Karaoke is "Oke"

Karaoke, the bane of existence among many others, is inescapable! I knew I would eventually have to face this foe, and, even now, I am hesitant to confront him.

Karaoke has hounded me in my high school years and continues on into college with his childish antics and his horrific singing. Oh! How I abhor karaoke! The ear shrieking pitches and mocking but off-rhythm raps love to encircle my entity and squeeze adamantly. I used to wonder what was so particularly inviting about karaoke. Is it that it gives an excuse to the youngings to scream to their hearts intent or for them to for once become an actual star at least among friends? Or is it that it gives people an excuse to drink and dance without having to submit themselves to the clubbing scene and still spend time with acquaintances? It's actually mind boggling how so many love to karaoke.

While I'm lip syncing to Big Bang (trying to rap--B to the I BANG BANG!) and dancing around in my pajamas, I want to express my pity to those who cannot extract themselves away from fantasy, also known as karaoke.


A little Merlot and other ingredients have definitely perfected my gyudon!