meets a non-celebrity. Someone like… her? LOL. Anyway, this story will unfold in between all my other writing projects, but I hope it becomes an enjoyable read!
Thanks to everyone who read my first drama-based fan fiction! I hope you enjoy the final chapter. Shuk
CHAPTER 8 – The Day After Tomorrow
If Young-do had ever had this much fun in the kitchen, he didn’t remember it. Ki-ae had insisted on the cooking, and they fell into a pattern; when she requested an ingredient and he returned with it, he brushed against her, sometimes hip to hip, sometimes just a lingering touch on her arm. The cook station rang with laughter as they chatted; even when she relegated him back to his dishwashing station. And she fed him tidbits while he was elbow deep in suds, moving back and forth to the stove where the soup was merrily bubbling.
The playful mood continued when they finally sat down at one of the window tables to eat. Young-do sampled his omurice and galbi tang, savoring the taste of a home-cooked meal, and, even more, the company. Read the rest of this entry
CHAPTER 7 – The Hangover
“Yes sirrrrrr, one of a kind…” G-Dragon rampaged through Young-do’s head. What the hell was he doing there? The beat matched the pounding in his temples as he squinted at the Samsung on the table. It was seven o’clock in the morning, and his caller ID showed “#100”.
He fumbled for it and propped himself on his elbows. “This had better be good.”
“Young-do ah, do you know if my mother checked into your hotel?” At the sound of Kim Tan’s voice the fuzziness fled, although the headache remained. He glanced over at the figure under the sheets and silently cursed. Read the rest of this entry