It's a new blog. Probably no one has read it yet, however, if you stalked me and clicked this URL from my facebook profile, you'd might have seen this status about why I hate k-pop a whole damn lot.
Actually I hate Asian pop in general. No offence to other kinds of pop in Asia but I think k-pop and those Taiwanese pretty boys tarnished it. (Yeah I know I'm asian, but whatever.)
1. They're plastic.
I'm pretty sure most, if not all of them underwent plastic surgery. Not that I'm against that, but it's highly probable that they have copious amount of surgery done on their faces. For the females, maybe their boobs too. Or their asses. Not that it matters. But yeah, point is, I'm betting all these 'fangirls' are like supporting and going crazy and spending big money on them, because of these fake faces. If they were like, ugly, nobody'd support them.
Another voice might say, "But hey, celebs in the West also undergo plastic surgery!" Well yeah, but there is a higher chance of finding one that didn't. While for these Korean superstars, it's a slim, very slim chance to find one that didn't. Plus looking at those makeup tutorials on YouTube, they might look mighty ugly without makeup on.
Good for going incognito huh?
2. They don't play musical instruments.
That's just wrong. If you're a musical group, you can't play a musical instrument, I'd despise you. Because all you do is dance. So what if you can dance? It's called a 'boyband'. If it's a band in the musical sense, then there should be at least one person who plays something. But no. In most of these cases I see, it looks like the music is all played by people who rightly should get recognition for, but didn't. If it's just a whole group of pretty faces who can just dance, it should be renamed 'dance troupe'. Not '-band'.
And also, most groups in the West do play their own instruments. In fact, most that I see have at least one guy playing drums, electric guitars, bass guitars. Even the lead singer plays the guitar.
3. Lame, repetitive lyrics. Especially those that I can comprehend, i.e. English.
I keep hearing the same lyrics all the time. They kind of don't make much sense. And also it doesn't mean much other than the obvious meanings. It's just to probably make themselves look 'better' and also probably, to satisfy the people who don't understand Korean. So you mix a little English in it, and hey presto, you get a group of fucking crazy fangirls who pledge to die for you.
And sometimes it just seems like they want to make themselves look badass, so the band's name sounds something that plays heavy metal but doesn't. What a bummer. Not that I like heavy metal, but when I think of a band with a name like 'Beast', I think of heavy metal. And also apparently these people like to act cute. Or simply they just can't spell. Or they love the clock a lot.
4. Fangirls are NOT helping these guys.
If I'm not wrong, these pretty faces practically have no freedom. I heard that if they want to go to the toilet, they have to inform their managers. Which I find really disturbing, unless you're in the middle of an exam or you are incarcerated. Because of their pretty faces and the power to suck money, these greedy managing companies are treating them like their money trees.
To do that, they kind of imprison them, the only perk is that they have a glamorous side.
And these fangirls are the reason. They are the ones who throw these people their money.
And just one good news. They'll probably fade after like 5-10 years. This kind of music won't last. Look at those Taiwanese boybands, getting outshone by the Koreans. Ah.
Classical music is the only genre that will last. At least from what I know, they've lasted for centuries. And classical music is real music, made by people who know music. Not some pretty boy dancing.
Rant Spillage
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
I haven't ranted in a long time
That's probably why I'm full of anger. What do I say first?
Firstly, I've lost friends. I have no one else to turn to. Lately, Ezekiel the bear is the only one I can talk to without someone saying something I've done wrong. He's like the only thing that understands.
Other than losing friends, I've first experienced what I'd like to call 'epic failure'. Maybe whoever is reading this may have 'epic failure' as the thought of something that's freakin' disastrous. Or maybe even funny.
In my case, I failed 3 papers in one exam period. It's like 3 out of 5. Although I think I should go study now, my mind is full of anger, indignity. I've *hopefully* cleared the first supp paper, Math, but it's very risky. I hope I won't fail.
Oh. Nobody in my course did thaaaaat badly. Like 3 papers out of 5. And I've never failed so many papers at one go. It's killing me.
Then the person who I expected to maybe fail didn't. She had so much help. Like when the math lecturer told us we could go for this extra remedial session by another lecturer, I missed the first cos I had something else on, then when I wanted to go for the second session, I was told that it was exclusively for weaker students. Am I not a weak student? If you pledged that you were my friend and would do whatever to help, why didn't you ask the lecturer if I could get in? After all, I was pulled in by the math lecturer to go for this session.
I feel effing betrayed. Now that you failed nothing and I failed 3, I feel worse. You know what? GO. AWAY.
Then there's the family problems.
I've had a pretty loud voice since young. So when I talk louder it sounds like I'm screaming. Not that I wanted to anyway.
My mum wrote letters to me. Telling me where I've gone wrong. But it seems like she only acknowledges everything as my mistakes. It seems like she doesn't understand the concept that it takes two to clap. So in my reply I wrote that if she wants to blame everything on me, whatever.
Nobody cares anyway. I wanna say that I feel suicidal. She doesn't know. Not many knows.
And come to think of it, wherever I go, happiness is sucked away.
Honestly, I don't even want to live anymore. How many even care about my mere existence?
Firstly, I've lost friends. I have no one else to turn to. Lately, Ezekiel the bear is the only one I can talk to without someone saying something I've done wrong. He's like the only thing that understands.
Other than losing friends, I've first experienced what I'd like to call 'epic failure'. Maybe whoever is reading this may have 'epic failure' as the thought of something that's freakin' disastrous. Or maybe even funny.
In my case, I failed 3 papers in one exam period. It's like 3 out of 5. Although I think I should go study now, my mind is full of anger, indignity. I've *hopefully* cleared the first supp paper, Math, but it's very risky. I hope I won't fail.
Oh. Nobody in my course did thaaaaat badly. Like 3 papers out of 5. And I've never failed so many papers at one go. It's killing me.
Then the person who I expected to maybe fail didn't. She had so much help. Like when the math lecturer told us we could go for this extra remedial session by another lecturer, I missed the first cos I had something else on, then when I wanted to go for the second session, I was told that it was exclusively for weaker students. Am I not a weak student? If you pledged that you were my friend and would do whatever to help, why didn't you ask the lecturer if I could get in? After all, I was pulled in by the math lecturer to go for this session.
I feel effing betrayed. Now that you failed nothing and I failed 3, I feel worse. You know what? GO. AWAY.
Then there's the family problems.
I've had a pretty loud voice since young. So when I talk louder it sounds like I'm screaming. Not that I wanted to anyway.
My mum wrote letters to me. Telling me where I've gone wrong. But it seems like she only acknowledges everything as my mistakes. It seems like she doesn't understand the concept that it takes two to clap. So in my reply I wrote that if she wants to blame everything on me, whatever.
Nobody cares anyway. I wanna say that I feel suicidal. She doesn't know. Not many knows.
And come to think of it, wherever I go, happiness is sucked away.
Honestly, I don't even want to live anymore. How many even care about my mere existence?
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