Kim Seul Gi - ELLE Korea June Issue ‘13
Daniel Henney for Ermenegildo Zegna and Bazaar Magazine
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Can I fall in love with a pictorial?
He’s got this Clark Gable thing going on that I totally approve of.
And the filters the photographer used… swoon.
Cliffs of Moher, Mathew Benedict
Ahhh, one of my favorite places — and memories — of Ireland.
(We didn’t have the luxury of such a sunny day, though.)
(Source: estimfalos)
Goals for the week:
Note: goals may not necessarily be accomplished in this order.
“I’m a pretty, pretty princess!”
(I need some fancams of this, y’all. STAT.)
Here’s my issue with last week’s Running Man: I feel like the (SPOILER!) Law of the Jungle cast won in the end because they’ve had a lot more practice working as a team, whereas the RM cast has a lot more experience out-thinking and out-smarting and trying to beat each other every week.
They haven’t had a lot of opportunities to work together as a group. Yes, of course I remember those tasks where they all had to get across the water balance beam thing or jump rope together or perform a musical together. But those ones are old-school RM (I determine old-school to be when Song Joong Ki was a cast member). The past year or so, they’ve primarily been focused on how to compete against each other, and have honed their skills pretty successfully in being able to out-wit (and out-play… and out-last…) each other in order to be the final survivor with a name-tag.
Not that I’m complaining (much) about this episode — I do prefer the ones that just have the RM cast, or minimal guests (I welcome Eun Ji Won any time he’d like to return), so to have an extra cast altogether is a bit, eh — not my favorite thing. However, it was still fun and enjoyable (Gary being awesome is always a win in my book). But still — the RM crew won the games that required them to deceive the other team, which admittedly did require some coordinated effort, but it was still primarily based on their individual acting skills.
I just feel like the RM crew should think about doing more episodes where the RM cast work together more often, instead of constantly figuring out ways to betray each other.
And maybe next year Running Man and Law of the Jungle can have a rematch.
First thing when I get in, a woman comes up and says she “doesn’t want to complain or be a tattletale” (which means that I know she is, indeed, about to complain and be a tattletale, so hey, thanks for the warning!), but the kids in the pool are being loud and if I could please do something about it.
I used to think I was joking when I said I spend my nights babysitting.
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The downside of being greeted with a bunch of bratty kids (and parents who are oblivious/don’t care about their bratty kids) is now my patience is super thin with any other guest that follows.
Also, somehow we’ve “accidentally run out” of cocoa mix, much to the chagrin of kids who reaaallly don’t need sugar after midnight and who apparently don’t have parents overseeing them. Tomorrow morning we’ll have “borrowed” more cocoa mix from somewhere.
Because I refuse to clean up the coffee station every ten minutes due to the magical exploding properties of cocoa mix and the fact these kids have no idea how to use the trash receptacle just one foot to the right.
A Library Slide
We love this wooden slide that is slotted into a combined staircase and bookshelf of a house in Chungcheongbuk-do, South Korea,
Designed by Moon Hoon.
Submitted by Bookshelf Porn reader Jesse Richardson via Colossal.
I especially like how you can decide what book to read as you climb the stairs. Reading a book while going down a slide just sounds like so much fun.
Actually, that sounds like something I might have done as a tot…
A Library Slide
We love this wooden slide that is slotted into a combined staircase and bookshelf of a house in Chungcheongbuk-do, South Korea,
Designed by Moon Hoon.
Submitted by Bookshelf Porn reader Jesse Richardson via Colossal.
It looks like you’d break your ankles (or your bum) once you hit the bottom of that slide, but nevertheless, WANT.
This is point of the evening morning when I want to smack some heads together and make certain noisy, chatty young men (whose conversation makes me weep for the ladies they meet) go to bed. Seriously. Go to bed already.
Or, at the very least, GET OFF MY LAWN.
