this is a PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT

AN EXCUSE: I feel bad and guilty for not posting anything, work (and sleep ^^,) has been too demanding lately.. I have no fics to share because my brain's fried, am half dead already and due for extinction at work.



Anyway, it's almost Hwangbo Unnie's birthday and as a Hwangbo fan, I wanted to celebrate it, so I thought I should declare August as Hwangbo Month, well for my blog at least.

Anytime soon, I will be posting random things about her (pictures, videos, messages, fanfictions, stuff I admire about her, spazzes, or whatever, as long as it's about her).



All you pretty ladies and handsome gents (if there are any...??) are also welcome to share your stuff related to or about Hwangbo Hyejung. If there are stuff you wish to share, email me at super.bruha@yahoo.com or leave some love in the comments box.

*credits to Photobucket for all gifs

P.S. I forgot to include, BASHING OTHER ARTISTS IS A BIG NO-NO, especially those whom Joongboers feel are threats to Ssangchu or competition to Hwangbo !!!! (i.e. Lee Hyori)

P.P.S. You can also tweet me, nadene_bruha, for messages or stuff you wish to share!! ^^,

In Love

credits to Photobucket


Waikiki + I’m In Love + rain = FANFIC

Waikiki -> I was sooooo jealous of the fan who met and saw (and even took pix with) Hwangbo in Waikiki..

I’m In Love -> Narsha’s song. I fell in love with it, the first time I heard it (while watching Khuntoria)

Rain -> It rained today!!!! So it was not so hot..

It was a happy, lazy Sunday, and the Bruha was ^_________^!!

This is for Bebelab. I love Bri-bo and am a shipper(since Storm began), but I’m still aboard the Ssangchu Ship.. Kaya lng akoy namamangka sa tatlong ilog na!!

And also for Ryuuki!!

Sorry if it's crappy and the plot is weird... I'm still sleepy!!

Comments and suggestions are very welcome (as usual)..

And yeah, let's just pretend that's Hwangbo in the Pic.. hehehehe.. Sorry my Photo Editing skills are uhhhmmm, okay i have no skill at all!!!
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The hustle and bustle of the busy streets did not seem to bother you today. You’re one who never likes the rain, but you came out wrapped in your windbreaker and an umbrella in one hand. The drive was long as it was a busy time of the day, but you did not mind because you have an impressive ability to block out other things and focus.

Today, you did not want it to bother you, but it just did. Despite the rain and the cold winds, you found it necessary to come out.

This morning you woke up and found yourself alone in your bed, in your room, in your apartment. It was not something new and you liked it better that way, but at that moment, it felt weird. There was a slight tug, a pang in your heart. Somehow, you thought, that when you open your eyes today, she will be there, that she will be right by your side, that when you open your eyes she will be the first thing you see.

She’s leaving today, well not for good, but she is leaving the country for a few days.

Last night while she was packing her things, you asked her how long will she be gone. She laughed and said that if she loves it there so much, she might not come back. It was meant as a joke, but you found yourself unsettled for the rest of the night.

You were not used to this setting. You were always one to leave, one to go away, one to take random trips for work, for soul searching, for vacations, for fun. And she was always the one waiting for you at home, waiting for you to come home.

She was always the one waiting for you, and you were always the one coming home to her.

You glanced at the other person at the passenger seat. She was talking animatedly on the phone. She seemed happy, excited, giddy. You were happy for her. Of course, you were. After all, Waikiki was beautiful and relaxing, and she deserves to take that vacation. But, the thought of her going away played tricks on your mind.

You pulled over as you reached the entrance of the airport.

She smiled at you, “Komawo.. for taking me to the airport..”

You sighed, it was not something you wanted to do and you did not want her to leave, too, but it would be stupid not to take her to the airport when you were feeling uneasy, when you were feeling like she was going away for good.

She fished her handbag from the backseat of your Cayenne, and smiled, “I cooked some food for you, it’s in the fridge. Just heat it up in the microwave when you’re hungry, okay?”

She smiled and opened the door.

You panicked as you watched her open the door of the car.

And on impulse, you grabbed hold of her hand. You do not know why, but you just did.

She turned to look at you, a confused look on her eyes. You continued to hold her wrist tightly as you stared at her—her cat-like eyes, her aristocratic nose, her full lips. You did not want her to go, and you knew you were going to miss her so badly, you feel like your heart was going to break into a million pieces, but it would be selfish of you to ask her to stay.

So, you let go of her wrist, “Call me right away when you arrive in Waikiki, okay?”

She nodded and exited the vehicle.

You watched her retreating back, and felt your heart twinge.

Right and there, you know you loved her, but did not know how to say it. You’ve been seeing each other and practically living together for almost two years now, but there was never a confession of love. She did not say it, and you did not either. As Seo Inyoung used to say, ‘It was not your style’. Besides, you were not really sure if you felt it.

But now, it was clear. You were just stupid enough not to see. You loved her.

You took out your phone and dialled.

“Hyejungah..”, you said, she turned around to face the car and looked at you.

“Wae?”, she asked.

“Enjoy your vacation.”, you told her.

She smiled, and nodded, “Yes, I will..”

“And Hyejungah..”, you hesitated, “I love you…”

You pressed the End Call button, released the hand brake of your car, and drove away.

She stood there—frozen, immobile—watching as the car sped away. She was obviously stunned.

You let out a sigh of relief. There, you finally said it.

I thought I’m never gonna fall in love. But I’m in love ‘coz I wanna love you baby!

Reasons

I feel bad for not being able to console my evil sole sis (Jobibee) tonight, and for that, I AM SSORY!! I know a lousy fic I whipped up in the two to three hours that I could not get in to any sites is not enough, but I still hope it'll make you feel warm, fuzzy and pink again.

To Lovekathy21, I don't always write tragic FFs, sometimes I write mushy fics, too!! Nyhahahaha..

credits to Photobucket

There were times in your life that when asked why you loved her so, all you could do was smile because your brain becomes empty and your mouth runs dry.

Reasons leave us. Sometimes, for good. But there are those beautiful moments, when they come back. And there are even more awe-inspiring times, when they multiply right before our very eyes.

You watch with gentle, calm eyes as she sways her head softly to the melodic, jazzy sounds created by the fusion of drums, saxophone, bass guitar and piano.

You were once passionate about playing the guitar, and it amuses you that she knows your secret desires and whims because sometimes, she gives in to them, no matter how unreasonable, no matter how shallow. You were completely engrossed with playing the base guitar again, but you were far more enthralled to see her smiling and enjoying herself.

You've met her several hundred times in the studios, maybe some events, a few shows, and perhaps common friends' parties in the past. Back then, there were a few things that you remember when her name is mentioned. There were three to be exact: her boisterous laughter which was enigmatically infectious, the giant tattoo that ran through her back which shouted bold, independence and freedom, and her energy be it day or night.

The two of you were two different creatures, living very different lives with two different outlooks, different perspectives. The two of you were just plain DIFFERENT. But amazingly enough, all those differences seemed to have vanished when you got to know her better through the show.

In the beginning, you thought fate was harsh, cruel even. The heavens seemed to have fallen on you when you saw her driving the red top-down car. Dismay would be an understatement to how you felt that very moment. For one, she was older than you by six years. She was bright and bubbly, and you were glum, statue-like and you hardly even talk around strangers. She was dark skinned and tomboyish, and you liked fair skinned, cutesy girls. So, you thought this on screen marriage would become a total failure.

You do not know when exactly your wrong perception of her started to crack, but it just did.

You do not know when exactly you started feeling something for her. Feelings that were totally different from those of a school boy when he sees his crush because yours were more.. So much more that words could define.

The crowd applauded as you and the band ended your last song. They seemed satisfied and happy. You seemed more relaxed now, far different from the fuming Hyunjoong that you were when you came home.

You searched the crowd, their faces marked with contentment, but you do not need their approval, the only approval you need is from her—the woman you promised to continue to woe and please for the rest of your life.

You looked around searching for that woman with black straight hair, aristocratic nose, full luscious lips and cat-like, almond eyes, but you could not see her. She was not on the spot where she sat and listened to you and the band playing Jazz music.

You frantically try to remember what she was wearing today, but all you could think of was that it was glittery.

“Dammit!!”, you curse at your bad memory, 'How can I forget what she was wearing today??'

You were so wrapped up in your anger a few hours ago that she had to drag you out of the apartment and brought you here, a place you did not know existed deep in the busy streets of Seoul.

You were sulking like a spoiled little boy that you barely noticed what she was wearing or how she took you here. All you remembered is being pushed inside a dimly lit, low key bar, her talking to a man behind the counter, then she walked over to you struggling with the weight of bass guitar that she handed over to you. Somewhere between talking to the rest of the band members and the first few notes of the lovely melody, you were lost in the music.

When the first song ended, you opened your eyes and found her smiling happily at you. The glumness and anger seemed to have disappeared. All the pressure and stress were gone.

You smiled back at her and mouthed, 'Thank you'. And you wonder how she knew that music and playing the guitar soothes your tired, unhappy nerves.

After putting back the guitar inside the black case, you step off the podium. It did not take long before you smiled again, the sight of her makes you giddy and excited, your heart goes thump, thump in a jazzy, blue-zzy type of rhythm.

“Oppa!! You look very handsome on stage!! Can I have your signature please?”, Hwangbo beamed at you and handed you a bouquet of Sunflowers.

“Ahh, thank you.. You have to ask my Manager if I'm allowed to sign autographs though. She was here somewhere wearing something glittery.”, you joked as you wrapped your arms around her.

“But seriously, what's with the 'Oppa'?”, you asked her.

She giggled, “Didn't you say before that you liked being called Oppa by your fans? I am a big fan, Oppa!!”

You laughed heartily, “But for this particular fan, I just want to be called Shillang...”

You swung her over to your arms and lifted her off her feet, dropping the bouquet. Before she could protest, you kissed her. A torrid, passionate kiss that left her gasping afterward.

You smiled, then all the reasons why you love her very much came flooding back and multiplied a hundredfold.

Age+Hormones=Drama

I'm really bored and have nothing to do, so this might suck big time!!!

Comments are very much appreciated!! *wink, wink*
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"I'm leaving for Waikiki in ten days..", she announces, holding the pieces of stapled papers higher, trying to cover her face.

Hyunjoong frantically flips the pages of his script, but his search was in vain. That line or something that sounded like it was not in any part of the script.

"What page are you on, Buin?", he asks still flipping through the papers.

There was no answer, just the sound of her deep breathing and the air conditioner blowing cool air into the living room.

He looked up to ask her, but her face was fully hidden behind the papers.

"Buin?", he asked one more time, crossing his brows.

She sighed, "Didn't you hear me? I'm going to Waikiki in ten days.", she repeated, this time more forceful, almost irritated.

"Okay..", he answered, amused by the sudden change of her mood. He swiftly snatched the script from her hand.

Just this morning they happily woke up together, ate the hearty breakfast Hyunjoong cooked, washed their linens together. Heck, they were even happily acting out and reading lines for Hyunjoong's new drama.

But then, Hwangbo became glum, she read the lines with less emotion. She did not smile. She kept sighing like there was something she wanted to say.

"Okay..", Hyunjoong said again, waiting for her explanation, but she just kept on looking everywhere but him. "So, what time is your flight?"

She stayed quiet, but her breathing grew ragged. She's going to explode anytime and he knew it, so he waited, getting ready for whatever will come his way.

A throw pillow came flying, so he covered his head.

"Yah, aren't you even going to ask me not to go, like you used to?", she glared at him.

"Of course not!", he smirked.

"I would be a very bad boyfriend slash husband slash live-in partner if I stop my girlfriend slash wife slash live-in partner from having a vacation while I work my ass off on a new drama..", he continued to tease her.

Hyunjoong continued to smile at her, like nothing happened, and this irritated her.
"So how many days will you be gone?", he asked her.

"A week or more.. Maybe fifteen days...", she muttered under her breath.

"Oh goody, can I ask Jaejoong to stay while you're not here??", Hyunjoong pretended to be completely oblivious of her sharp stares.

"Ahh, whatever. Do whatever you want to do, it's your apartment anyway.", she said, finally getting up from the cream colored couch and headed to the kitchen.

Hyunjoong snickered as he reached over to grab the phone.

Hwangbo sat on the kitchen counter, venting her anger and sudden spite on the crunchy peanut butter and bananas.

"Of all days to provoke me, why now when I’m hormonal?", she muttered in between bites.

A thought suddenly entered her mind, and she sulked.

'Is he that excited to get rid of me? Am I a burden to his freedom and independence?',she asked herself.

She walked back towards the living room only to find Hyunjoong busy talking on the phone, too busy to even notice her.

"Aren't you going to eat dinner?", she asked, but he did not hear her.

"Yahhh!!", she said, but there was no response.

Hwangbo rolled her eyes and retreated to the bedroom.

It was way past midnight when the phone rang.

"Answer the phone, Kim Hyunjoong..", she muttered, groggy, still half asleep.

The phone kept ringing.

Hwangbo finally got up only to find out that Hyunjoong was not in bed with her.

'That brat..', she thought.

"Yoboseyo?", her voice cracked, making it sound hoarse, manly even.

"Hyung!!", a voice that sounded like Hyungjun's said. "We cannot find it here. Noona probably hid it somewhere.."
Someone was giving him instructions from behind. It was clearly Kyujong, "Boram Noona said if we cannot find it inside Hwangbo Noona's house, maybe we can try the We Got Married studio, probably the stock room.", he said, "Noona wants to talk to you.."

"Yahhh, Hyunjoongah!! Why don't you answer your phone? If she finds out, something is missing, consider us dead..", Boram asked. "Anyway, we'll try to find the Pooh costume in the studios, but we found the cranes sent by the fans and the ones you made, too."

Hwangbo was alarmed, she was not planning to speak, but she could not help it, "Do not touch those cranes.."

"Omo!!", Boram panicked, "Hyejungah??"

"I said, Do not touch the cranes, Boram..", Hwangbo whispered over the phone. "What are you guys up to?"

"Nothing!!", Boram quickly answered.

"Then what are doing in my apartment?", she asked her friend, but Boram fell silent.

"I am not letting you touch those cranes..", Hwangbo, now fully awake, said firmly.

"Ottoke??", Boram's voice was trembling, "Chinggu, don't do this!!", she pleaded.

"Fine, tell me why you're in my apartment first..", Hwangbo demanded again.

She heard their hushed voices over the phone.

"Put Hyungjun on the phone..", the easiest to bribe and scare out of the three.

"Hwangbo Noona??", he greeted, a nervous smile plastered on his face.

"Well? Aren't you going tell me what you're doing there, Young Master?", Hwangbo spoke in her sweetest voice.

"Don't tell her Hyungjun, Hyung will behead us...", she heard Kyujong say.

Hwangbo could hear Boram protesting in the background, "Ani!! Ani!! You have to tell her Hyungjun.."

"Well, Noona.. I will tell you...", Hyungjun started. "I will tell you if you promise never to tell Hyunjoong hyung.."
"He... he.. has a surprise for you...", Kyujong interrupted.

"Be more specific please..", she was more interested now.

"See, I told you she'd ask for details", Hyunjun muttered.

"He bought you a bigger apartment, okay? Very expensive, very huge, very safe..", Boram finally fessed up.

Hwangbo was speechless.

"When he heard you were going to Waikiki for a few days, he wanted to prepare everything. He wanted this to be his birthday present, so that you won't feel so uncomfortable cramped up in his small apartment. He wanted a bigger kitchen with only the best equipments and utensils. He wanted more rooms, so you could have a display case for your stuff and a place for the things you value the most. Heck, I think he even prepared a baby room..", Kyujong explained, smirking when he said the last line.

"So Noona, we are begging you, don't tell Hyung.", Hyungjun begged.

Hwangbo was left in awe. There she was making a big deal out of petty things, and there he was planning their future. She dropped the phone, and decided to look for him.

She frantically searched every room, and found him fast asleep in front of his Macbook Air, on top of some papers that looked like blueprints, and sketches. A dark blue velvet box lay peacefully beside the sleeping idol.

Hwangbo did not want to know what was inside. She wanted to be surprised on her thirty-first birthday, but curiosity got the best of her.

There it was a vintage Cartier diamond ring. She saw the ring before. It was at a family gathering for Chuseok. It was his mother’s.

Underneath the gorgeous ring was an antique key. For the apartment, she assumed.

She gently put down the box, and gave him a small peck on his exposed cheek.

“Thank you”, she whispered.

She headed back to the bed room quietly trying her best not to wake him up, she did not want to ruin the surprise after all.