Mandopop.

There's just something about it that grates on my nerves.

The whole cheesy sentimentality about it. The whole Taiwanese soap opera quality that drives me up the wall. The whole squeaky clean image and its strange, hidden, homoerotic undertones.

What the f*ck's up with this?

I wish it was something that I could shake a stick at. Then bang on it repeatedly on the head with the aforementioned stick.

Urgh, I wanna scream. I wanna shout.

I'm a fractured bastard product of a pragmatic system of education. Chinese, yet not. What's with the bickering Taiwanese politicians on TV??

F*CK.