The boys said annyeong to the Korean stage with their final performance in Inkigayo.
And that marks the end of their "Rebirth" promotion.
Annyeong, Han-guk...
And HELLLLLO AEY-SIAH~ (asia). Still no indicative news of them visiting the sunny island, the little red dot. Saddening.
Anyways, something funny I read from allkpop. It's meant to be sacarstic, but the sacarsm was kinda hilarious so I'm pasting the segment here.
It's a bit lengthy, so you decide. I read the beginning and LMAO-d towards the middle part.
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As much as I loved this performance of "Love Like This", I couldn't help but be a little disappointed. I had hoped that they would bring back the tattoo shirts that they had worn during their comeback stages for this goodbye stage. However, it seems those shirts are gone for good. That's quite unfortunate because those shirts were probably the coolest things since Velcro. The tattoo shirt sends a very clear message to the ladies, “You see this shirt? It means that I’m only rough on the outside. If I took it off, I am as soft as a teddy bear. As soft as a TEDDY BEAR! Unless you like it rough, because I can do that too.”
Boy did I want that shirt. To me, it was the pinnacle of modern day fashion. Unfortunately, I could not find a single place to buy it. My only option left was to make it myself. However, I quickly found that I did not own any skin tone shirts at all, and so the obvious next step was to search through my mom’s wardrobe. Lo and behold, I found a pair of my mom’s cream colored pantyhose. Okay, you don’t understand. I REALLY wanted that shirt.
So I took out a pair of scissors, and started to work on the pantyhose. I snipped off the crotch area to make a hole for my neck, and shortened the legs to match the length of my arms. It actually ended up being more of a really tight belly shirt, but whatever, close enough. Now I just have to worry about the tattoos. Initially I wanted to stitch tattoos onto it, but since I’m not allowed to play with needles, I had to settle with using a permanent marker. I have to admit, I haven’t seen many tattoos in my days, so I ended up just drawing a bunch of swiggly lines and added a really mean looking Pikachu to the back. Pikachu’s my favorite Pokemon.
Finally, after four long hours, the shirt was done. I was so excited that I had to restrain from kicking myself in the face. Without hesitation I slipped my new masterpiece on! I did however hesitate about whether I should wear that shirt in public. But then I thought to myself, “Hey, if the boys of SS501 could wear it, so could I… right?” WRONG!
I have never realized how cold it was outside until then. Thirty seconds out and girls were already pointing and laughing at my single erect nipple while guys were calling me names that rhymed with bag and domo. I don’t even know why they kept on calling out those names over and over again. I mean I'm not deaf, I heard them the first time. But then I thought to myself, “They’re probably just jealous. What did they know about fashion?” So I ignored them and continued walking proudly, head held high. Alright, so maybe I did cry a little bit, but it was only because it was cold. What? You’ve never cried because it was cold before?
Right after I turned the corner, I found a couple of thugs hanging out by their car. One look at me and they started cursing up a storm! They must have mistaken me for a rival gang member due to the tattoos on my shirt because they threw out a gang sign as I passed. However, the gang sign they used was really odd, definitely nothing that I’ve ever seen before. They formed a hole with the index and thumb fingers of one hand, while they used the index finger of the other hand to thrust in and out of that hole. I thought that maybe they didn’t realize how weird the gang sign looked, so I wanted to let them know. I told them that their gang sign looked really weird, and then suggested that they changed it. Well… they didn’t change their gang sign, but gave me an ass beating instead. They could’ve just said no. The ass beating was really unnecessary. Well, right after they had turned my underwear into a makeshift hoodie, I decided that it was probably a good time to head back home.
When I reached the front of my house, I had this odd feeling of an impending doom, and I just could not figure out why. However, it all became clear when I opened the door to find my mom standing there. She was NOT happy that I cut up a pair of her pantyhose and even less happy that I drew on it and wore it out in public. Let’s just say that the beating I got from those thugs was only an appetizer compared to the beating my mom gave me. I’m pretty sure some of the stuffs she did to me would be illegal even in countries where you can legally kill your own children.
In conclusion, the moral of the story here is to never cut up a pair of your mom’s pantyhose, no matter how cool you think it looks on SS501. Apparently moms do not like it when you do that kind of stuff. Who knew?
And that marks the end of their "Rebirth" promotion.
Annyeong, Han-guk...
And HELLLLLO AEY-SIAH~ (asia). Still no indicative news of them visiting the sunny island, the little red dot. Saddening.
Anyways, something funny I read from allkpop. It's meant to be sacarstic, but the sacarsm was kinda hilarious so I'm pasting the segment here.
It's a bit lengthy, so you decide. I read the beginning and LMAO-d towards the middle part.
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As much as I loved this performance of "Love Like This", I couldn't help but be a little disappointed. I had hoped that they would bring back the tattoo shirts that they had worn during their comeback stages for this goodbye stage. However, it seems those shirts are gone for good. That's quite unfortunate because those shirts were probably the coolest things since Velcro. The tattoo shirt sends a very clear message to the ladies, “You see this shirt? It means that I’m only rough on the outside. If I took it off, I am as soft as a teddy bear. As soft as a TEDDY BEAR! Unless you like it rough, because I can do that too.”
Boy did I want that shirt. To me, it was the pinnacle of modern day fashion. Unfortunately, I could not find a single place to buy it. My only option left was to make it myself. However, I quickly found that I did not own any skin tone shirts at all, and so the obvious next step was to search through my mom’s wardrobe. Lo and behold, I found a pair of my mom’s cream colored pantyhose. Okay, you don’t understand. I REALLY wanted that shirt.
So I took out a pair of scissors, and started to work on the pantyhose. I snipped off the crotch area to make a hole for my neck, and shortened the legs to match the length of my arms. It actually ended up being more of a really tight belly shirt, but whatever, close enough. Now I just have to worry about the tattoos. Initially I wanted to stitch tattoos onto it, but since I’m not allowed to play with needles, I had to settle with using a permanent marker. I have to admit, I haven’t seen many tattoos in my days, so I ended up just drawing a bunch of swiggly lines and added a really mean looking Pikachu to the back. Pikachu’s my favorite Pokemon.
Finally, after four long hours, the shirt was done. I was so excited that I had to restrain from kicking myself in the face. Without hesitation I slipped my new masterpiece on! I did however hesitate about whether I should wear that shirt in public. But then I thought to myself, “Hey, if the boys of SS501 could wear it, so could I… right?” WRONG!
I have never realized how cold it was outside until then. Thirty seconds out and girls were already pointing and laughing at my single erect nipple while guys were calling me names that rhymed with bag and domo. I don’t even know why they kept on calling out those names over and over again. I mean I'm not deaf, I heard them the first time. But then I thought to myself, “They’re probably just jealous. What did they know about fashion?” So I ignored them and continued walking proudly, head held high. Alright, so maybe I did cry a little bit, but it was only because it was cold. What? You’ve never cried because it was cold before?
Right after I turned the corner, I found a couple of thugs hanging out by their car. One look at me and they started cursing up a storm! They must have mistaken me for a rival gang member due to the tattoos on my shirt because they threw out a gang sign as I passed. However, the gang sign they used was really odd, definitely nothing that I’ve ever seen before. They formed a hole with the index and thumb fingers of one hand, while they used the index finger of the other hand to thrust in and out of that hole. I thought that maybe they didn’t realize how weird the gang sign looked, so I wanted to let them know. I told them that their gang sign looked really weird, and then suggested that they changed it. Well… they didn’t change their gang sign, but gave me an ass beating instead. They could’ve just said no. The ass beating was really unnecessary. Well, right after they had turned my underwear into a makeshift hoodie, I decided that it was probably a good time to head back home.
When I reached the front of my house, I had this odd feeling of an impending doom, and I just could not figure out why. However, it all became clear when I opened the door to find my mom standing there. She was NOT happy that I cut up a pair of her pantyhose and even less happy that I drew on it and wore it out in public. Let’s just say that the beating I got from those thugs was only an appetizer compared to the beating my mom gave me. I’m pretty sure some of the stuffs she did to me would be illegal even in countries where you can legally kill your own children.
In conclusion, the moral of the story here is to never cut up a pair of your mom’s pantyhose, no matter how cool you think it looks on SS501. Apparently moms do not like it when you do that kind of stuff. Who knew?
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LMAO-d the second time while doing this entry. Hahaha.
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