Korean drama sucks.
I'm an innocent party. I didn't turn on Channel U just to have tons of Korean drama advertisements and previews thrown at me. It's a bloody waste of electricity and a total technological meltdown, simply because Korean drama is filth, and shouldn't have words that can go with it except 'cancel', 'shit', and so on.
There's nothing wrong with Korean dramas. There's nothing right either. What's so correct and touching about stupid, time-wasting shows like 'Winter Sonata'. Just the thought and the effort of recalling the show name gave me the creeps. I'd never watch that kind of crap. It's an insult to all of humanity.
Let's see what do I hate about them..
1. The guys (gays) all have small eyes. That makes them look blur, ugly, stupid. It came as a surprise to me that my mum fell in love with the ever-naked Bae Yong jun. Forgot his name, but never mind. I'm sure your mum fell in love with him before too.
I simply don't see what's so good about these Korean guys. I can't stand Rain either. It's a stupid name, his muscles are half of mine (or the other way round, I can't be bothered to check), he has the characteristic small eyes, 'I'm blur' look, and all-in-all, just looks stupid. So if people find him handsome, then stupid-looking people=handsome. Now that sounds wrong, no?
2. The plot is always the same. 'I love you, but for some fucked up reason, we cannot be together.'
Or maybe the 'I got in a car crash, lost my memory, and fell in love with the same woman despite my parents' blatant refusal to have any of that.'
The k-drama (a crude abbreviation) lovers would argue that the shows have already levelled up, and turned funnier, blah blah.
But is that the case? NO. They simply added a few lame parts, the kind that you'd be able to find in all those Taiwan idol-drama. It's just disgusting how much effort (or lack thereof) they put in to make it 'funny'. It's just the copying of iFeas out of Primary school stuff. I mean, if I'm back in Primary school, I'd definitely be able to come out with skits more interesting than such draggy 'K-drama'. Tell you what, it's not O-K. Dammit.
3. The fans make a lot of noise about how handsome the guys are, and I'd hide in the toilet and appreciate the fecal matter within the toilet bowl. I like the way they swim, much better than the way those 'actors' look. Trust me though, I have nothing against ugly people. I have nothing against myself.
Which reminds me, I need to sleep early. My biological clock is obviously all messed up, and I can't blame anyone or anything except D.gray Man, and how I got so deeply attracted to it.
And I have to wake up earlier tomorrow, just to set a date for my dental appointment. It surprises me to no end that I can somehow forget to check my dental card. Damn.
Which reminds me. I don't see much point in going for the countdown shit in Vivo. Oh wait, I meant 'party'. Don't see the point in going for such countdowns. As I mentioned earlier, there's no point. It's just another day. It's just the first second in 2008.
WOW 2008. BIG FUCKING DEAL.
I have no wish in joining throngs of crowds (that says a lot), and getting molested by chek ko peks.
There is just no point in this. It just wastes time and money. I'd rather sleep for 38 hours than go to such rave. And much though I love sleep, I like being awake and doing my part for the community by not saving electricity.
I never go for stuff that doesn't have a point. I hate Vivo. I don't see what's so nice about that big place. I don't like getting lost. I don't like everyone either. Everyone has told me to 'Get lost', at least once. Or 'go away'. Or something along those lines. I hate everyone. Sobs.
My way of celebrating the New Year is this--the grand Tearing-Of-The-Scab opening. Yes, I'm leaving a lot of things open, running high chances for infections and all. Perhaps I'd get amputated, my foot.
Or maybe I'd just stare at my scab and crush it into powder. It's quite dry and it has a certain rough texture to it. Merely looking at it gave me a boner. Want try?
Ooh, it crackles with delight too.
Powdered form of a scab. And I have yet to wash my hands. How'd I type these?
Which reminds me of something rather scary. I had 20 unique page views yesterday. Or rather, the day before yesterday.
The mere thought gives me the creeps. I set the counter such that even if you spam the refresh button, the count won't increase. Unique page views simply mean completely different people viewing my blog.
Ah. I get it. There must've been some guy searching for porn on blogs that day. And it so happens that I mentioned that word several times. So, being the horny bastard he is, he decided to click, only to be grossly disappointed as there isn't even a single fucking picture. Or pictures of people fucking, it doesn't matter.
So cry, and eat my shit.
By the way, I think it's only fair that you tag. My tagboard isn't very much alive, and you won't be, too, after you've been the receiving end of Barney's thrusts.
Forget it. I'd just go re-watch DGM.
I have no life.
-- 12/31/2007 01:20:00 AM
