Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Tv show more emotional than drama?

I don't understand. I find myself crying after seeing someone singing or even dancing. 
Like, just now while watching someone sang on Kpop Star, I have no clue what she was singing, but she made me cry...
When I caught myself crying, I was like, "harh? Why am I...?" I think because she explained that it was about an abandoned child, so in my mind I was picturing the scene, and maybe that's how my emotions got stirred up. 

I also recalled other times I cried while watching a tv show. I was watching So You Think You Can Dance, just looking at them dance so gracefully, I felt tears rolling down my cheeks. 

I think I can conclude that I am very dramatic and emotional person. Why I say dramatic is because of my overly intense imaginations. I mean, if I don't think so much, I wouldn't have cried right? That's how (I think) I am, sendiri bust sendiri stres~

The weirdest part is that I find myself crying more when watching tv variety shows than in dramas! Like why? They have a story plot prepared already. I just came up with this reason. It's because, watching people sing or dance, you don't have someone acting out the story, you make the story, and thus it will appeal to you, and sometimes just you alone. Everybody has different taste in everything they see, do and feel. So to me, the scriptwriters either just go with their own taste or have to take into consideration everyone's appeal. Well, then their story won't affect everyone.  Wao, does that mean I'm a very hard person to please? Ya, only I can make myself happy. Kesian...alone for life~ hahaha.

Oh well, random opinion of the day, over~ stay tuned, y'all~

A scar is born

It looks like an infection, with that mark bulging up. I made it. Yeap, amazing why or how I can do such a thing to my precious hand. I'm really just a true butterfinger. 

So the story goes like...There was a ladybug flying towards me and it landed on my nose bridge. I quickly used my hand to flung it away, but instead it landed on my hand, one of my other body parts AGAIN, i AGAIN went out of control trying to get rid of it(when it's just a small ladybug), and forgotten that on my other hand I was holding a line with a hook at the end(it's my hanging clothes line), unknowingly, I just grazed that hook across my hand. Tadaa, that's how I got my new 'birthmark'. 

Dang, if only I appreciated these small beautiful beings, if only I wasn't afraid of a small ladybug, if only I just let it sit on my hand, then, nothing would have happen. Well, the punishment for being such an insect scaredy-cat, this is it, but it'll heal, over a day, I wonder actually does this happen to everyone? Or maybe my skin is thin? Maybe. Reminds me of the old kid days, where I got bitten(sounds like bite, no I mean hit) by mama with a rotan, though I don't feel pain, but wherever she hit, my skin will show the marks, hahah then she'll try to cover it before I go to school, oh well that's the old days, when I was...naughty? No I don't think so. Ah, more like I didn't understand what she taught me, but the funny thing is, after all that beating, I actually fully understand the topic she taught me =.= kinda weird right? I guess the good marks in math were thanks to mom.