Korean Dramas.....

I just finish watching a Korean Series "You're Beautiful- ANJell".... At 1st i was quite reluctant to watch it... but then, after having watched some snippets of the drama... i ended up watching the whole series in three days... Sze mei said, i consider slow adi lor.... hmm... and i'm like, 3 days seems the fastest for me... like that can slowing enjoy looking at d Korean hotties... haha... Its enough said, those bunch are good looking lor.... Worth watching... quality good-lookingness... Comparing the lead actor and the supporting one... i'd prefer the supporting one.... hehe... Anyhow, the storyline was kinda catchy.. unlike the others.. but somehow, i felt that the plot seems like a repetition from other korean dramas... Its like there will be a spoiled, ill-tempered, egoistic, kiasu guy who would be the main character, then there will be one that is a pure gentleman not to mention a helpless romantic who in the process is the bestfriend and then a bubbly one which is like the "kimchi" of the show... the girl who is the leading actress will be soft, cute, the target to be bullied and will always fall in love with the main actor who then plays to always bully her and treat her like crap... Then the pure gentleman in the show will never get the girl... its like he's just chasing a ghost and at the end of the show, he will just be so "wai tai" to let the "best friend" get the girl.... Oh...oh... not forgetting, the villainette of the show will be a super bitchy and equally spoilt brat who will fight with the main actress for her love.... awww... kesian kan?? Not to mention, the storyline will be at some part of the show, the conflicts are because of family background or not a sad and tragic past that either parties cant forget... but then at the end of it, love conquers all.. and happily ever after..... wa wa wa~~~!! There are some good points in watching this though.. 1st it potrays the different kinds of personalities p eople in this world.... both genders included... but then, it also creates an illusion, fantasy.... something that only exist in novels or best still anime... haha... Honestly, i think they potray most of it like how a comic artist would in a comic script or anime.... Over the past 3 days, i got really sucked into this...haha.... seriously, its like all of a sudden u find yourself looking for everything that is related to the drama series.. from soundtracks to biodatas to videos... I have to admit that the soundtrack for most of the series are good stuff.. although some can be a bit of a repetition but then, it has its own trademarks... In a way, korean drama's are short and they have a complete story in about 25 episodes?? best part is they dont have continuations like the english ones, you know like season 1 then season 2.... its kinda sucky when it gets to the subsequent seasons... the plot totally gets messed up... example, like HEROES or SUPERNATURAL..... geez... sad lar... it was nice to watch then it started getting all complicated.... sometimes sticking to the simple and relevant would be good...

Super Market Sweeeep....

Talk bout walking into a shop....
and without thinking... grabbing anything, and everything you want....
I've just recovered from a 2nd trauma....
This time we're talking 6 baskets full and.... 2 crates of drinks....
Geez.... talking bout wishes coming true... haha...
This is even better....
Imagine all the chips, cokes, chocolates.....
Cant believe that its 'see and grab'....
Entering the shop is like entering a shopping war zone....
You see... you grab....
Though there were some stuffs that where rationed...
But what the heck....
6 baskets full.... melimpah-limpah....
Cekap siut!!....

OMG!!!!

Okay...okay...

I think everyone's pretty fed-up of visiting this blog....
Its still the same thing since September... OMG!!!
Yea... That's right... I'm damn right lazy.....
Haha.... time flies... and its time for a new beginning....
The first step into my career.... geez....
prestigious so to speak...but honestly....
I feel the wave of responsibilities coming down on me...
even now....

Cant wait to know where's posting....
Gosh... the suspense is seriously killing me....
But then... i choose to bury it underneath...
The 'Que Sera Sera' attitude...
*God please forgive me....
Anyhow... He the one deciding where's best for me...

Act VI- Priscilla

Thus for a while he stood, and mused by the shore of the ocean,
Thinking of many things, and most of all of Priscilla;
And as if thought had the power to draw to itself, like the loadstone,
Whatsoever it touches, by subtile laws of its nature,

Lo! as he turned to depart, Priscilla was standing beside him.
"Are you so much offended, you will not speak to me?" said she.
"Am I so much to blame, that yesterday, when you were pleading
Warmly the cause of another, my heart, impulsive and wayward,
Pleaded your own, and spake out, forgetful perhaps of decorum?

Certainly you can forgive me for speaking so frankly, for saying
What I ought not to have said, yet now I can never unsay it;
For there are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion,
That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble
Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret,

Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.
Yesterday I was shocked, when I heard you speak of Miles Standish,
Praising his virtues, transforming his very defects into virtues,
Praising his courage and strength, and even his fighting in Flanders,
As if by fighting alone you could win the heart of a woman,

Quite overlooking yourself and the rest, in exalting your hero.
Therefore I spake as I did, by an irresistible impulse.
You will forgive me, I hope, for the sake of the friendship between us,
Which is too true and too sacred to be so easily broken!"
Thereupon answered John Alden, the scholar, the friend of Miles Standish:

"I was not angry with you, with myself alone I was angry,
Seeing how badly I managed the matter I had in my keeping."
"No!" interrupted the maiden, with answer prompt and decisive;
"No; you were angry with me, for speaking so frankly and freely.
It was wrong, I acknowledge; for it is the fate of a woman

Long to be patient and silent, to wait like a ghost that is speechless,
Till some questioning voice dissolves the spell of its silence.
Hence is the inner life of so many suffering women
Sunless and silent and deep, like subterranean rivers
Running through caverns of darkness, unheard, unseen, and unfruitful,

Chafing their channels of stone, with endless and profitless murmurs."
Thereupon answered John Alden, the young man, the lover of women:
"Heaven forbid it, Priscilla; and truly they seem to me always
More like the beautiful rivers that watered the garden of Eden,
More like the river Euphrates, through deserts of Havilah flowing,

Filling the land with delight, and memories sweet of the garden!"
"Ah, by these words, I can see," again interrupted the maiden,
"How very little you prize me, or care for what I am saying.
When from the depths of my heart, in pain and with secret misgiving,
Frankly I speak to you, asking for sympathy only and kindness,

Straightway you take up my words, that are plain and direct and in earnest,
Turn them away from their meaning, and answer with flattering phrases.
This is not right, is not just, is not true to the best that is in you;
For I know and esteem you, and feel that your nature is noble,
Lifting mine up to a higher, a more ethereal level.

Therefore I value your friendship, and feel it perhaps the more keenly
If you say aught that implies I am only as one among many,
If you make use of those common and complimentary phrases
Most men think so fine, in dealing and speaking with women,
But which women reject as insipid, if not as insulting."

Mute and amazed was Alden; and listened and looked at Priscilla,
Thinking he never had seen her more fair, more divine in her beauty.
He who but yesterday pleaded so glibly the cause of another,
Stood there embarrassed and silent, and seeking in vain for an answer.
So the maiden went on, and little divined or imagined

What was at work in his heart, that made him so awkward and speechless.
"Let us, then, be what we are, and speak what we think, and in all things
Keep ourselves loyal to truth, and the sacred professions of friendship.
It is no secret I tell you, nor am I ashamed to declare it:
I have liked to be with you, to see you, to speak with you always.

So I was hurt at your words, and a little affronted to hear you
Urge me to marry your friend, though he were the Captain Miles Standish.
For I must tell you the truth: much more to me is your friendship
Than all the love he could give, were he twice the hero you think him."
Then she extended her hand, and Alden, who eagerly grasped it,

Felt all the wounds in his heart, that were aching and bleeding so sorely,
Healed by the touch of that hand, and he said, with a voice full of feeling:
"Yes, we must ever be friends; and of all who offer you friendship
Let me be ever the first, the truest, the nearest and dearest!"

Casting a farewell look at the glimmering sail of the Mayflower,
Distant, but still in sight, and sinking below the horizon,
Homeward together they walked, with a strange, indefinite feeling,
That all the rest had departed and left them alone in the desert.
But, as they went through the fields in the blessing and smile of the sunshine,
Lighter grew their hearts, and Priscilla said very archly:

"Now that our terrible Captain has gone in pursuit of the Indians,
Where he is happier far than he would be commanding a household,
You may speak boldly, and tell me of all that happened between you,
When you returned last night, and said how ungrateful you found me."
Thereupon answered John Alden, and told her the whole of the story,--

Told her his own despair, and the direful wrath of Miles Standish.
Whereat the maiden smiled, and said between laughing and earnest,
"He is a little chimney, and heated hot in a moment!"
But as he gently rebuked her, and told her how much he had suffered,--
How he had even determined to sail that day in the Mayflower,

And had remained for her sake, on hearing the dangers that threatened,--
All her manner was changed, and she said with a faltering accent,
"Truly I thank you for this: how good you have been to me always!"
Thus, as a pilgrim devout, who toward Jerusalem journeys,
Taking three steps in advance, and one reluctantly backward,

Urged by importunate zeal, and withheld by pangs of contrition;
Slowly but steadily onward, receding yet ever advancing,
Journeyed this Puritan youth to the Holy Land of his longings,
Urged by the fervor of love, and withheld by remorseful
misgivings.