Post by Morter on Oct 16, 2004 21:23:52 GMT -5
Hey...none of you know me, but I'll make this brief.
Me, and my girlfriend Mika are from the Tri-state area, which thankfully gets KBS broadcasting 9PM Eastern on Saturday and Sunday. About a year and some months ago, while I was 15, we discovered Age of Warriors, sadly after 1/3rd of the season had gone [just about the time Chung Kyun became a constant character]. Mika and I made...a weekly tradition of watching this show, but just to watch it to kill an hour. We didn't take it seriously at first, but then we got more and more interested in it as time went on, even to the point where we both would take turns reading subtitles dramatically.
Since about February we'd both hold hands and say in unison "Tradition...begins...now!", and have some of the the greatest times in our lives indulging in this historical war drama, with all its twists and turns, all its witty humor and infamous characters. It was the 2 hours a week where everything stopped. We'd plop down and stare with wide teenage eyes at the screen as it'd teach us more of the past, of the ancient East-Asian war era and gave us the taste of the great minds and blades we couldn't possibly produce at this generation.
Now...at the age of 17, with tear-welled eyes and stuttering breath, I type this post as a pseudo-funeral towards the series that made Mika and I a little smarter, a little wiser, a little stronger, a little better. If we could, tears of blood could be shed as we mourn for possibly the greatest drama ever to hit my 17 inch TV/VCR's pixels. But for now, we bow our heads solemnly and hum the low, war-like choir that is the theme of
The Age of Warriors
Me, and my girlfriend Mika are from the Tri-state area, which thankfully gets KBS broadcasting 9PM Eastern on Saturday and Sunday. About a year and some months ago, while I was 15, we discovered Age of Warriors, sadly after 1/3rd of the season had gone [just about the time Chung Kyun became a constant character]. Mika and I made...a weekly tradition of watching this show, but just to watch it to kill an hour. We didn't take it seriously at first, but then we got more and more interested in it as time went on, even to the point where we both would take turns reading subtitles dramatically.
Since about February we'd both hold hands and say in unison "Tradition...begins...now!", and have some of the the greatest times in our lives indulging in this historical war drama, with all its twists and turns, all its witty humor and infamous characters. It was the 2 hours a week where everything stopped. We'd plop down and stare with wide teenage eyes at the screen as it'd teach us more of the past, of the ancient East-Asian war era and gave us the taste of the great minds and blades we couldn't possibly produce at this generation.
Now...at the age of 17, with tear-welled eyes and stuttering breath, I type this post as a pseudo-funeral towards the series that made Mika and I a little smarter, a little wiser, a little stronger, a little better. If we could, tears of blood could be shed as we mourn for possibly the greatest drama ever to hit my 17 inch TV/VCR's pixels. But for now, we bow our heads solemnly and hum the low, war-like choir that is the theme of
The Age of Warriors
