Confessions of a K-culture convert.

I would have to say, I never expected the K-wave to be of tidal (HAHA) proportions. I've always thought of it to be a tiny wave. As in it would dry up on the beach.

Rain would die down to a drip and tear-jerking, formula-following K-dramas would get so tiresome aunties would soon turn of the taps.

I was wrong. Somehow, I've been sucked into the whirlpool of K-culture. KimChee! Boybands! Screaming, raging fanboards with hundreds of fans posting pictures and pictures of their idols! Animated icons flashing from every corner of the fanboards!

Someone stop me! But who could resist the face of a 21 year old man who looked like a 15 year old. How pedophilic. No matter how strange and disturbing it sounds, you, like me, will fall under his spell.

Look at that. Look at that and tell me the truth. Can anyone resist the cherubic smile of that man-child? No. No you can't! Once I saw him, once I heard his manly voice I knew! I knew my future was at hand.

I now proudly wear the badge of a K-culture convert!

No. No. You can't change my mind. I've even photoshop-ed my face next to his. (go to nicole's blog. I'm too embarrassed to show it here)

I've tried learning to speak it, to futile attempts. It started with "An nyoung ha seh yo", hello in Korean. (can anyone blame me for not being able to say that?! It's like speaking English without a tongue.) Then thinking that I know more than I actually know I said, "saranghae is sorry!"

Needless to say, my Korean-speaking friend burst out in laughter after staring at me stupidly. "Saranghae" is I love you. and "Myah Neh" is Sorry.

But as I soon found out. It'll be quite impossible to ever visit Kim Kibum. (yes that is his name. His name might sound funny to you! But I bet in some countries, your name means glutinous maximus in their language!) He'll never come to Singapore. I am desolate.

Well friends. If you know me, you can console me by getting me pictures of him. Hopefully, for my birthday. He'll be my present. Yes. Yes. You can mail him to me. Remember to pay for postage!

- pictures of him -


















- Don't judge me. I'm human. I've seen the errors of my K-hating days -

So embarrassingI

Yesterday.. Was frightfully embarassing. (well I'm not totally talking about myself.) TEEHEE

Let's not go into vivid, disgraceful memories of the distant past. Let's just say it has to do with a text message, a show of skin, - at the wrong place! - a ton of tripping (over large, visible, dustbins), and claws. Well, imaginary claws.

So enough about the shame-faced story of my sordid -I'm kidding! Sordid... My life is as boring as a sheet of paper - past.

Today's topic has to be the most common place, everyday topic that millions. No billions of people think, write, cry, laugh and snigger about.

LOVE - like blood. but evil-ler

correct right? Too many people in the world obsess about it. And from young, we're hit by not so subtle messages in the media (THAT IS FREAKING EVERYWHERE) that love is wonderful, perfect, bittersweet, aww...-worthy etc etc. There has always been a huge hype about it, from holidays: Valentine's Day, White Day, All the Parent days.

Then there are the books and movies that have a whole genre specially for this feeling. You don't see anger getting a genre to itself do you? Even "children's books" have love! Peter Pan, Harry Potter, Twilight, Anne Rice, The Notebook, Twelfth Night, etc etc. I can't even put an AND because there is a never ending list of this.

It makes people go crazy you know. This emotion. Feeling. Whatever you call it. Big men cry over it. People start looking for it once they get a whiff of it, never giving up hope of finding, the one. They change girl/boyfriends practically once a week. They can never be alone. Everytime they find a new person to oogle at, they think, "could she be a potential, the one?"

How annoying.

Sadly. I have to confess that I too have harboured that longing, to find the one. Of course I didn't find him but well, it was an interesting experience to feel depressed, miserable and suicidal all at the same time. Then once you're over it, you go, "woah. It's so much more better to be single." Then you start on the warpath by reading books, watching movies, reading blogs (i still feel sad about that blog), reading manga, watching anime, looking at the couples around you and you want one too! You want to find, the one.

I heard this funny saying: "Love is patient, love is kind, love will make you lose your mind" HAHAHA James Mardsen said it. So funny! So true please.

See. The ever encompassing joy of love. PFFTT....

- so what if i'm bitter! -