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Sunday, July 4, 2010 !@#$% 11:00 AM

As humans, we're judgmental. And I have to admit that I'm a very judgmental person. I think it's justified for me to be so, since everyone else seem to pass comments like rain drops. Endlessly, ceaselessly. People might say that, "Hey, why're you so influenced by what others say." Then I think to myself, "Hey, why do I have to be influenced by what you say?" Because our lives are based on others. We inter-depend in order to live, and through people, we make judgments. Be it good or bad, those judgments make who we are. Like when I say I hate Twilight and I have no interest what-so-ever in the Jonas Brothers. Those are my judgments. But no. I don't hate them. In fact, I sing along to Justin Bieber. It's so much better to be indifferent than to hate. Because when you hate, you have to put this certain amount of energy and feeling to do so. I'm not gonna sacrifice myself for hating someone, it won't benefit me. I whine, I cry, I say the meanest things. But that doesn't accumulate to hate. It accumulates to what I feel. At that time, in that hour, on that day. And our views change. And it's not wrong for it to change. I like the band HIM because they make more than just quality music. When I first stumbled on them, Ville Valo was ugly as fuck. The first music video I saw of them was Join Me (In Death)- and oh, the androgyny. Gimme some credit, I was what, twelve, thirteen at that time? That's judgment. And I started liking Nightwish because Amaranth was a great song. I'm an Anette Era fan, and I respect Tarja. They're both great singers, but they're not of the same genre. Why judge? Because we're human. Then I started listening to k-pop when Secondary Three rolled along. Because why? Because Sorry, Sorry became an anthem to my class, along with 3OH!3's Don't Touch Me. And I've to admit, the only reason why I like Kim Heechul was because he was androgynous. When in real fact, I'm afraid to go near those kind of people. Because they're very unsure, and that makes me unsure. Then I stumble upon comments saying that, "G-Dragon is the best composer ever." And to me, people who say that have probably been living under a rock before k-pop. I like korean music. But in terms of being a good lyricist or composer, come on, they're so far off. That's like comparing Justin Bieber to Andrew Lloyd Webber. Difference. But then again, this is my judgment. No, I don't enjoy music from Slipknot, nor do I fancy too much the screaming of Dani Fiflth- but God, they're genius, talented people. But what is talent? That's left to be judged.

And I apply what is easier to comprehend to daily life. It's so easy to judge based on expressions, the sneaking corners of devious eyes and noise. So easy to judge. And yet, when I claim to hate someone, that person would turn out to be the nicest thing ever. I have friends like that, and some have become my closest and dearest. I hated them. I despised them. Because of what they did, how they acted, how they change. And somehow, I don't realize that I've changed. So it was only worthy of me to give people chances when others have given in my every woe. We can't trust word of mouth but we trust ourselves in judging body language. And by trusting that, we get all our facts mixed up. But we're human that way, and we find the best in people. Even though they seem to annoy you the hardest, how they never seem to take you seriously, the awkward moments we sometimes share. I hate those moments. But at the end of the day, I know that they've been keeping up with how annoying, loud and indifferent I could be about their feelings.
6Packs, I owe you.

Reason for rant: I've been on KPop Secrets! on Tumblr, and the anonymous comments and judgments being passed, I like how it is. Because people seem to always have reasons to having that secret. How people hate on Taec because the rest of their friends are antis, but they really do have that guy high up on their books. How Hankyung's a selfish ass bastard- which I can relate with, because God, I hate him. And how fans shouldn't call themselves fans when they hate a certain someone in that particular group. I don't get that. As said, people are entitled to their own personal lease of escape. I hate Lee Donghae and Kim Kibum, and I've no idea why. But I like Super Junior. So KPop fans, go suck dick.

It was so much easier to fangirl over Finnish Rockstars.


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