urgh

this is kinda awkward, because i've never imagined that this would happen to me in my entire life, ever. sigh.

it's like 5 am in the morning, and... and i'm sitting here watching korean drama online. this particular one is called Autumn in My Heart (가을동화, 秋天的童话), which belongs in the same series as Winter Sonata (겨울연가, 冬季戀歌). and i suspect i might have shed a tear or two some time during the third episode. but it is only a niggling suspicion though, because i'm a man and thus i'm incapable of crying.

now do not be mistaken, i am no steve mcqueen either. for he is the type who possesses strong smoldering sexuality, the sort of man who could punch a horse to the ground while driving a mustang sideways through the streets of san francisco. i, on the other hand, much prefer to retain a healthy dose of sensitivity. i'd like to think that i'm the type who could get a lady's clothes off by playing chess.

it is hence in my firmest beliefs that all korean scriptwriters practice some form of dark arts, and that their sole purpose of existence is to harvest people's souls through the television screen. because as hard as i'd tried, some part of me knows that resistance is futile, because, to quote one of my favourite lines from the godfather, "just when i thought i was out... THEY PULLED ME BACK IN."

ok i gotta continue watching. someone's fate is hanging in the balance and if i don't watch this, i might have to resort to looking at clips of kittens coughing up hairballs on youtube for the rest of the week. and even that to me is only slightly more comforting than getting stabbed in the eye with a pencil. so for the sake of my health...

+listening to: nothing