Internal confusions
My mother has gave me the biggest quote of the month.
'Do me a favour, dear. Don't turn your life into a Korean Drama.'
The question is, what if, what if, my life is meant to be somewhat like a Korean Drama? I've had the experience of Drama-bits before. You know, the walking in the wind thing, a deserted car in the middle of sand-blown long grasses… somebody standing in the background holding a really beautiful jigsaw puzzle, aptly, incredibly aptly, named 'Silent Ocean'. Stupid car lock jamming up at the wrong moment to provide comic relief….
I've lived that all before.
*Sigh.*
I just want to be as normal, as possible. As normal, as possible. As normal, as normal, as normal as possible, as possible.
Hehe. Stairway to Heaven indeed.
If my life were doomed to be a Korean Drama script… I must have done something extremely bad in my past life. These dramas all have nasty endings. BLah.
October 30th, 2004 at 6:37 pm
naturally he didn’t believe i knew who minishorts was. then he asked the usual things. whether you were as hot as your name may suggest, how old you were, and all that.
he says he likes your emotive writing style. he feeds off it. and yeah, the lemon too.
October 30th, 2004 at 9:05 pm
You are not Korean. You are Chinese. You are Chung Yao. Do you know how many girls feed off her emotibe writing style and plots? And yes, the lemons she dished out too! Starting with Outside the Window.
November 3rd, 2004 at 10:20 am
Good Lord! BH: I thought only chinese-educated ppl read Chung Yao? I hated her movies to death, they were unusually draggy, and there were so many, so many tears. I’ve never read Outside the Window… ‘quang wai’ being the chinese name of the book. What izzit about?