Beanie level: Noble idiot

I went to see Parasite today, and now have so many feelings that I donโ€™t know what to do with.

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I’ve seen GIFs of this interview but finally watched the whole thing. Could I love XZ more? Yea, I could. oops.

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      Chinese interviews are quite fun to watch in that they have less filters. You don’t get the sense that it’s all scripted. Of course, they still are but the contents, topics ventured and questions asked are much wider than K ones.

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        That’s a refreshing change for me! I’m surprised at the questions she asked and loving the way he answered. The convo flows so naturally and honestly.

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          This is the rabbit hole which I entered after I finished the drama and can’t get out ever since.

          I must qualify however that I’ve watched more Wang Yibo’s interviews than Xiao Zhan’s. Just like in the drama, I first started watching XZ’s interviews. Then I tried WYB’s. The difference between them is like night and day. Where XZ is fantastically eloquent and poetic even! (the way he answers so sensitively and gives much thought to each question) , YB’s style will shock you. I better stop writing else this reply will turn into an essay.

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            I think I did the opposite of that by watching a ton of WYB’s interviews and kept on watching because he’s so entertaining. hahaha Now I’m going down the rabbit hole of XZ’s interviews – what a difference!

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            This is a very good interview. Why have I not seen this before? Love how intimate it is. His answers also helped with the overall aura of the interview.

            And I guess I need to see the interview of WYB. I know his personality is on the other side of the spectrum.

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            Outie you can’t leave us hanging like that! An example of a shocking Yibo interview please 😌

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    He’s so comfortable, laid back, and just HIMSELF in this interview… I love it~~

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    One of my fave interview of his. It’s so straightforward and they talked about many things that usually is left untouched in other interviews. Xiao Zhan is so thoughtful, I fell for him more and more.
    Iirc, he has another interview with her this week, but seems like there’s still no eng sub yet.

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      My feelings exactly! At certain points, I thought he might even teared up, or maybe I teared up lols. Ahhh I’m looking forward to the eng subs for the new interview!

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      I read somewhere that with this interview, the reporter was asked by XZ’s staff to ask him hard/difficult questions and the lady even was quite hesitant about it, like she was saying “really, are you sure?”, and the staff said yes since that was what XZ wanted. this interview with him shows how intelligent, realistic and disciplined he is. but may I say I want him to have a lovelife, maybe not now but in the future?

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    Why is this interview making me cry 😢😭

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<The Untamed – A romantic comedy
Coming soon to a theatre near you.

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It’s not Kdrama related but watching Chris Morocco trying to recreate a Korean dish makes me giggle.

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My Untamed status: currently reading the novel, re-watching the drama, and saved the donghua for a rainy weekend binge. Also: reading fanfics! Below are some of my favorite crackastic reads so far! ๐Ÿ™‚

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Coming out of my Untamed haze to post a new #MakjangMonday! This week\’s entry is a collection of my rather mundane childhood stories, proof that I was mostly a normal kid. (See comments below!) ๐Ÿ™‚

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    One.
    My mom is a Buddhist and my dad just believes in ghosts (oh really), so Christmas wasnโ€™t a thing in our household. On the very rare occasion where we did something Christmas-related, my sister and I were overjoyed. That year, my parents took us to the amusement park. Right by the front entrance stood a giant Christmas tree, its multicolors lights blinked rapidly and its branches were weighted down with loads of decorations. To keep curious people away from the tree, there was a red metal railing installed all around it. I, for once, was feeling adventurous and declared I wanted to sit on that metal railing for the picture. So here I was, high on the holiday spirits, took a leap of faith and lifted myself to sit on the railing… only to fall over on the other side, flat on my back. The metal railing was rounded and slippery, making my downfall super predictable. I was so embarrassed and distinctly remembered feeling an intense sense of hatred and fear for the tree. We left the park via a side entrance because of that. And years later, when we went there again for the holiday, there stood the same Christmas tree, with the same red metal railing around it, glaring at me. Needless to say, I ran back outside and my parents had to coax me in via a side door that the security guards used.

    Two.
    That summer, the โ€œcafeโ€ where my dad worked organized an outing to the beach and invited our whole family to come along. It was just for a day, but I was ecstatic because it would be my first time going to the beach. Being the only kids in the group, my sister and I were being so pampered. I remembered seeing the ocean appearing slowly as we drove down the road, the burning heat of the sand under my feet, and the cooling waves against my legs. It was such a beautiful summer day.

    Three.
    At this point, we had moved into the apartment complex where my sister and I were almost kidnapped. My dad quitted his job as a bouncer, and there were no shady cafes anywhere near our place. One day, out of the blue, my sister suggested that we wrapped these thin blankets around ourselves as if they were gowns and play-pretend as the women we saw at the cafe, aka prostitutes. We loved to play-pretend and the idea didnโ€™t sound like the worse thing ever because we remembered them as the kind women who offered us candies when our parents wouldnโ€™t. It lasted for about 2 minutes until my mom heard us saying things like, โ€œOne more drink!โ€ and clanking our plastic cups. She gently told us we shouldnโ€™t pretend to be prostitutes but didnโ€™t elaborate on why. We didnโ€™t ask her why. I think we were too embarrassed and just wanted for the scolding to stop.

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    Four.
    The apartment complex was right next to a wholesale flower market. I loved walking through the stalls with my mom, trying not to touch the pretty bouquets and searching for any flower that fell on the ground. The smells of chrysanthemum and lilies stand out to me in my memories of this place, especially during the Luna New Year. The day after the celebrations were over, there would be piles of unsold flowers taller than me outside the market. My cousin and I loved to raid those piles and would bring home bunches of fresh, slightly bruised flowers for my mom and aunts. We were damn proud of ourselves!

    Five.
    I had blocked out most of what happened on the day we went to the embassy for our interview except for a few blurry flashes. The lady who interviewed us was very bored and seemed like a strict person. There was a glass window separating us. My sister and I tried to stand on our tip toes so we could see her. One of the things we did was that each of us had to sign our full names out on these documents. My parents had made my sister and I practiced at home, so we knew how to do it. I was so nervous when I had to do it, making sure I didnโ€™t misspell my long-ass name. The last thing I remembered that day was watching a young woman dragging a suitcase full of photo albums of her and her husband to her interview to prove that their marriage wasnโ€™t a scam.

    Six.
    My family and I have lived in the US for over a decade now, and we only came back to visit my momโ€™s side of the family in Vietnam once some years ago. I was in my teens, and being an overweight kid who barely could speak the language anymore, there were a lot of looks and mean comments tossed at me wherever I went. It was horrible. I remembered when we went to visit a temple by the beach, I overheard this family openly talked about my body as if I wasnโ€™t standing in front of them. Enraged, I turned around and asked them to stop, ending the sentence with a few English curses out of frustrations. They started to argue back and I, for a moment, raised my hand and was ready to punch them. I couldnโ€™t remember who stopped me. Must be one of my cousins. As we walked away, I started to cry out of anger, fists still clenched tight.

    (Funny enough, whenever I get really angry now, I would start cursing in Vietnamese. Of all the vocabulary I could etained, my subconscious mind picked the dirtiest curse words.)

    Seven.
    There is a photo of a three-year-old me standing in front of a merry-go-round bawling my eyes out. My parents had both walked away, wanting to take the photo of just me. But I have mistaken it as them leaving me and started crying and tried to toddle over. I can always recall the fear I felt at that moment and how tiring it was to cry that hard. Itโ€™s the only memory I have at that age.

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I just want to quickly share this potential casting news bc my other love, besides WYB/XZ is JSW.

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To all Untamed Beanies, I\’m taking a quick moment to say your posts make my day! My insane week isn\’t over yet, but I kept taking lil breaks to check DB. Once things calmed down, I\’ll contribute! <3

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Untamed Beanies, please do tag me in all your Untamed-posts! I\’m going to be insanely busy for the rest of the week and might not be able to keep up with the fanwall posts so your tags help a lot~ <3

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I was too preoccupied with The Untamed that I forgot to share a #MakjangMonday story. But here goes! (See comment below!) 😊

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    The last two Makjang Monday stories were a bit intense, so this weekโ€™s entry is a lighthearted one. I think.

    My memory of this incident is a little bit blurry, but I think it happened in between my brush with the Moped of Doom and the attempted kidnapping. We lived in an apartment above a hair salon, which also was across from a โ€œcafeโ€ where my dad worked as a bouncer. Because of us, my mom told my dad to never bring his friends from work home. We were too small to understand who those people were, and thought they were so nice. Anyway, I mentioned this because I was always very curious about the โ€œcafeโ€. The few times we were over at the cafe, for whatever reason, was during the daytime. I remember the changes from the morning to night, when flashing color lights could be seen through the curtains that separated the front area and the back rooms, and a low hum of music and background noises seeped out.

    We lived here for at least a couple of years. My dadโ€™s circle of โ€œfriends from workโ€ grew bigger. The whole neighborhood soon knew we were in the process of migrating to the US. This was the year we thought we would be called in for our interviews at the US embassy, and if we passed, my parents planned to literally buy plane tickets and leave as soon as possible. So they had passports made for us and valuables packed.

    One night, we were all out until late. I couldnโ€™t recall why. When we got back home, we saw the door was forced opened and our stuff was scattered everywhere. My parents discovered our passports were missing along with the valuables they packed. I donโ€™t remember what โ€œvaluablesโ€ they would have at that time since we were definitely not rich, but they were so upset, especially about losing the passports.

    My dad went around and asked his friends to spread the words – that he wasnโ€™t mad and for the thief to please return our passports at least. Days later, we found a plastic bag tucked underneath the doorway with our passports inside. There was also a hand-written letter folded in between the passports. It was written in pencil on pieces of crumbled and stained notebook papers taped together, then folded a few times. My parents cracked up when reading it and turned out, it was a badly written apology letter from the thief. The grammar was atrocious, and the handwriting itself looked like a kidโ€™s scrawls than anything. But in it, the thief apologized so sincerely and politely for the break-in and wished us the best of luck with our move.

    Iโ€™m almost certain it was my dadโ€™s gangster friends who found the thief and made him/her returned our passports. Or the thief was afraid of my dadโ€™s connections and returned the stolen items willingly. It was a wild letter tho, and I wished my parents still had it.

    It was another five or six years later when we moved to the US. This process itself is a weird story of red tape, expensive perfumes as bribes, and a vaguely traumatic series of interview questions.

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Beanies, my world this week is being consumed by the Untamed, and I\’m not even mad. Actually, there\’s one thing – why can\’t I find the soundtrack on Apple music??

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There are a lot of premieres this week. Which one is your favorite, Beanies?

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    I haven’t picked any new drama yet. I’m waiting for Vagabond. It will air tomorrow~ hehe

    Which one is your favourite so far?

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      I havenโ€™t checked out any new shows this week either, but Vagabond is definitely on my radar for the weekend. When Camellia Blooms is on my to-watch list as well! (I just started watching The Untamed this week so there goes a good bit of my time. Hehe)

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    I’m surprisingly not really interested in the ones starting this week. The only one I’m really excited for is Vagabond.

    But I am super excited for Melt Me Softly and Tale of Nokdu which will air in the next 1-2 weeks 😍

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      Same about Vagabond! Real life is busy atm so I might not be able to live-watch a lot of shows. So gotta pick them carefully. ๐Ÿ™‚

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    Secret Boutique was my most anticipated premiere and it delivered! When The Camellia Blooms and Running Investigators look promising in their own way.

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I caved and started watching The Untamed because of all the good things and cute posts from other Beanies. Ohemgee *squeel* looks like I found my crack drama for this month!

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Another Monday, another #MakjangMonday story! (See comment below). ๐Ÿคช

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    This weekโ€™s story took place a few years after my brush with the Moped of Doom, as chronicled in last weekโ€™s entry. We had moved into an apartment complex in a slightly better neighborhood. We traded prostitutes and loansharks for heroin addicts loitering around the staircases and trash rooms. Around this time, there were a lot of cases of kidnappings involved drug addicts coming up to children and luring them away with promises of candies/games/whatever. Sometimes it was to rob the kids off whatever valuable on their persons (mostly jewelry) before letting them go. Other times, sadly, it was human traffickings and no one saw the children again. I remembered being told to strictly run away whenever a stranger approach for whatever reason.

    That morning, my little sister and I were sent to the store downstairs for snacks. We took off, not thinking much. On our way back up the stairs, a man approached us saying he had something for us from our parents, which we knew instantly was a lie. Before I could grabbed my sisterโ€™s hand, the guy reached out and tried to snatch one of her gold studs from her ears. She cried out and we ran up the three flights of stairs like crazy. My dad was waiting for us right outside the front door, and when he saw us ran over looking so scared and my sisterโ€™s ear was bleeding, he knew something was wrong. The second my sister, blessed her for actually able to speak because I was paralyzed with fear, pointed at the stairs and said a strange man was after us, my dad immediately sprinted in that direction. My mom came out from the living room so confused. She was just talking to my aunt and her suitor at the time who happened to be a police officer. They all heard what happened, and the police officer guy rushed after my dad because he knew my dadโ€™s temper.

    The next thing I remembered was my mom taking us to the police station to 1) pick up my dad who was held for beating the kidnapper up and 2) to identify said kidnapper for the police report. When we got there, my dad was still fuming and screaming insults and threats at the kidnapper. Said criminal was cowering in a corner of the holding cell, bleeding from whatever my dad did to him. My sister and I were so scared and only barely managed to point out the guy and told the police what happened.

    The police returned my sisterโ€™s earring to us. They were very small, age-appropriate gold studs that werenโ€™t worth much at all, but desperate druggies resorted to desperate measures. My sisterโ€™s ear was scratched, but healed up pretty fast. Also turned out, my dad broke one of his fingers when he punched the guy too hard and my mom was so mad at him for that. I remembered him wearing a cast for a while after. My auntโ€™s suitor, aka the police officer that ran after my dad, told us that he had to pull my dad away from the guy and convinced him to take that bastard into the station. Otherwise, he wasnโ€™t about to stop.

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    Beanies, no worries, my sister and I were ok and sometimes we would jokingly said, โ€œhey, remember that one time we were almost kidnapped?โ€ We would laugh it off, saying how wild it was that the police officers were more afraid of my dad than that drug addict. Maybe it wasnโ€™t really an attempted kidnapping. Maybe the druggie would just let us go after taking the earrings. But telling this story over and over, each time with different gestures and comedic touches, is how we deal.

    To be honest, my adulthood so far is thankfully not as dramatic as my childhood. Iโ€™m sure moving abroad to a better area helped with that a whole lot. Iโ€™m infinitely thankful for that!

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#MakjangMondays
I love this idea that @JustMe suggested and wanted to share a story from my childhood. (See comment below bc I still can\’t make longer post. oops) xD

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    I grew up in a sketchy area in big city in Vietnam. Back then, my dad was working as a bouncer at these shady โ€œcafesโ€ that were basically brothels to make ends meet. As such, I was surrounded by prostitutes, loansharks, and gangsters. From my hazy childhood memories, everyone was kind to my little sister and I, always giving us treats. So all in all, I was a perfectly happy kid, except for this one instance.

    That day, I distinctly remembered that my sister and I were playing on the sidewalk down the street from our house when suddenly a man drove a moped straight toward us. My dad was nearby so he pushed us out of the way just in time. The man lost his balance and his moped toppled over, tossing him on the ground. He and my dad got into a huge fistfight, and everyone on the street came out to see what was going on. My mom ran to grab us and rushed us back in the house. The last thing I remembered seeing was my dad brandishing his machete at the Moped Man while my mom and our neighbors tried to stop him. (My dad used to do some sorts of construction jobs in the countryside, which was apparently where/how/why he had a machete).

    Thankfully, my dad didnโ€™t get to use his machete, nor was he arrested. When I asked my mom about this, later on, she just shook her head and didnโ€™t say anything. And that is the story of my brush with the Moped of Doom.

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      Yours might be the one to beat.

      I think Jang Hyuk should play your dad in the drama.

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      OOOOH this is like straight out of some melo thriller. We could make up a fantastic backstory for this!

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        Oh yea! It was wild! Pls do, because to this day, I still don’t know why the Moped Man tried to run us over.

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        See now, I was imagining the present, when Moped Man’s mysterious son suddenly turns up in @strawberry‘s life. Is he a good guy, or a villain bent on revenge because his father got an infection from the road rash he got after he tried to run down the kids? Of course the infection put him in a coma where he still lingers after telling everyone about the evil bouncer that pushed him off his bike. So now his son wants revenge.

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          And falls in love with strawberry.

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          I have tears in my eyes, you guys. What a tragedy!

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          Interesting… I was picturing a show in two halves.
          One: the backstory to this incident. The Moped Man is out for blood on Strawberry’s family. But why? Is he a mob member? Did strawberry’s father save the life of a prostitute and smuggle her out of the country only for the gang who owns the “Cafe” to find out and send someone after Strawberry, her father and her family?
          Is that why they had to move? (idk did you have to move @strawberry?)
          And Strawberry grows up with no idea about any of this… until the son turns up… is it a love story? Or a bitter tragedy? What does strawberry’s father tell her on his death bed? Is he even DEAD?

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            Funny you should ask! While living in Vietnam, we had to move A LOT. Once, it was in the middle of the night. Soooooo……

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            IT’S TRUE IT’S ALL TRUE THE FACTS LINE UP!!
            Seriously I WANT to write a story based on this. You could even have a lot of fun directing it, by telling it from child yous perspective, which would be great because the audience wouldn’t get all the information, just like you clearly didn’t…

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            That would be WILD! Recreating and piecing fragments of memories together would be an interesting exercise. I would love to read your story! hehe My writing skills are just sad…. so…

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            Have you got any more strange memories related to your families CLEARLY shady business in Vietnam? lol
            The more you give me the better I can write this haha

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            Oh man! Where to start? This happened way after the Moped Man incident. I usually would spend Sundays at my grandma’s house. All of my mom’s sisters and their kids lived with my grandma so it was always fun to visit. But that day was a weekday, so when my parents hurriedly packed my sister and I up to drop us off at grandma’s, I thought it was weird but didn’t think too much of it. Until I heard my older cousins talking. Apparently, one of my aunts was beaten up by her abusive boyfriend who threatened to send his gangster friends to my grandma’s house for more beatings if she didn’t give him money. My mom heard about this, told my dad, who in turn called HIS gangster friend who was actually the gang leader. So all three of them went to meet my aunt’s boyfriend and gave him a stern talking to. At the end, I got to spend a fun day at my grandma’s and my aunt got rid of her sucky boyfriend.

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            Oh my word this thing is just writing itself.
            A bouncer father with ties to one gang, the corrupt cops, and the brothels. He’s a good guy. Just wants the best for his kids. But he keeps a machete on the wall just in case. The story goes that he uses it for his “farm job”…
            The mother’s sister with ties to another gang. An abusive boyfriend who runs drugs out of their tiny apartment.
            A Moped rider with a debt to pay to the same gang as the abusive boyfriend and a son constantly used as blackmail.
            A Loanshark that gives candy to kids who is behind the scenes of everything and that one time he cut a mans tendons they say…

            And that girl Van that went missing? Rumours say she’s not dead… that she got out… but they never get out. Not without consequences. And that’s why one hot night, suddenly and without warning, young Strawberry found herself ushered out of her home, throwing clothes into bags, moving yet again, running from something she wouldn’t know… till much much later… when the boy with the deep husky voice and anguished eyes who screamed in the night, and flinched at green lighting turned up in her life… and then… everything changed.

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            YAS! This is the makjang I lived for!

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      Omg, this is certified makjang. Iโ€™ve seen these shady areas in Vietnam. A perfect place to raise kids in a drama! The backstory on moped man: your dad unfortunately met him doing his bouncing gig and the guy was being horribly abusive to the working girls and maybe your dad bounced him out if there. But he somehow figured out where you all lived and that he had two cute little girls and wanted to exact his revenge on him by hurting you! For shameโ€”people are terrible (or Iโ€™m terrible)!

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        I’m loving this backstory! x) Oh yes, I remember these areas through the rosy glasses of my childhood.

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      BONUS: One of the aforementioned loansharks I knew as a kid was arrested for apparently cutting off a man’s tendons in his knees when he failed to pay back the loan. I was devasted when I accidentally saw the news clipping because this loanshark was the nicest man, in my little kiddo mind. He always gave me treats and let me hang out with his girlfriend, who I thought was the coolest lady ever.

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        Whoa.

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        Moral of the story: You can be a horrible person, but if you have treats, youโ€™ll be a childโ€™s hero *shudder*. And maybe he was a nice man, but maybe just to you. Heโ€™s definitely a colorful side character! And maybe he helps you father get revenge on the moped man in our makjang!

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          I still remember his blurry mugshot in the news clipping. He’s definitely a colorful side character who reappeared later after he got out of jail. But that’s a story for another time! xD

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        DAYUM. We gotta work this into the above stories somehow… hmmm:
        Loanshark that child strawberry likes IS the mob boss and she has to deal with the tragedy of finding out he’s a horrible horrible man and her mortal enemy years down the track when she is the witness that can bring him to justice.

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      Holy Moley, that’s a heck of story.

      I’m sure your mom had plenty to say to your dad and his machete. She might not have said it out loud, but I’m guessing there was/is quite a rant that goes along with this incident.

      P.S. I’m glad everyone is okay.

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        For sure! I don’t doubt that at all. My parents have a rocky relationship, and a lot of that is because of things like this. My dad had his machete hung up on the wall for years and years after this incident until one of his “police friends” (mostly the corrupted ones who my dad knew from working as a bouncer) confiscated it.

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          This reminds me of how my maternal grandfather died actually. My mom doesnโ€™t talk about it, but he was shot, probably over some gambling debts. She was nine. Youโ€™re probably really lucky.

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            I definitely am very lucky, all things considered. We migrated abroad years later, which is a turning point in my life for so many reasons.

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      Just make sure you donโ€™t fall in love with moped manโ€™s son!

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      I resign from #makjangmonday. I cannot compete.

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      damn… The Moped of Doom… Glad it missed you!
      that IS a crazy story.

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        I’m just now reading this thread on 9/16 -8 days ago! How in the world did i miss this marvel of makang drama in the making!
        @strawberry -so glad you and your family are all still functioning (wanted to write safe and sound but who can say that anymore?) and thank you for the fodder for such fun writing!

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          haha thank you! My childhood was a little bit insane, but everyone made it out ok! ๐Ÿ™‚

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I\’m all for new cast members for FoS2 but might be like, unfathomably sad if Bae Doona is not returning as our beloved detective to Jo Seung-woo\’s fearless prosecutor.

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HdL finale is a long goodbye, and at the end, I\’m feeling both hopeful and sad for our couple. Ahh, now that my crack drama is over, I need to find a new one.

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Hmm… I guess there\’s a reason why HdL ep. 14 is 1.5 hours long. [spoilery thoughts in comments!]

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    Hoooray! Chung-myung has crossed over and moved on~ Goodbye tragic love of the past and helloooo new love and forgiveness! With ep. 14 in mind, I guess we could say that Chung-myung possessing Chan-sung is how he helped our poor lost manager find his way out. I’m glad that Man-weol has resolved her grudges. That means, hopefully, that we will get more fluffy cutesy couple moments in the last two episodes because frankly, everyone has shed enough tears.

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    Nearly all tvN dramas are 1.5hours long recently. Too long, why can’t they stick with 1 hr length dramas~ Huuuu

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      Seriously! Not that I’m complaining about seeing more of IU and YJG, but whew – it is too long. I barely have enough time to watch dramas as it is. xD

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      This is the first TvN drama I’ve watched with long episodes that hasn’t felt like a chore though. The others I ended up dropping (Goblin, Hwayugi, Answer Me 1994). I think it helps that each episode has a good self-contained story in addition to the main aric and most of them before this week were only clocking in at 1 hour 10ish minutes.

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      1 hour is still the norm. Weekend dramas go way over that.

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Having feels about HdL ep. 13 below (might be spoilery!)

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    I was never really on Team Chung-Myung to begin with and after this episode, I just want to squish this pesky little firefly to mush. Of all the reunion scenarios, the possession tactic is a surprise to me. I wonder why Chung-myung hadn’t try this trick before Chan-sung comes along.
    Episode 14’s preview might be misleading? Like with every preview ever? Because Man-weol might be using that creepy vengeful ghost to kill Chung-myung’s spirit and free Chan-sung? Idk? I hope so? So many questions, so many feels!

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